His grotesquely malformed nutsack exploded terrifyingly in a devastating shower of pus-riddled spunk which was flung into the wrinkles and crevices of her own wretched horror mask of a face. Together they fell, buffeted by the bloody cascade, and lay¬†whimpering pathetically on the floor, a miserable heap of sagging, naked old flesh. Nothing would ever explain, still less assuage, the memory of that appalling detonation. Still, she quietly leaned over to lap up some of the fetid ball-cream as he lay groaning at the agony of his shredded¬†underhang. “Mmmmm,” she muttered. “Yeah. Gimme it.”