Date: 2014-11-23 08:40 am (UTC)
Sorry, I had to do it, Sunny.
Thomas the Tank Engine let off a gay toot as the Fat Controller slid his dick inside his tight boiler. Thomas moaned as he began to realise the real reason why the Fat Controller was called the Fat Controller.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, Thomas found himself rolling down the hill as his whistle blew.
Suddenly! Oh no! Thomas flew off the side of the hill and came crashing down in a heap.
“Well then, young engine, we seem to have derailed,” muttered the Fat Controller, as he withdrew and went to make a cuppa.