Militant Ultra Jihads

There was the smell of burning rubber from the spinning tires. The Ultra Militant Jihads were in the alley with their fast cars and big titted babes. They gunned the engines of their fast cars and spun the wheels to bring up clouds of burnt rubber that titted babes like to smell.

Yeah, Big Tits smell that rubber. Smell it, huh-huh, makes you squirm in your seat makes your pussy wet and hot as the burnt black pavement under the wheels of your Ultra Militant Jihad man.

The Ultra Militants revved their engines, makes their dicks swell, makes them hard, makes them want to squirt on Big Tits. Cream the tits, jizz those tits Ultra Militant Jihad.

They came down the alley strutting, riding low, playing electronic jihad songs on boom box maxed out hi-fi systems.  The chrome shined, the red and black paint of their fast cars glittered in the late sun and when they revved  their engines and spun their wheels the Big Tits screamed and squirmed. It made them spunk and squirt over and over.

The Ultra Jihads will take dominion over the Jihad Party Boys. They will survive  while the lesser will die off. It is the way of evolution. The way of the Jihad Party Boys.