02/03/2026
MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED
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I don't know if Donna meant to or not but she started pushing the bon-bom to Mr.Gbolala.
It was almost like she wanted Mr.Gbolala to scatter the kponmo-land even though she was breathing like an asthmatic patient.
There was no thinking.
We made it to the door of the room and in the kponmo-land, Mr.Gbolala was stuck and captured firmly.
This time I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling.
Donna kept scr3ming because Mr.Gbolala was locked in the kponmo-land.
The kponmo-water flooded over Mr.Gbolala.
If it had not been for the music and the noise people would have come to save her.
Due to the intense pressure of the kponmo-land on Mr.Gbolala, the way the kponmo cave was closing in on him, Mr.Gbolala was already halfway into the vv0mb.
And soon he erupted and threw up. Mr.Gbolala kept shaking from the pressure.
Gbolala-yoghurt was vomited into the kponmo-land, into ha vv0mb.
Donna began to convulse again. Then the kponmo-land began to flow with kponmo-water.
Donna's asthma returned, breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just ran a marathon.
She was shaking a little from the convulsive fits so we had to stand there, just at the door for Donna to recover.
It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move.
She opened the door and walked in very slowly.
Mr.Gbolala may have thrown up but he was very much awake and standing at attention.
Gbolala-yoghurt mixed with water from the kponmo-land and started flowing out from the and touching me.
This only made Mr.Gbolala to more energized as we walked in the door, Mr.Gbolala was pumping out all the water from the flooded land by pressing it out as he entered the land
This time I did not even try to hide the fact that Mr.Gbolala was interested in the kponmo-land.
The whole costume was smelled of Gbolala-yoghurt that was vomited within.
Donna closed the door.
She walked toward the bed, Mr.Gbolala kept 4rking ha even as we moved.
Mr.Gbolala is always fast and powerful when working.
Donna went to lean over the bed, her head was resting all the way down on the bed as she rested.
Ha kponmo-land was upwards facing Mr.Gbolala.
This allowed a bit more room for Mr.Gbolala to do his work in the land.
Donna's asthma started mildly and she gasped and scr3med but the work had to be done.
As breathed deeply, she said something that made Mr.Gbolala more active and want to scatter the kponmo-land.
"Mmm. Don't stop. 4rk-mi,"
"Baby brother, 4rk-mi, Mr.Gbolala, don't stop please" she declared.
"4rk-mi, scatter the kponmo-land. I won't walk for a week" Donna requested.
And I can't say no to anyone who needs my help, can I?
To be continued on Bcdblog
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