If I don't finger blast to
get my pussy batter oozing from my ground zero grotto, his pink tractor beam is
going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. He
munched on my meaty hangers, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part
of a week. Some girls are happy just to finger blast when they're alone, but I
can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my tampon tunnel and
a squash up my shit winker. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love piss
haemorrhaging from my tradesman's entrance and all over my vertical garden.
After having my front bum hammered, he then proceeded to pound my mud flap.
There was gentleman's relish oozing from his greasy slimelight and I was wetter
than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. My spunk dungeon was trembling
like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. Hours of plowing like this would
leave any girl's velcro triangle looking like a sand blasted tomato, and I was
no different! With his ramrod raiding deep into my ladytown, the sensation of
his turgid terror truncheon smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic
at a Pink Floyd concert. He crowned a giant sewer trout on my twin peaks just
so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. I awoke the next morning
with my clunge pool still frothing. I thought it was over but his flesh gordon
had other ideas. When he removed his chorizo howitzer from my Oxo orifice, he
was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't
wait to gobble the corn-eyed butt snake off his meaty member. With my hairy
goblet now much like the south end of a badger going north, he thought it was
time to start ramming my soft tight anus. Is now the time to tell him I really
need to crown a butt nugget, I wondered? My mouth was so full of long-dong
silver and love piss, the penis pudding was leaching down my chin and onto my
chest puppies. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of
my worries as his skin flute shoved deeper into my poo pipe. The feeling of his
man fat frothing down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than
greased shit off a shiny shovel. The mixture of colon cobra and love piss in my
chocolate starfish created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond
of. The unrelenting orgasms from his turgid terror truncheon pounding my clunge
pool made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon
factory.
He
munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best
part of a week. With my panty hamster now much like a sand blasted tomato, he
thought it was time to start plunging my turd-herder. Is now the time to tell
him I really need to launch a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? The hammering of my mud
flap was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his battering ram
deep in my soft tight anus. There was gentleman's relish dribbling from his
blind butler and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more.
The feeling of his steamin' semen slobbering down my throat got my minge
monsoon flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Within no time, I
could feel the shitty penis pudding dripping from my brown mile and all over my
spam castanets. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of
my worries as his love muscle probed deeper into my puckered brown eye. The
unrelenting orgasms from his timed slimer pounding my front bum made me come so
hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. By
now, my fuck trench was frothing like a slug in a salt mine. He cut a giant
butt nugget on my chesticles just so he could consume it up like a pig at a
trough. After having my furry cup thrusted, he then proceeded to fuck my poop
chute. My moose knuckle was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer.
Inserting an antique doorknob into my shamevelope got me spouting minge monsoon
faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The seemingly
get my pussy batter oozing from my ground zero grotto, his pink tractor beam is
going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. He
munched on my meaty hangers, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part
of a week. Some girls are happy just to finger blast when they're alone, but I
can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my tampon tunnel and
a squash up my shit winker. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love piss
haemorrhaging from my tradesman's entrance and all over my vertical garden.
After having my front bum hammered, he then proceeded to pound my mud flap.
There was gentleman's relish oozing from his greasy slimelight and I was wetter
than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. My spunk dungeon was trembling
like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. Hours of plowing like this would
leave any girl's velcro triangle looking like a sand blasted tomato, and I was
no different! With his ramrod raiding deep into my ladytown, the sensation of
his turgid terror truncheon smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic
at a Pink Floyd concert. He crowned a giant sewer trout on my twin peaks just
so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. I awoke the next morning
with my clunge pool still frothing. I thought it was over but his flesh gordon
had other ideas. When he removed his chorizo howitzer from my Oxo orifice, he
was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't
wait to gobble the corn-eyed butt snake off his meaty member. With my hairy
goblet now much like the south end of a badger going north, he thought it was
time to start ramming my soft tight anus. Is now the time to tell him I really
need to crown a butt nugget, I wondered? My mouth was so full of long-dong
silver and love piss, the penis pudding was leaching down my chin and onto my
chest puppies. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of
my worries as his skin flute shoved deeper into my poo pipe. The feeling of his
man fat frothing down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than
greased shit off a shiny shovel. The mixture of colon cobra and love piss in my
chocolate starfish created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond
of. The unrelenting orgasms from his turgid terror truncheon pounding my clunge
pool made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon
factory.
He
munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best
part of a week. With my panty hamster now much like a sand blasted tomato, he
thought it was time to start plunging my turd-herder. Is now the time to tell
him I really need to launch a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? The hammering of my mud
flap was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his battering ram
deep in my soft tight anus. There was gentleman's relish dribbling from his
blind butler and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more.
The feeling of his steamin' semen slobbering down my throat got my minge
monsoon flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Within no time, I
could feel the shitty penis pudding dripping from my brown mile and all over my
spam castanets. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of
my worries as his love muscle probed deeper into my puckered brown eye. The
unrelenting orgasms from his timed slimer pounding my front bum made me come so
hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. By
now, my fuck trench was frothing like a slug in a salt mine. He cut a giant
butt nugget on my chesticles just so he could consume it up like a pig at a
trough. After having my furry cup thrusted, he then proceeded to fuck my poop
chute. My moose knuckle was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer.
Inserting an antique doorknob into my shamevelope got me spouting minge monsoon
faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The seemingly
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