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week. There
was penis pudding draining from his huge penis and I was wetter than a
spastic's chin. We were ready for more. I awoke the next morning with my fuck
trench still dribbling. I thought it was over but his turgid terror truncheon
had other ideas. The unrelenting orgasms from his ramrod thrusting my penis
pothole made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison
riot. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my fallopian fish stock slobbering
from my Quimcy, M.E., his ample cock is going to leave my vertical smile resembling
a hippo's yawn. I can't wait to consume the gentleman's relish from his flesh
gordon. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my
worries as his batter blaster stuffed deeper into my turd cutter. With my hairy
goblet now much like Pete Burns' lips, he thought it was time to start ramming
my poo pipe. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pinch off a stink
pickle, I wondered? Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise
dripping from my Oxo orifice and all over my velcro triangle. He cut a giant
sewer trout on my chest puppies just so he could consume it up like a pig at a
trough. Now, I've seen more foreskins than a rabbi during a baby boom, but the
sight of his chorizo howitzer made my sex wee flow like there was a midget
inside me with a super soaker. When he removed his sperminator from my fudge
factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back
as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the butt nugget off his battering
ram. The mixture of sewer trout and cock custard in my fart valve created the
delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. My throat was so full of
purple-headed trouser snake and love mayonnaise, the steamin' semen was
slobbering down my chin and onto my chest puppies.
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fucking of my rusty sherif's badge was so vigorous, he soon found his family
jewels joining his gristle missile deep in my black hole. My cake hole was so
full of blue-veined custard chucker and creamy load, the steamin' semen was
slobbering down my chin and onto my boobage. It was bliss having his muffbuster
plunged inside me again; stuffing my kipper dinghy with an antique doorknob
just didn't get my furry cup squirting like it used to. By now, my tampon
tunnel was sliming like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. With his cunt plunger
pounding deep into my split peach, the sensation of his turgid terror truncheon
smashing my cervix made me quiver like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
When he removed his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus from my black hole, he
was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I
couldn't wait to lap the Mr. Hanky off his stilton sword. The feeling of his
creamy load slobbering down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than a
greased weasel shit. Inserting a squash into my chlamydia canal got me
spritzing sex wee faster than snot off a whip. I can't wait to consume the baby
gravy from his stilton sword. There was man fat weeping from his love lollipop
and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more. The seemingly
never-ending streams of love piss emanating from his chorizo howitzer soon had
me coated like a plasterer's radio. He munched on my panty hamster, even though
I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. I awoke the next morning
with my one slice toaster still dribbling. I thought it was over but his mutton
dagger had other ideas. The fucking makes me flow my shrimp sap all over his
stilton sword. With my panty hamster now much like a bulldog licking piss from
a thistle, he thought it was time to start plunging my old dirt road. Is now
the time to tell him I really need to arc a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered?
He crowned a giant corn-eyed butt snake on my sweater puppies just so he could
lap it up like a pig at a trough. Hours of hammering like this would leave any
girl's vertical garden looking like a sand blasted