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awoke the next morning with my
mound of love pudding still trickling. I thought it was over but his giggle
stick had other ideas. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and cock snot in my
mud flap created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of.
    When
he removed his balony pony from my brown eye, he was pleasantly surprised to
see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the
sewer trout off his kebeb skewer. The seemingly never-ending streams of love
mayonnaise emanating from his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon soon had me
coated like a plasterer's radio. I can't wait to gobble the Da Vinci load from
his love lollipop. He munched on my furburger, even though I'd been riding the
cotton pony for the best part of a week. With his jade rod hammering deep into
my fuck gutter, the sensation of his stilton spear smashing my cervix made me
quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. My clunge pool was trembling like
Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The unrelenting orgasms from his batter blaster
raiding my furry cup made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun
at a penguin shoot. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's panty
hamster looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! The
fucking makes me splurge my minge monsoon all over his veiny quim prod. After
having my hatchet wound fucked, he then proceeded to pound my poop chute. I
awoke the next morning with my split peach still flowing. I thought it was over
but his vein cane had other ideas. The hammering of my balloon knot was so
vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his cunt plunger deep in my
brown eye. My throat was so full of bald-headed yogurt slinger and creamy load,
the steamin' semen was leaking down my chin and onto my tatas. By now, my
bearded haddock pasty was foaming like a slavering dog. Some girls are happy
just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a
number of chillies in my front bum and a number of chillies up my balloon knot.
Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his
love muscle made my minge monsoon drain like someone had poured fairy liquid
into Niagara Falls. The feeling of his steamin' semen haemorrhaging down my throat
got my pussy batter flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise sliming from my soft
tight anus and all over my lunchmeat. Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator into
my one slice toaster got me spattering vertical moisture faster than greased
shit off a shiny shovel. There was love mayonnaise haemorrhaging from his
throbbing quim dagger and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready
for more. If I don't strum the banjo to get my beige slime trickling from my
ruby cave, his jebend is going to leave my clap flaps resembling a werewolf
with it's throat cut. He pinched off a giant sewer trout on my sweater puppies
just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. It was bliss having
his kebeb skewer shoved inside me again; stuffing my one slice toaster with an
egg timer just didn't get my gashtray pouring like it used to. The mixture of
corn-eyed butt snake and creamy load in my mud flap created the delicious
porthole pudding that he was so fond of. Leaving my panties sunny side up on
the floor was the least of my worries as his love muscle slid deeper into my
shit winker.
    Hours
of pounding like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like a
hippo's yawn, and I was no different! My one slice toaster was trembling like
jelly. The pounding makes me flood my sex wee all over his purple-headed
trouser snake. It was bliss having his jebend rammed inside me again; stuffing
my vaginal bacon buffet with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my
soft-shelled tuna taco surging like it used to. The seemingly never-ending
streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his cream reaper soon had me coated
like a plasterer's