Fox licking a car battery. After having my vibrator crater plowed,
he then proceeded to slam my puckered brown eye. Inserting my fist into my
spunk dungeon got me spritzing clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. With
my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle,
he thought it was time to start probing my tradesman's entrance. Is now the
time to tell him I really need to cop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered?
Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy draining from my shit winker
and all over my purple cabbage. The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt plunger
thrusting my shamevelope made me come so hard, I began sweating like Mike Tyson
at a spelling bee. I awoke the next morning with my vibration station still
sliming. I thought it was over but his master of ceremonies had other ideas.
The raiding of my marmite motorway was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts
joining his turgid terror truncheon deep in my ring piece. If I don't fluff the
muff to get my sex wee sliming from my ladytown, his stilton sword is going to
leave my piss flaps resembling Terry Waite's allotment.
When
he removed his wensleydale wand from my puckered brown eye, he was pleasantly
surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't
wait to gobble the Mr. Hanky off his pink tractor beam. He munched on my hairy
goblet, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a
week. By now, my vibrator crater was flowing like a rabid dog. With his disco
stick raiding deep into my oyster ditch, the sensation of his womb raider
smashing my cervix made me quake like jelly. I awoke the next morning with my
hatchet wound still frothing. I thought it was over but his love lollipop had
other ideas. The mixture of butt nugget and penis pudding in my fart valve
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 one-eyed
monster probed deeper into my puckered brown eye. Hours of plowing like this
would leave any girl's roast beef platter looking like the Japanese flag, and I
was no different! I can't wait to consume the man fat from his ample cock. With
my hairy goblet now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time
to start ramming my chocolate starfish. Is now the time to tell him I really
need to crown a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to fish for
pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked
vibrator in my tuna canal and a 9-iron up my vintage golf bag. The unrelenting
orgasms from his meaty member fucking my calamari cockring made me come so
hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. The seemingly
never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his batter blaster soon
had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The feeling of his cock snot trickling
down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than snot off a whip. The
raiding makes me gush my spaff all over his kebeb skewer. Inserting a 15"
spiked vibrator into my oyster ditch got me flooding sex wee faster than a
greased weasel shit. It was bliss having his turgid terror truncheon stuffed
inside me again; stuffing my south mouth with a 15" spiked vibrator just
didn't get my one slice toaster surging like it used to. There was Da Vinci
load dribbling from his purple-headed trouser snake and I was wetter than a
well diggers arse. We were ready for more. After having my carp cavity fucked,
he then proceeded to pound my turd cutter. Now, I've seen more pricks than a
second hand dartboard, but the sight of his batter blaster made my minge mucus
froth like a rabid dog. The thrusting of my other vagina was so vigorous, he
soon found his salty protein grapes joining his devil's bagpipe deep in my fart
valve. Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load leaching from my
shit winker and all over my fishy flaps. My cake hole was so full of
he then proceeded to slam my puckered brown eye. Inserting my fist into my
spunk dungeon got me spritzing clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. With
my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle,
he thought it was time to start probing my tradesman's entrance. Is now the
time to tell him I really need to cop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered?
Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy draining from my shit winker
and all over my purple cabbage. The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt plunger
thrusting my shamevelope made me come so hard, I began sweating like Mike Tyson
at a spelling bee. I awoke the next morning with my vibration station still
sliming. I thought it was over but his master of ceremonies had other ideas.
The raiding of my marmite motorway was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts
joining his turgid terror truncheon deep in my ring piece. If I don't fluff the
muff to get my sex wee sliming from my ladytown, his stilton sword is going to
leave my piss flaps resembling Terry Waite's allotment.
When
he removed his wensleydale wand from my puckered brown eye, he was pleasantly
surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't
wait to gobble the Mr. Hanky off his pink tractor beam. He munched on my hairy
goblet, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a
week. By now, my vibrator crater was flowing like a rabid dog. With his disco
stick raiding deep into my oyster ditch, the sensation of his womb raider
smashing my cervix made me quake like jelly. I awoke the next morning with my
hatchet wound still frothing. I thought it was over but his love lollipop had
other ideas. The mixture of butt nugget and penis pudding in my fart valve
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 one-eyed
monster probed deeper into my puckered brown eye. Hours of plowing like this
would leave any girl's roast beef platter looking like the Japanese flag, and I
was no different! I can't wait to consume the man fat from his ample cock. With
my hairy goblet now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time
to start ramming my chocolate starfish. Is now the time to tell him I really
need to crown a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to fish for
pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked
vibrator in my tuna canal and a 9-iron up my vintage golf bag. The unrelenting
orgasms from his meaty member fucking my calamari cockring made me come so
hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. The seemingly
never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his batter blaster soon
had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The feeling of his cock snot trickling
down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than snot off a whip. The
raiding makes me gush my spaff all over his kebeb skewer. Inserting a 15"
spiked vibrator into my oyster ditch got me flooding sex wee faster than a
greased weasel shit. It was bliss having his turgid terror truncheon stuffed
inside me again; stuffing my south mouth with a 15" spiked vibrator just
didn't get my one slice toaster surging like it used to. There was Da Vinci
load dribbling from his purple-headed trouser snake and I was wetter than a
well diggers arse. We were ready for more. After having my carp cavity fucked,
he then proceeded to pound my turd cutter. Now, I've seen more pricks than a
second hand dartboard, but the sight of his batter blaster made my minge mucus
froth like a rabid dog. The thrusting of my other vagina was so vigorous, he
soon found his salty protein grapes joining his devil's bagpipe deep in my fart
valve. Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load leaching from my
shit winker and all over my fishy flaps. My cake hole was so full of
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