bald
avenger and steamin' semen, the penis pudding was oozing down my chin and onto
my breasticles. My vibration station was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's
diesel-powered vibrator. He pitched a giant toilet twinkie on my rack just so
he could gobble it up like a pig at a trough.
The
hammering makes me flow my fallopian fish stock all over his greasy slimelight.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load dribbling from my other
vagina and all over my piss flaps. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock
snot emanating from his sperminator soon had me coated like a plasterer's
radio. With his kebeb skewer fucking deep into my clearing in the woods, the
sensation of his tenderloin truncheon smashing my cervix made me quiver like a
rat on acid. Some girls are happy just to get a stinky pinky when they're
alone, but I can't get off without having a barbie doll in my birth cannon and
an antique doorknob up my old dirt road. There was cock custard draining from
his bald avenger and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for
more. I can't wait to devour the magician's wax from his eight inches of
throbbing pink jesus. My tampon tunnel was trembling like a tasered slab of
chopped liver. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight
of his disco stick made my minge mucus weep like Adele waiting for Greggs to
open. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries
as his long-dong silver rammed deeper into my other vagina. The unrelenting
orgasms from his ramrod raiding my cock holster made me come so hard, I began
sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. The feeling of his steamin' semen
seeping down my throat got my pussy batter flowing quicker than a greased
weasel shit. My mouth was so full of veiny quim prod and gentleman's relish,
the man fat was dribbling down my chin and onto my boobage. If I don't flick
the bean to get my flange custard seeping from my clunge pool, his spam javelin
is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling a werewolf with it's
throat cut. With my clap flaps now much like the Japanese flag, he thought it
was time to start stuffing my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I
really need to drop a stink pickle, I wondered? It was bliss having his jebend
stuffed inside me again; stuffing my carp cavity with a 9-iron just didn't get
my fuck trench spraying like it used to. When he removed his blue-veined
custard chucker from my shit winker, he was pleasantly surprised to see a
hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume
the toilet twinkie off his disco stick. The mixture of butt nugget and cock
snot in my poop chute created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so
fond of. After having my Quimcy, M.E. raided, he then proceeded to fuck my
cocoa channel. Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's clap flaps
looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! He munched on my
furburger, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. He
eased out a giant footlong fudge bullet on my fiery biscuits just so he could
chow down on it up like a bulldog eating porridge. By now, my cod cave was
frothing like a slug in a salt mine. Inserting an antique doorknob into my
hatchet wound got me ejecting clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. I awoke
the next morning with my kipper dinghy still oozing. I thought it was over but
his jebend had other ideas.
By
now, my gashtray was foaming like a jizz waterfall. The thrusting makes me
squirt my beige slime all over his bald avenger. Within no time, I could feel
the shitty man fat frothing from my fart valve and all over my velcro triangle.
With his cumtree pounding deep into my wunder down under, the sensation of his
ample cock smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car
battery. After having my spunk dungeon thrusted, he then proceeded to slam my
turd-herder. The mixture of colon cobra and cock snot
avenger and steamin' semen, the penis pudding was oozing down my chin and onto
my breasticles. My vibration station was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's
diesel-powered vibrator. He pitched a giant toilet twinkie on my rack just so
he could gobble it up like a pig at a trough.
The
hammering makes me flow my fallopian fish stock all over his greasy slimelight.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load dribbling from my other
vagina and all over my piss flaps. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock
snot emanating from his sperminator soon had me coated like a plasterer's
radio. With his kebeb skewer fucking deep into my clearing in the woods, the
sensation of his tenderloin truncheon smashing my cervix made me quiver like a
rat on acid. Some girls are happy just to get a stinky pinky when they're
alone, but I can't get off without having a barbie doll in my birth cannon and
an antique doorknob up my old dirt road. There was cock custard draining from
his bald avenger and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for
more. I can't wait to devour the magician's wax from his eight inches of
throbbing pink jesus. My tampon tunnel was trembling like a tasered slab of
chopped liver. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight
of his disco stick made my minge mucus weep like Adele waiting for Greggs to
open. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries
as his long-dong silver rammed deeper into my other vagina. The unrelenting
orgasms from his ramrod raiding my cock holster made me come so hard, I began
sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. The feeling of his steamin' semen
seeping down my throat got my pussy batter flowing quicker than a greased
weasel shit. My mouth was so full of veiny quim prod and gentleman's relish,
the man fat was dribbling down my chin and onto my boobage. If I don't flick
the bean to get my flange custard seeping from my clunge pool, his spam javelin
is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling a werewolf with it's
throat cut. With my clap flaps now much like the Japanese flag, he thought it
was time to start stuffing my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I
really need to drop a stink pickle, I wondered? It was bliss having his jebend
stuffed inside me again; stuffing my carp cavity with a 9-iron just didn't get
my fuck trench spraying like it used to. When he removed his blue-veined
custard chucker from my shit winker, he was pleasantly surprised to see a
hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume
the toilet twinkie off his disco stick. The mixture of butt nugget and cock
snot in my poop chute created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so
fond of. After having my Quimcy, M.E. raided, he then proceeded to fuck my
cocoa channel. Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's clap flaps
looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! He munched on my
furburger, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. He
eased out a giant footlong fudge bullet on my fiery biscuits just so he could
chow down on it up like a bulldog eating porridge. By now, my cod cave was
frothing like a slug in a salt mine. Inserting an antique doorknob into my
hatchet wound got me ejecting clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. I awoke
the next morning with my kipper dinghy still oozing. I thought it was over but
his jebend had other ideas.
By
now, my gashtray was foaming like a jizz waterfall. The thrusting makes me
squirt my beige slime all over his bald avenger. Within no time, I could feel
the shitty man fat frothing from my fart valve and all over my velcro triangle.
With his cumtree pounding deep into my wunder down under, the sensation of his
ample cock smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car
battery. After having my spunk dungeon thrusted, he then proceeded to slam my
turd-herder. The mixture of colon cobra and cock snot
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