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panties sunny side up on the floor was
the least of my worries as his spunk-filled spam rocket slid deeper into my mud
flap. With his ample cock pounding deep into my stench trench, 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 purple-headed trouser snake from
my turd cutter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring
back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the butt nugget off his huge
penis. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's open-faced ham
sandwich looking like a clown's pocket, and I was no different! The hammering
makes me squirt my beige slime all over his one-eyed milkman. There was
magician's wax flowing from his greasy kebab skewer and I was wetter than a
spastic's chin. We were ready for more. The pounding of my Mavis Fritter was so
vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts joining his washington monument deep
in my chocolate starfish. If I don't play the clitar to get my fallopian fish
stock weeping from my vibration station, his veiny quim prod is going to leave
my hairy goblet resembling an over inflated dinghy. The mixture of sewer trout
and penis pudding in my black hole created the delicious rectoplasm that he was
so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock custard emanating from
his stilton spear soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My calamari
cockring was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. He launched a
giant sewer trout on my breasticles just so he could lap it up like a bulldog
eating porridge. It was bliss having his pink tractor beam rammed inside me
again; stuffing my spunk dungeon with a gerbil just didn't get my cum dumpster
spraying like it used to. After having my enchilada of love fucked, he then
proceeded to raid my puckered brown eye. My throat was so full of balony pony
and man fat, the cock snot was dripping down my chin and onto my sweater
puppies.
    When
he removed his giggle stick from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised
to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to
consume the stink pickle off his stilton spear. After having my fuck gutter fucked,
he then proceeded to slam my poo pipe. Inserting a lightbulb into my quim got
me spouting minge mucus faster than snot off a whip. With his piss pipe
slamming deep into my clunge pool, the sensation of his cheese-crusted cock
smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. My throat was so full of
cumtree and baby gravy, the creamy load was trickling down my chin and onto my
twin peaks. The plowing makes me gush my minge monsoon all over his meaty
member. He blasted a giant toilet twinkie on my sweater puppies just so he
could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. Leaving my panties sunny side
up on the floor was the least of my worries as his purple-headed trouser snake
probed deeper into my shit winker. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls
when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 10 inch purple
battery-operated monster in my chlamydia canal and an antique doorknob up my
Oxo orifice. The mixture of colon cobra and cock custard in my brown eye
created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. With my flappy meal
now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start
sliding my turd cutter. Is now the time to tell him I really need to crown a
footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock
custard leaking from my turd-herder and all over my panty hamster. He munched
on my piss flaps, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best part of a
week. By now, my gashtray was draining like a leaky tap. The unrelenting
orgasms from his pink tractor beam slamming my whispering eye made me come so
hard, I began sweating like a whore in a confessional. I can't wait to lap the
gentleman's relish from his spam dagger. Now, I've been told the sperm bank
will