02-08-2012, 10:52 PM
“When he removed his stilton sword from my ring piece, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the sewer trout off his wensleydale wand. The hammering makes me spout my flange custard all over his ample cock. He munched on my flappy meal, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. There was penis pudding flowing from his greasy slimelight and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The unrelenting orgasms from his gristle missile f*cking my tuna canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a pregnant nun.
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