by Amy Woods
The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and magician's wax in my balloon knot created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. The thrusting makes me eject my sex wee all over his throbbing quim dagger. If I don't buff the muff to get my flange custard flowing from my furry cup, his meaty member is going to leave my furburger resembling a bulldog in a windtunnel. Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy seeping from my balloon knot and all over my flappy meal. By now, my spunk dungeon was dribbling like a broken fridge freezer. The feeling of his love piss slobbering down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. It was bliss having his stilton spear rammed inside me again; stuffing my enchilada of love with a gerbil just didn't get my meat purse splurging like it used to. With my clap flaps now much like a stuntman's knee, he thought it was time to start stuffing my marmite motorway. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? When he removed his purple beaver buster from my rusty sherif's badge, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his gristle missile. My cod canyon was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. My cake hole was so full of one-eyed milkman and Da Vinci load, the man fat was foaming down my chin and onto my twin peaks. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his huge penis made my vertical moisture trickle like a leaky tap. He munched on my furburger, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. I can't wait to suck the steamin' semen from his stilton spear. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his balony pony stuffed deeper into my ring piece. I awoke the next morning with my ladytown still weeping. I thought it was over but his spam javelin had other ideas. The raiding of my balloon knot was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his giggle stick deep in my other vagina. After having my gashtray slammed, he then proceeded to pound my ring piece. He curled a giant toilet twinkie on my chest puppies just so he could consume it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Inserting a 9-iron into my salmon slit got me splurging vertical moisture faster than snot off a whip. With his love muscle fucking deep into my kipper dinghy, the sensation of his batter blaster smashing my cervix made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The unrelenting orgasms from his blue-veined custard chucker fucking my frilling pink golf bag made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. Some girls are happy just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my fuck gutter and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my brown eye. There was creamy load seeping from his devil's bagpipe and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's panty hamster looking like Terry Waite's allotment, and I was no different!
With his womb raider raiding deep into my cod canyon, the sensation of his thrill drill smashing my cervix made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. He munched on my vertical garden, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. If I don't strum the banjo to get my beige slime dribbling from my cod cave, his jade rod is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a clown's pocket. My ground zero grotto was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. My mouth was so full of kebeb skewer and man fat, the magician's wax was leaking down my chin and onto my top bollocks. After having my cock holster fucked, he then proceeded to thrust my brown mile. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's lunchmeat looking like a gutted trout, and I was no different! The thrusting makes me spray my clunge gunge all over his sperminator. Now, I've seen more foreskins than a rabbi during a baby boom, but the sight of his purple-headed trouser snake made my flange custard trickle like a George Foreman grill. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his chubstep slid deeper into my mud flap. It was bliss having his throbbing quim dagger probed inside me again; stuffing my enchilada of love with an antique doorknob just didn't get my one slice toaster ejecting like it used to. The seemingly never-ending streams of gentleman's relish emanating from his greasy slimelight soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. With my beef curtains now much like a twisted slipper, he thought it was time to start ramming my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to roll a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? The unrelenting orgasms from his blue-veined custard chucker plowing my tuna canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like Gary glitter at PC World. By now, my cod crater was oozing like a slavering dog. Within no time, I could feel the shitty penis pudding dripping from my chocolate starfish and all over my clap flaps. I awoke the next morning with my one slice toaster still dribbling. I thought it was over but his bald-headed yogurt slinger had other ideas. Inserting a 9-iron into my carp cavity got me splurging vertical moisture faster than snot off a whip. I can't wait to chow down on the creamy load from his blue-veined custard chucker. He blasted a giant footlong fudge bullet on my breasticles just so he could chow down on it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The pounding of my cocoa channel was so vigorous, he soon found his salty protein grapes joining his cunt plunger deep in my balloon knot. When he removed his skeleton king from my brown mile, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the stink pickle off his gristle missile. The mixture of butt nugget and creamy load in my puckered brown eye created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. There was cock snot draining from his cunt plunger and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. The feeling of his cock custard slobbering down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel.
There was love mayonnaise slobbering from his piss pipe and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. Some girls are happy just to audition the finger puppets when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my chlamydia canal and a lightbulb up my Mavis Fritter. When he removed his Ocean's 11 Inches from my cocoa channel, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the footlong fudge bullet off his stilton sword. The raiding of my soft tight anus was so vigorous, he soon found his jingle-jangle jewellery joining his long-dong silver deep in my shit winker. Inserting a barbie doll into my ladytown got me splurging tuna tunnel tears faster than snot off a whip. I awoke the next morning with my pink velvet sausage wallet still seeping. I thought it was over but his love muscle had other ideas. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and penis pudding in my rusty sherif's badge created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. It was bliss having his one-eyed monster rammed inside me again; stuffing my cock holster with an egg timer just didn't get my calamari cockring pouring like it used to. If I don't play the clitar to get my shrimp sap leaching from my smush mitten, his washington monument is going to leave my velcro triangle resembling a stamped bat. I can't wait to consume the creamy load from his giggle stick. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his all-beef thermometer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The plowing makes me flow my beige slime all over his flesh gordon. The unrelenting orgasms from his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus raiding my stench trench made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. The feeling of his penis pudding haemorrhaging down my throat got my flange custard flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. With my hairy goblet now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start plunging my rusty sherif's badge. Is now the time to tell him I really need to launch a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? My throat was so full of gristle missile and steamin' semen, the love piss was oozing down my chin and onto my cans. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight of his master of ceremonies made my clunge gunge foam like Augustus Gloop's mouth at the sight of Willy Wonka's ch
ocolate river. After having my cum dumpster fucked, he then proceeded to raid my tradesman's entrance. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's open-faced ham sandwich looking like a stuntman's knee, and I was no different! He cut a giant colon cobra on my superdroopers just so he could chow down on it up like a hungry hungry hippo. By now, my ground zero grotto was oozing like a jizz waterfall. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his bugger king slid deeper into my chocolate starfish. My furry cup was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat oozing from my chocolate starfish and all over my piss flaps.
After having my cock holster fucked, he then proceeded to fuck my other vagina. Inserting a squash into my sperm socket got me pouring beige slime faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My throat was so full of eight inches of throbbing pink jesus and love mayonnaise, the man fat was oozing down my chin and onto my chesticles. I awoke the next morning with my chamber of squelch still oozing. I thought it was over but his cervix cigar had other ideas. With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a horse's collar, he thought it was time to start shoving my brown eye. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a colon cobra, I wondered? The unrelenting orgasms from his spunk-filled spam rocket slamming my one slice toaster made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. If I don't play the clitar to get my vertical moisture foaming from my gammon alley, his kebeb skewer is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. He munched on my vertical smile, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. I can't wait to lap the Da Vinci load from his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his disco stick soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My birth cannon was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. The feeling of his cock custard dribbling down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than snot off a whip. Now, I've seen more foreskins than a rabbi during a baby boom, but the sight of his cunt plunger made my spaff leach like a hungry pig at a trough. With his gristle missile hammering deep into my vibrator crater, the sensation of his purple-headed trouser snake smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's panty hamster looking like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle, and I was no different! Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat leaking from my fart valve and all over my spam castanets. There was love piss draining from his piss pipe and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. The mixture of stink pickle and baby gravy in my chocolate starfish 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 purple beaver buster slid deeper into my mud flap. By now, my vibrator crater was dribbling like a leaky tap. 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 hatchet wound and a squash up my marmite motorway. The hammering makes me squirt my spaff all over his slut slayer. The raiding of my turd cutter was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts joining his love muscle deep in my Mavis Fritter. When he removed his cumtree from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the sewer trout off his stilton sword. He extruded a giant butt nugget on my tatas just so he could consume it up like a pig at a trough.
The slamming makes me flood my spaff all over his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus. Inserting a lightbulb into my ladytown got me spraying fallopian fish stock faster than snot off a whip. The unrelenting orgasms from his purple beaver buster slamming my stench trench made me come so hard, I began sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. By now, my cod crater was draining like a jizz waterfall. He munched on my clap flaps, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. After having my cock holster thrusted, he then proceeded to hammer my mud flap. When he removed his cunt stretcher from my balloon knot, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the toilet twinkie off his batter blaster. My cake hole was so full of skeleton king and cock custard, the man fat was dribbling down my chin and onto my top bollocks. Some girls are happy just to finger blast when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my ladytown and a gerbil up my old dirt road. With my velcro triangle now much like a bulldog in a windtunnel, he thought it was time to start shoving my marmite motorway. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pitch a toilet twinkie, I wondered? I awoke the next morning with my oyster ditch still weeping. I thought it was over but his one-eyed monster had other ideas. The feeling of his love piss flowing down my throat got my pussy batter flowing quicker than snot off a whip. There was magician's wax foaming from his batter blaster and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his spam javelin made my beige slime froth like a rabid dog. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love piss trickling from my puckered brown eye and all over my beef curtains. It was bliss having his vein cane shoved inside me again; stuffing my gaping clam cavern with an antique doorknob just didn't get my birth cannon squirting like it used to. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers looking like a dropped burrito, and I was no different! The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and creamy load in my old dirt road created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his tenderloin truncheon rammed deeper into my tradesman's entrance. My fuck gutter was trembling like jelly. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his all-beef thermometer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. I can't wait to gobble the ectoplasm from his wensleydale wand. The fucking of my fart valve was so vigorous, he soon found his scroto baggins joining his bald avenger deep in my rusty sherif's badge. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my flange custard flowing from my hot pocket, his clunger is going to leave my furburger resembling that bathroom door in The Shining. He blasted a giant toilet twinkie on my boobage just so he could gobble it up like a hungry hungry hippo.
The mixture of butt nugget and gentleman's relish in my turd cutter created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. By now, my fuck gutter was dribbling like a rabid dog. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's vertical garden looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! My gashtray was trembling like a rat on acid. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock snot emanating from his ramrod soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The unrelenting orgasms from his spam javelin thrusting my front bum made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy with a mortgage. It was bliss having his bugger king probed inside me again; stuffing my cock holster with a number of chillies just didn't get my cod cave spraying like it used to. He dropped a giant hardened fudge nugget on my chest puppies just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. I awoke the next morning with my furry cup still leaching. I thought it was over but his skeleton king had other ideas. The feeling of his Da Vinci load seeping down my throat got my beige slime flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my vaginal bacon buffet and my fist up my rusty bullet hole. The slamming makes me spit my clunge gunge all over his gristle missile. With his stilton sword slamming deep into my cod crater, the sensation of his chubstep smashing my cervix made me quiver like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. With my vertical garden now much like Terry Waite's allotment, he thought it was time to start shoving my chocolate starfish. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a toilet twinkie, I wondered? When he removed his one-eyed milkman from my turd-herder, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as hi
m. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the Mr. Hanky off his veiny quim prod. There was love piss leaching from his cream reaper and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. If I don't strum the banjo to get my minge monsoon slobbering from my south mouth, his one-eyed monster is going to leave my velcro triangle resembling a horse's collar. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his ample cock slid deeper into my rusty sherif's badge. The thrusting of my puckered brown eye was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his clunger deep in my other vagina. I can't wait to consume the creamy load from his cheese-crusted cock. After having my chlamydia canal hammered, he then proceeded to fuck my cocoa channel. Inserting a 9-iron into my wunder down under got me pouring pussy batter faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My throat was so full of balony pony and gentleman's relish, the steamin' semen was foaming down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish flowing from my Mavis Fritter and all over my vertical garden.
