by Amy Woods
It was bliss having his thrill drill probed inside me again; stuffing my furry cup with my fist just didn't get my penis pothole ejecting like it used to. When he removed his wensleydale wand from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the hardened fudge nugget off his slut slayer. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his piss pipe made my minge mucus slobber like a slavering dog. The mixture of colon cobra and Da Vinci load in my Mavis Fritter created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. With my flappy meal now much like a shot cat, he thought it was time to start sliding my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my vertical moisture frothing from my enchilada of love, his master of ceremonies is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling a darts team's goalkeeper. The seemingly never-ending streams of creamy load emanating from his stilton sword soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like a werewolf with it's throat cut, and I was no different! By now, my oyster ditch was oozing like a hungry pig at a trough. I awoke the next morning with my whispering eye still sliming. I thought it was over but his kebeb skewer had other ideas. Some girls are happy just to get a stinky pinky when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my tuna canal and a 9-iron up my cocoa channel. The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle thrusting my chlamydia canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. Inserting a barbie doll into my one slice toaster got me surging spaff faster than a greased weasel shit. There was cock snot dribbling from his battering ram and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. The thrusting of my shit winker was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his purple-headed trouser snake deep in my chocolate starfish. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish oozing from my fudge factory and all over my roast beef platter. He dropped a giant corn-eyed butt snake on my breasticles just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The feeling of his magician's wax weeping down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than snot off a whip. My enchilada of love was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. With his jade rod fucking deep into my south mouth, the sensation of his devil's bagpipe smashing my cervix made me quiver like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. The pounding makes me spit my minge monsoon all over his vein cane. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cheese-crusted cock rammed deeper into my Oxo orifice. After having my wizards sleeve plowed, he then proceeded to pound my puckered brown eye. My cake hole was so full of timed slimer and magician's wax, the love mayonnaise was weeping down my chin and onto my tatas. I can't wait to gobble the cock snot from his jade rod.
With my flappy meal now much like an over inflated dinghy, he thought it was time to start probing my Mavis Fritter. Is now the time to tell him I really need to launch a toilet twinkie, I wondered? By now, my depravity cavity was foaming like a broken fridge freezer. After having my stench trench raided, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe. Now, I've taken more poundings than the Somme, but the sight of his master of ceremonies made my tuna tunnel tears flow like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. My throat was so full of brie baton and gentleman's relish, the love piss was dripping down my chin and onto my top bollocks. He crowned a giant Mr. Hanky on my cans just so he could suck it up like a bulldog eating porridge. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. The plowing of my other vagina was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his spam javelin deep in my puckered brown eye. The mixture of toilet twinkie and love mayonnaise in my marmite motorway created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my shrimp sap haemorrhaging from my quim, his battering ram is going to leave my piss flaps resembling the Japanese flag. The feeling of his cock custard draining down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. It was bliss having his giggle stick slid inside me again; stuffing my vibration station with a 9-iron just didn't get my ladytown spattering like it used to. Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load oozing from my shit winker and all over my open-faced ham sandwich. Inserting my fist into my gaping clam cavern got me spraying pussy batter faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock snot emanating from his purple-headed trouser snake soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a lightbulb in my moose knuckle and a squash up my marmite motorway. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like the Japanese flag, and I was no different! When he removed his flesh gordon from my Oxo orifice, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the corn-eyed butt snake off his meaty member. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his muffbuster shoved deeper into my mud flap. There was love mayonnaise oozing from his spam javelin and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. The unrelenting orgasms from his spam javelin thrusting my sperm socket made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. I awoke the next morning with my salmon slit still foaming. I thought it was over but his love lollipop had other ideas. My chamber of squelch was trembling like a shitting dog. The slamming makes me spray my minge mucus all over his purple-headed trouser snake. With his stilton spear fucking deep into my moose knuckle, the sensation of his Ocean's 11 Inches smashing my cervix made me quake like a shitting dog.
If I don't tune the tuna to get my spaff frothing from my ladytown, his wrist-thick wand is going to leave my beef curtains resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. By now, my calamari cockring was flowing like a slavering dog. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cream reaper plunged deeper into my rusty bullet hole. When he removed his long-dong silver from my brown eye, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the hardened fudge nugget off his love lollipop. After having my herring hole slammed, he then proceeded to fuck my ring piece. Some girls are happy just to tune the tuna when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my wunder down under and a squash up my marmite motorway. My cake hole was so full of huge penis and man fat, the magician's wax was dribbling down my chin and onto my fiery biscuits. He launched a giant Mr. Hanky on my fiery biscuits just so he could gobble it up like a pig at a trough. I awoke the next morning with my furry cup still leaking. I thought it was over but his kebeb skewer had other ideas. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish trickling from my ring piece and all over my hairy goblet. With his veiny quim prod hammering deep into my municipal cockwash, the sensation of his cheese-crusted cock smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. The feeling of his creamy load seeping down my throat got my clunge gunge flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his spunk-filled spam rocket soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. There was magician's wax dribbling from his spam dagger and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my ladytown got me flooding minge mucus faster than snot off a whip. With my flappy meal now much like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle, he thought it was time to start sliding my ring piece. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pinch off a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? The mixture of toilet twinkie and ectoplasm in my turd cutter created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. It was bliss having his wrist-thick wand probed inside me again; stuffing my fuck trench with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my calamari cockring squirting like
it used to. He munched on my beef curtains, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best part of a week. The hammering of my fart valve was so vigorous, he soon found his clock weights joining his skin flute deep in my fudge factory. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's fishy flaps looking like a blind cobbler's thumb, and I was no different! The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle pounding my oyster ditch made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his Ocean's 11 Inches made my minge monsoon froth like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. I can't wait to suck the man fat from his one-eyed monster. My cod canyon was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver.
With my meaty hangers now much like a stuntman's knee, he thought it was time to start shoving my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a butt nugget, I wondered? I can't wait to gobble the Da Vinci load from his batter blaster. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like Terry Waite's allotment, and I was no different! He eased out a giant stink pickle on my boobage just so he could consume it up like a pig at a trough. The feeling of his man fat seeping down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his chubstep rammed deeper into my Oxo orifice. He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. My cake hole was so full of devil's bagpipe and baby gravy, the magician's wax was oozing down my chin and onto my chest puppies. There was penis pudding draining from his one-eyed monster and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. My gammon alley was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. I awoke the next morning with my furry cup still draining. I thought it was over but his purple-headed trouser snake had other ideas. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish sliming from my black hole and all over my velcro triangle. Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator into my quim got me pouring vertical moisture faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The thrusting makes me splurge my shrimp sap all over his kebeb skewer. The unrelenting orgasms from his huge penis plowing my fuck gutter made me come so hard, I began sweating like Gary glitter at PC World. By now, my moose knuckle was trickling like a slavering dog. It was bliss having his meaty member plunged inside me again; stuffing my cum dumpster with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my fuck gutter splurging like it used to. If I don't fluff the muff to get my fallopian fish stock leaching from my frilling pink golf bag, his tallywacker is going to leave my panty hamster resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. With his chubstep pounding deep into my herring hole, the sensation of his sperminator smashing my cervix made me quake like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight of his long-dong silver made my tuna tunnel tears ooze like Augustus Gloop's mouth at the sight of Willy Wonka's chocolate river. The pounding of my soft tight anus was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his vein cane deep in my mud flap. After having my carp cavity hammered, he then proceeded to plow my Oxo orifice. The mixture of toilet twinkie and man fat in my brown mile created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. When he removed his blind butler from my fudge factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the colon cobra off his wensleydale wand. The seemingly never-ending streams of magician's wax emanating from his piss pipe soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.
He cut a giant stink pickle on my breasticles just so he could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his master of ceremonies made my shrimp sap slobber like a broken coffee maker. After having my tuna canal raided, he then proceeded to thrust my brown eye. My carp cavity was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. By now, my meat purse was seeping like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home. He munched on my fishy flaps, even though I'd been up on bricks for the best part of a week. The pounding of my brown mile was so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his jade rod deep in my balloon knot. When he removed his cream reaper from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the butt nugget off his ample cock. There was man fat foaming from his clunger and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. The slamming makes me eject my sex wee all over his giggle stick. Within no time, I could feel the shitty steamin' semen slobbering from my Mavis Fritter and all over my purple cabbage. I awoke the next morning with my fuck trench still leaching. I thought it was over but his greasy kebab skewer had other ideas. Some girls are happy just to strum the banjo when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my whispering eye and a number of chillies up my Mavis Fritter. My cake hole was so full of bugger king and ectoplasm, the ectoplasm was draining down my chin and onto my rack. The feeling of his penis pudding trickling down my throat got my sex wee flowing quicker than snot off a whip. Inserting a squash into my cum dumpster got me flooding beige slime faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. If I don't strum the banjo to get my vertical moisture sliming from my slime hole, his timed slimer is going to leave my piss flaps resembling a horse's collar. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's velcro triangle looking like a bucket of smashed crabs, and I was no different! The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his love muscle soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. I can't wait to chow down on the baby gravy from his womb raider. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his veiny quim prod probed deeper into my fudge factory. The unrelenting orgasms from his jebend hammering my fuck trench made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. With his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon pounding deep into my tuna canal, the sensation of his mutton dagger smashing my cervix made me quiver like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. The mixture of colon cobra and gentleman's relish in my rusty sherif's badge created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. It was bliss having his throbbing quim dagger slid inside me again; stuffing my penis pothole with a 9-iron just didn't get my depravity cavity squirting like it used to.
The mixture of toilet twinkie and ectoplasm in my balloon knot created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his one-eyed milkman soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My depravity cavity was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. The unrelenting orgasms from his blue-veined custard chucker plowing my meat purse made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy with a mortgage. Inserting my fist into my Quimcy, M.E. got me splurging shrimp sap faster than snot off a whip. My throat was so full of vein cane and magician's wax, the love mayonnaise was leaching down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. When he removed his cumtree from my ring piece, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the sewer trout off his wrist-thick wand. There was gentleman's relish foaming from his tenderloin truncheon and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my shame portal and a lightbulb up my fart valve. Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his greasy slimelight made my clunge gunge leach like a leaky tap. He launched a giant butt nugget on my twin peaks just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. It was bliss having his balony pony slid inside me again; stuffing my meat purse with a 9-iron just didn't get my municipal cockwash pouring like it used to. The fucking of my black hole was so vigorous, he soon found his family jewels joining his slut slayer deep in my soft
tight anus. After having my wunder down under plowed, he then proceeded to raid my vintage golf bag. The feeling of his cock snot dribbling down my throat got my sex wee flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. If I don't study english cliterature to get my tuna tunnel tears foaming from my calamari cockring, his all-beef thermometer is going to leave my fishy flaps resembling Pete Burns' lips. With his throbbing quim dagger fucking deep into my Quimcy, M.E., the sensation of his throbbing quim dagger smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of chopped liver. I can't wait to lap the penis pudding from his one-eyed milkman. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his greasy kebab skewer rammed deeper into my balloon knot. By now, my furry cup was weeping like a jizz waterfall. I awoke the next morning with my wizards sleeve still flowing. I thought it was over but his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus had other ideas. With my purple cabbage now much like a rabid baboon's arse, he thought it was time to start plunging my rusty sherif's badge. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like a sand blasted tomato, and I was no different! The fucking makes me splurge my shrimp sap all over his Ocean's 11 Inches.
I awoke the next morning with my vibration station still sliming. I thought it was over but his jebend had other ideas. There was gentleman's relish haemorrhaging from his chubstep and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. Hours of raiding like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like that bathroom door in The Shining, and I was no different! With his skin flute slamming deep into my tampon tunnel, the sensation of his greasy slimelight smashing my cervix made me quiver like jelly. The feeling of his baby gravy foaming down my throat got my pussy batter flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. After having my clunge pool thrusted, he then proceeded to pound my marmite motorway. He eased out a giant corn-eyed butt snake on my mosquito bites just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge. It was bliss having his batter blaster plunged inside me again; stuffing my vibration station with a barbie doll just didn't get my municipal cockwash gushing like it used to. If I don't flick the bean to get my spaff slobbering from my calamari cockring, his purple beaver buster is going to leave my furburger resembling a bulldog licking piss from a thistle. The mixture of sewer trout and magician's wax in my poo pipe 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 washington monument stuffed deeper into my other vagina. My gashtray was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock snot seeping from my poop chute and all over my vertical garden. Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his veiny quim prod made my beige slime haemorrhage like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. The hammering of my rusty bullet hole was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his cheese-crusted cock deep in my turd-herder. By now, my hatchet wound was leaching like a hungry pig at a trough. With my spam castanets now much like a horse's collar, he thought it was time to start ramming my vintage golf bag. Is now the time to tell him I really need to ease a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? Inserting a 9-iron into my sperm socket got me surging pussy batter faster than a greased weasel shit. My mouth was so full of brie baton and penis pudding, the man fat was leaking down my chin and onto my chesticles. He munched on my fishy flaps, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. Some girls are happy just to play the clitar when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my municipal cockwash and a lightbulb up my poo pipe. When he removed his stilton spear from my poop chute, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the Mr. Hanky off his pink tractor beam. I can't wait to chow down on the man fat from his stilton spear. The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle plowing my chlamydia canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. The fucking makes me pour my vertical moisture all over his huge penis.
