So, found this while browsing the internet. So post your first generated message, lol Heres mine.

“The seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his Ccean's 11 Inches soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. He arced a giant butt nugget on my fiery biscuits just so he could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The fucking of my vintage golf bag was so vigorous, he soon found his jingle-jangle jewellery joining his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon deep in my rusty bullet hole. When he removed his womb ferret from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his washington monument. It was bliss having his one-eyed milkman slid inside me again; stuffing my municipal cockwash with a number of chillies just didn't get my meat purse flooding like it used to.”

The mixture of sewer trout and baby gravy in my shit winker created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. The feeling of his cock custard leaching down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. My fuck trench was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Now, I've seen more foreskins than a rabbi during a baby boom, but the sight of his womb raider made my flange custard flow like a jizz waterfall. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his purple beaver buster soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

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After having my spunk dungeon plowed, he then proceeded to slam my vintage golf bag. I can't wait to lap the cock custard from his balony pony. By now, my chamber of squelch was frothing like a leaky tap. The unrelenting orgasms from his cervix cigar hammering my quim made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. My soft-shelled tuna taco was trembling like a rat on acid."

"After having my south mouth plowed, he then proceeded to hammer my cocoa channel. If I don't dial the rotary phone to get my minge mucus foaming from my pink velvet sausage wallet, his veiny quim prod is going to leave my velcro triangle resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and creamy load in my puckered brown eye created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. With my vertical smile now much like a darts team's goalkeeper, he thought it was time to start plunging my poop chute. Is now the time to tell him I really need to roll a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? He munched on my beef curtains, even though I'd been walking the red carpet for the best part of a week."

how can people read this?? I just read 2 quotes and barely made it to the end.

"There was penis pudding weeping from his disco stick and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his huge penis plunged deeper into my vintage golf bag. If I don't strum the banjo to get my vertical moisture trickling from my clearing in the woods, his bald avenger is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling the Japanese flag. Some girls are happy just to tune the tuna when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a squash in my fuck gutter and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my vintage golf bag. The mixture of stink pickle and cock snot in my fart valve created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of."

Penis pudding? Delicious rectoplasm? I need to take a bath now.

 "I awoke the next morning with my chamber of squelch still sliming. I thought it was over but his love lollipop had other ideas. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and love mayonnaise in my turd cutter created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. Some girls are happy just to strum the banjo when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a squash in my mound of love pudding and a number of chillies up my puckered brown eye. If I don't buff the muff to get my beige slime flowing from my fuck trench, his spam javelin is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling a bucket of smashed crabs. The unrelenting orgasms from his brie baton slamming my ground zero grotto made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot."

He munched on my hairy goblet, even though I'd been walking the red carpet for the best part of a week. If I don't fish for pearls to get my fallopian fish stock oozing from my south mouth, his giggle stick is going to leave my flappy meal resembling the Japanese flag. Some girls are happy just to fluff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a lightbulb in my stench trench and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my other vagina. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like John Wayne's saddlebags, and I was no different! After having my tampon tunnel thrusted, he then proceeded to fuck my mud flap.