techhunter80 on 04 July 2013
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.
