gooch_destroyer on 04 July 2013
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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."
