KHlover on 04 July 2013
Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's spam castanets looking like a motorway pileup, and I was no different! The feeling of his man fat trickling down my throat got my minge mucus flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. There was love mayonnaise trickling from his spam dagger and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. The mixture of colon cobra and Da Vinci load in my Oxo orifice created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. My vibration station was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.
