"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."
---Member of the official Squeezol Fanclub---
