badgenome on 04 July 2013
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.
