iBlah on 04 July 2013
There was love mayonnaise draining from his huge penis and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my shrimp sap leaking from my fuck trench, his flesh gordon is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a motorway pileup. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his womb ferret plunged deeper into my puckered brown eye. I awoke the next morning with my herring hole still sliming. I thought it was over but his mutton dagger had other ideas. He copped a giant hardened fudge nugget on my love bubbles just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge.
