The pounding makes me splurge my fallopian fish stock all over his chorizo howitzer.

By now, my kipper
dinghy was dripping like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity
still frothing. I thought it was over but his cumtree had other ideas. After having my wizards sleeve
raided, he then proceeded to raid my vintage golf bag. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin'
semen emanating from his timed slimer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

My ladytown was trembling like a rat on acid. Inserting a lightbulb into my mound of love pudding got
me ejecting tuna tunnel tears faster than snot off a whip. It was bliss having his tallywacker shoved
inside me again; stuffing my vibrator crater with a number of chillies just didn't get my wizards sleeve
surging like it used to. The thrusting of my Mavis Fritter was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser
conkors joining his spunk-filled spam rocket deep in my turd-herder. The unrelenting orgasms from his
spam javelin pounding my smush mitten made me come so hard, I began sweating like a blind lesbian in
a fish shop.

Inserting a 9-iron into my furry cup got me gushing spaff faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My
fuck gutter was trembling like a rat on acid. It was bliss having his cumtree shoved inside me again;
stuffing my fuck gutter with an antique doorknob just didn't get my vaginal bacon buffet flowing like it
used to. The unrelenting orgasms from his chorizo howitzer fucking my tuna canal made me come so
hard, I began sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. The thrusting of my rusty bullet hole was so
vigorous, he soon found his clock weights joining his stilton spear deep in my soft tight anus.

The thrusting of my ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his vein cane
deep in my other vagina. The unrelenting orgasms from his slut slayer slamming my tuna canal made me
come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. My clunge pool was trembling
like a shitting dog. I can't wait to consume the cock snot from his clunger. Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator
into my kipper dinghy got me gushing spaff faster than a greased weasel shit.

My cod crater was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. The hammering of my brown eye was
so vigorous, he soon found his jingle-jangle jewellery joining his Ocean's 11 Inches deep in my old dirt
road. The unrelenting orgasms from his cumtree slamming my cock holster made me come so hard, I
began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand
Province, but the sight of his spam dagger made my sex wee drip like a broken fridge freezer. The

seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his one-eyed milkman soon had me
coated like a plasterer's radio.