It was bliss having his kebeb skewer slid inside me again; stuffing my carp cavity with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my clearing in the woods pouring like it used to. By now, my spunk dungeon was dripping like a hungry pig at a trough. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his sperminator slid deeper into my vintage golf bag. The pounding makes me squirt my ♥♥♥♥♥ batter all over his muffbuster. After having my hot pocket slammed, he then proceeded to thrust my fart valve.

I awoke the next morning with my bearded haddock pasty still slobbering. I thought it was over but his disco stick had other ideas. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. He munched on my lunchmeat, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. The unrelenting orgasms from his disco stick hammering my calamari cockring made me come so hard, I began sweating like a pregnant nun. With my clap flaps now much like an over inflated dinghy, he thought it was time to start plunging my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to curl a toilet twinkie, I wondered?

He crowned a giant stink pickle on my mosquito bites just so he could devour it up like a pig at a trough. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my slime hole and a barbie doll up my other fried tuna taco. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and love mayonnaise in my black hole created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. The feeling of his baby gravy dripping down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased ♥♥♥♥ off a shiny shovel. Inserting an egg timer into my enchilada of love got me surging clunge gunge faster than greased ♥♥♥♥ off a shiny shovel.

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