Just another example
04-24-2013, 12:40 AM
#7
“I can't wait to gobble the man fat from his bald-headed yogurt slinger. He munched on my swollen budgie's tongue, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. My mouth was so full of veiny quim prod and love ****, the love **** was flowing down my chin and onto my chest puppies. Inserting a number of chillies into my gaping slime hole got me spraying flange custard faster than greased **** off a shiny shovel. My salmon slit was trembling like a rat on acid.”
04-24-2013, 12:41 AM
#10
“The slamming of my cocoa channel was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his battering ram deep in my other vagina. With my velcro triangle now much like badly battered road kill, he thought it was time to start sliding my brown mile. Is now the time to tell him I really need to launch a colon cobra, I wondered? The seemingly never-ending streams of love **** emanating from his blind butler soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Within no time, I could feel the ****ty baby gravy trickling from my old dirt road and all over my **** flaps. By now, my Quimcy, M.E. was weeping like a broken fridge freezer.”
04-24-2013, 12:43 AM
#13
“I can't wait to gobble the man fat from his bald-headed yogurt slinger. He munched on my swollen budgie's tongue, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. My mouth was so full of veiny quim prod and love ****, the love **** was flowing down my chin and onto my chest puppies. Inserting a number of chillies into my gaping slime hole got me spraying flange custard faster than greased **** off a shiny shovel. My salmon slit was trembling like a rat on acid.”
04-24-2013, 12:44 AM
#14
“My hairy spunk dungeon was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The feeling of his love mayonnaise trickling down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than snot off a whip. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and ectoplasm in my mud flap created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The slamming makes me spout my clunge gunge all over his ocean's 11 inches. I awoke the next morning with my hairy spunk dungeon still frothing. I thought it was over but his pink tractor beam had other ideas.”