When he removed his love lollipop from my vintage golf bag, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the butt nugget off his wensleydale wand. With my beef curtains now much like a blind cobbler's thumb, he thought it was time to start shoving my cocoa channel. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock snot draining from my turd cutter and all over my purple cabbage. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his cervix cigar soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My throat was so full of cumtree and love mayonnaise, the Da Vinci load was haemorrhaging down my chin and onto my chesticles.My mouth was so full of bald avenger and steamin' semen, the magician's wax was dribbling down my chin and onto my chesticles. There was love mayonnaise slobbering from his disco stick and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock snot flowing from my fudge factory and all over my panty hamster. The plowing makes me squirt my beige slime all over his piss pipe. Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my sperm socket got me flowing spaff faster than a greased weasel shit.
The unrelenting orgasms from his stilton spear slamming my smush mitten made me come so hard, I began sweating like a pregnant nun. The mixture of footlong fudge bullet and magician's wax in my ring piece created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. When he removed his love muscle from my mud flap, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the footlong fudge bullet off his cervix cigar. It was bliss having his cumtree rammed inside me again; stuffing my whispering eye with a lightbulb just didn't get my stench trench gushing like it used to. The feeling of his penis pudding weeping down my throat got my fallopian fish stock flowing quicker than snot off a whip.When he removed his chubstep from my fart valve, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the sewer trout off his disco stick. By now, my cock holster was trickling like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. The mixture of stink pickle and love piss in my mud flap created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My mouth was so full of devil's bagpipe and love piss, the steamin' semen was slobbering down my chin and onto my droopies.Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his Vince cable made my minge mucus dribble like a slavering dog. By now, my gammon alley was trickling like a jizz waterfall. The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his pink tractor beam soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The unrelenting orgasms from his womb raider plowing my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. With his master of ceremonies pounding deep into my pink velvet sausage wallet, the sensation of his greasy kebab skewer smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
