An insatiable cum-guzzling nympho who, not satisfied with a generous mouthful, dives under the blankets foraging for any stray jism blobs (sometimes next morning).
Peregrine: 'I'm worried about our sex life. Lady Isobel keeps disappearing under the bedclothes.'
Quentain: 'Don't be. She's probably a blanket crawler.'
Quentain: 'Don't be. She's probably a blanket crawler.'
by Albert Woods September 13, 2007