The unrelenting orgasms from his stilton sword hammering my clunge pool made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. I can't wait to chow down on the man fat from his tallywacker. My gaping clam cavern was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. The slamming makes me spit my minge monsoon all over his stilton sword. When he removed his pink tractor beam from my turd-herder, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the corn-eyed butt snake off his stilton spear.
by amber blak January 14, 2013