The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his trouser bowser soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his sperminator plunged deeper into my shit winker. With my clap flaps now much like a hippo's yawn, he thought it was time to start shoving my turd cutter. Is now the time to tell him I really need to ease a stink pickle, I wondered? Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my salmon slit got me flowing pussy batter faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. By now, my gammon alley was dribbling like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker.”
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