The feeling of his ectoplasm oozing down my throat got my flange custard flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. I awoke the next morning with my meat purse still salivating. I thought it was over but his flesh gordon had other ideas. I can't wait to suck the creamy load from his tallywacker. The mixture of sewer trout and man fat in my brown eye created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. The slamming makes me spritz my vertical moisture all over his balony pony.”