I awoke the next morning with my smush mitten still draining. I thought it was over but his womb raider had other ideas. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's spam castanets looking like a badly wrapped kebab, and I was no different! After having my shame portal slammed, he then proceeded to pound my poop chute. By now, my gammon alley was seeping like a jizz waterfall. I can't wait to suck the ectoplasm from his all-beef thermometer.