My stench trench was trembling like a shitting dog. The feeling of his gentleman's relish haemorrhaging down my throat got my tuna tunnel tears flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My cake hole was so full of spam javelin and man fat, the steamin' semen was trickling down my chin and onto my chesticles. When he removed his stilton spear from my vintage golf bag, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the Mr. Hanky off his giggle stick. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his tenderloin truncheon made my spaff slobber like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker.
After having my hot pocket fucked, he then proceeded to plow my mud flap. With his sperminator pounding deep into my vibration station, the sensation of his washington monument smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's roast beef platter looking like a blind cobbler's thumb, and I was no different! I awoke the next morning with my frilling pink golf bag still dribbling. I thought it was over but his cervix cigar had other ideas. When he removed his timed slimer from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus.
He blasted a giant colon cobra on my superdroopers just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. He munched on my lunchmeat, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. With his devil's bagpipe hammering deep into my meat purse, the sensation of his bald-headed yogurt slinger smashing my cervix made me quiver like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. When he removed his womb raider from my shit winker, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the butt nugget off his greasy slimelight. The thrusting of my Mavis Fritter was so vigorous, he soon found his family jewels joining his bugger king deep in my rusty bullet hole.
“The unrelenting orgasms from his Nelson's Column fucking my frilling pink golf bag made me come so hard, I began sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. After having my bearded haddock pasty raided, he then proceeded to thrust my vintage golf bag. I can't wait to suck the creamy load from his muffbuster. The pounding makes me eject my spaff all over his skin flute. He dropped a giant stink pickle on my twin peaks just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge."
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1 BussyShillBot 2019-04-07
May Allah break the backs of all those who support these disease-ridden rodents.
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1 SnapshillBot 2019-04-07
A downvote from a commie is the equivalent of an upvote from someone with braincells. So thanks, man.
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1 Cho-Dai 2019-04-07
Wow that thing could give Snappy a run for the money.
1 TwitchSubSlinger 2019-04-07
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1 POST_BUSSY 2019-04-07
Lmao, instant copypasta.
1 theprofitandloss 2019-04-07
After having my hot pocket fucked, he then proceeded to plow my mud flap. With his sperminator pounding deep into my vibration station, the sensation of his washington monument smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's roast beef platter looking like a blind cobbler's thumb, and I was no different! I awoke the next morning with my frilling pink golf bag still dribbling. I thought it was over but his cervix cigar had other ideas. When he removed his timed slimer from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus.
1 MzCherryBlossom 2019-04-07
I can’t start using this. I’d get carried away and just thoroughly enjoy it. I prefer being miserable.
1 grep_var_log 2019-04-07
Based and shitlog-pilled
1 templesthataum 2019-04-07
“The unrelenting orgasms from his Nelson's Column fucking my frilling pink golf bag made me come so hard, I began sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. After having my bearded haddock pasty raided, he then proceeded to thrust my vintage golf bag. I can't wait to suck the creamy load from his muffbuster. The pounding makes me eject my spaff all over his skin flute. He dropped a giant stink pickle on my twin peaks just so he could devour it up like a bulldog eating porridge."