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Brian
May's plughole. The hammering makes me flood my spaff all over his balony pony.
I awoke the next morning with my shame portal still draining. I thought it was
over but his chubstep had other ideas. By now, my frilling pink golf bag was
oozing like a broken fridge freezer. He blasted a giant corn-eyed butt snake on
my boobage just so he could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. Leaving
my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his
spunk-filled spam rocket stuffed deeper into my puckered brown eye. The mixture
of footlong fudge bullet and cock custard in my mud flap created the delicious
rectal stew that he was so fond of. With his jade rod thrusting deep into my
ground zero grotto, the sensation of his flesh gordon smashing my cervix made
me quiver like a rat on acid. When he removed his clunger from my fart valve,
he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I
couldn't wait to gobble the footlong fudge bullet off his sperminator. My
throat was so full of clunger and love mayonnaise, the cock custard was leaking
down my chin and onto my cans. It was bliss having his blue-veined custard
chucker shoved inside me again; stuffing my fuck gutter with an antique
doorknob just didn't get my birth cannon surging like it used to. After having
my municipal cockwash fucked, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe. The
feeling of his cock snot flowing down my throat got my clunge gunge flowing quicker
than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He munched on my meaty hangers, even
though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. The hammering of my
ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his sperm factories joining his
one-eyed milkman deep in my black hole.
    Inserting
an egg timer into my smush mitten got me splurging minge mucus faster than
greased shit off a shiny shovel. If I don't buff the muff to get my tuna tunnel
tears frothing from my pink velvet sausage wallet, his Nelson's Column is going
to leave my velcro triangle resembling Pete Burns' lips. The unrelenting
orgasms from his skin flute pounding my gammon alley made me come so hard, I
began sweating like a whore in a confessional. With my panty hamster now much
like John Wayne's saddlebags, he thought it was time to start shoving my mud
flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cop a butt nugget, I
wondered? Hours of raiding like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers
looking like a hippo's yawn, and I was no different! The mixture of colon cobra
and cock custard in my balloon knot created the delicious sphincter sauce that
he was so fond of. There was magician's wax flowing from his bald-headed yogurt
slinger and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more.
With his bald avenger plowing deep into my hatchet wound, the sensation of his
master of ceremonies smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of
chopped liver. It was bliss having his cream reaper probed inside me again;
stuffing my quim with a gerbil just didn't get my split peach surging like it
used to. When he removed his vein cane from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly
surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I
couldn't wait to consume the footlong fudge bullet off his love lollipop. He
munched on my hairy goblet, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part
of a week. Now, I've been told the sperm bank will accept my spit, but the
sight of his meaty member made my pussy batter ooze like there was a midget inside
me with a super soaker. I can't wait to chow down on the penis pudding from his
cream reaper. Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're
alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my
enchilada of love and a 9-iron up my shit winker. My mouth was so full of love
muscle and gentleman's relish, the love mayonnaise was haemorrhaging down my
chin and onto my superdroopers. Within no time, I could feel the shitty