Hours of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like a bulldog in a windtunnel, and I was no different! My kipper dinghy was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. When he removed his vein cane from my fart valve, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. -rep, big scrub. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the butt nugget off his stilton spear. He copped a giant toilet twinkie on my twin peaks just so he could devour it up like a pig at a trough. I awoke the next morning with my quim still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his Nelson's Column had other ideas.