Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like the Japanese flag, and I was no different! He rolled a giant stink pickle on my fiery biscuits just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're alone, but I can't get off without having my fist in my split peach and an egg timer up my black hole. I can't wait to devour the baby gravy from his bugger king. With his ♥♥♥♥ plunger thrusting deep into my spunk dungeon, the sensation of his veiny quim prod smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert.

Gracias amigo por donarle sangre a mi abuela moribunda eres un capo