My smush mitten was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. Some girls are happy just to audition the finger puppets when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my ♥♥♥♥ gutter and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my mud flap. Within no time, I could feel the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ penis pudding weeping from my turd cutter and all over my velcro triangle. By now, my ♥♥♥♥ gutter was seeping like a leaky tap. He rolled a giant colon cobra on my chesticles just so he could gobble it up like a hungry hungry hippo.