Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they’re alone, but I can’t get off without having an antique doorknob in my mound of love pudding and a squash up my balloon knot.
The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt stretcher pounding my pink velvet sausage wallet made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat chick at a Slayer concert.
There was love piss weeping from his long-dong silver and I was wetter than a well diggers ass.
We were ready to make some hardcore porrno movies as he plunged my asshole.
I can’t wait to lap the magician’s wax from his disco stick.
My front bum was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer.