Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like Brian May's plughole, and I was no different! I awoke the next morning with my penis pothole still draining. I thought it was over but his jebend had other ideas. I can't wait to consume the magician's wax from his piss pipe. There was baby gravy trickling from his one-eyed milkman and
I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. The fucking of my ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his two amigos joining his washington monument deep in my turd-herder.