The unrelenting orgasms from his wensleydale wand fucking my municipal cockwash made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat chick running a marathon.
There was cock snot flowing from his battering ram and I was wetter than a bathmaid’s elbow.
We enjoyed more hardcore fucking.
He munched on my purple cabbage, even though I’d had my redwings for the best part of a week.
It was bliss having his pink tractor beam plunged inside me again; stuffing my gashtray with a 9-iron just didn’t get my chlamydia canal spraying like it used to.
The plowing of my chocolate starfish was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser conkors joining his batter blaster deep in my vintage golf bag