[Vicky.]

http://www.fiftyshadesgenerator.com/

Been laughing at this for ages. Either Im really easily amused or its actually quite funny, you chose

Spoiler:

Hours of ****ing like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like a badly wrapped kebab, and I was no different! Within no time, I could feel the ****ty baby gravy weeping from my old dirt road and all over my sugared almond. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his purple beaver buster stuffed deeper into my chocolate starfish. After having my calamari cockring pounded, he then proceeded to thrust my mavis fritter. The hammering makes me spout my sex wee all over his clunger.

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

When he removed his Vince cable from my mavis fritter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the sewer trout off his ample cock. With my sugared almond now much like a manatee in yoga pants, he thought it was time to start plunging my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I really need to ease a sewer trout, I wondered? My gaping slime hole was trembling like jelly. I awoke the next morning with my kipper dinghy still seeping. I thought it was over but his timed slimer had other ideas. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his thrill drill rammed deeper into my turd cutter.

[Me. I Am Salman]

He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. My cake hole was so full of flesh gordon and love piss, the Da Vinci load was dripping down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. The mixture of toilet twinkie and Da Vinci load in my soft tight anus created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. After having my furry cup pounded, he then proceeded to slam my rusty sherif's badge. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his long-dong silver made my beige slime drip like a leaky tap.

;s

[Vicky.]

Da Vinci load?

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

love piss

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

why do they all involve feces

[Vicky.]

Idk. maybe the creator has a skat fetish or something

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

By now, my whispering eye was haemorrhaging like a slavering dog. With his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon thrusting deep into my clunge pool, the sensation of his chubstep smashing my cervix made me quake like jelly. I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still salivating. I thought it was over but his battering ram had other ideas. The mixture of stink pickle and cock custard in my vintage golf bag created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The feeling of his steamin' semen frothing down my throat got my sex wee flowing quicker than snot off a whip.

..................

[Munchkins]

I can't wait to consume the Da Vinci load from his piss pipe. The slamming makes me pour my sex wee all over his meaty member. The unrelenting orgasms from his meaty member pounding my municipal cockwash made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. By now, my sperm socket was dribbling like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. After having my birth cannon thrusted, he then proceeded to thrust my marmite motorway.

[Black Dagger]

My smush mitten was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.

pmsl

[Kizzy]

I'm no prude but it makes me feel a bit sick tbh... Mind you I am hungover and my bacon and brown sauce sarnie is not sitting well.

[MB.]

Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his spunk-filled spam rocket probed deeper into my chocolate starfish. I awoke the next morning with my pink velvet sausage wallet still slobbering. I thought it was over but his cervix cigar had other ideas. The plowing makes me spit my clunge gunge all over his wensleydale wand. It was bliss having his **** stretcher probed inside me again; stuffing my salmon slit with a squash just didn't get my ladytown spritzing like it used to. Inserting a number of chillies into my whispering eye got me ejecting vertical moisture faster than snot off a whip.

Of course.