The plowing of my balloon knot was so vigorous, he soon found his clock weights joining his jebend deep in my fudge factory. With his womb raider pounding deep into my birth cannon, the sensation of his c**t plunger smashing my cervix made me quake like a sh*tting dog. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his c**t stretcher made my sideways moisture drain like a broken coffee maker. With my roast beef platter now much like John Wayne's saddlebags, he thought it was time to start sliding my fart valve. My mouth was so full of meaty member and man fat, the baby gravy was trickling down my chin and onto my rack. The mixture of butt nugget and love mayonnaise in my old dirt road created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. He eased out a giant footlong fudge bullet on my rack just so he could gobble it up like a bulldog eating porridge

The mixture of colon cobra and magician's wax in my old dirt road created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. Hours of f*cking like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like a hippo's yawn, and I was no different! After having my shamevelope slammed, he then proceeded to f*ck my rusty bullet hole. The unrelenting orgasms from his giggle stick pounding my calamari cockring made me come so hard, I began sweating like a blind lesbian in a fish shop. Within no time, I could feel the sh*tty magician's wax weeping from my black hole and all over my open-faced ham sandwich.