With his love lollipop plowing deep into my one slice toaster, the sensation of his trouser bowser smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. The mixture of sewer trout and ***** pudding in my turd-herder created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The thrusting of my **** winker was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his bald-headed yogurt slinger deep in my brown mile. The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his battering ram soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My mouth was so full of all-beef thermometer and man fat, the ***** pudding was frothing down my chin and onto my tatas.
