“Don’t you think we are being little loud Kathryn”Phillip asked me
“Shut your trap”I moaned out in between oceans of pleasure rushing through me as Phillip kissed me deeply
My throat was so full of giggle stick and baby gravy, the gentleman's relish was leaching down my chin and onto my bare bosom.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock custard sliming from my other vagina and all over my vertical smile.
It was bliss having his sperminator plunged inside me again; stuffing my cod canyon with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my one slice toaster surging like it used to.
After having my hatchet wound thrusted, he then proceeded to raid my black hole. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and steamin' semen in my cocoa channel created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of.
Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his clunger stuffed deeper into my marmite motorway. There was cock snot frothing from his giggle stick and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow.
We were ready for more.
If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my shrimp sap slobbering from my spunk dungeon, his long-dong silver is going to leave my flappy meal resembling that bathroom door in The Shining.
Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like a hippo's yawn, and I was no different! The hammering of my old dirt road was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts joining his skeleton king deep in my tradesman's entrance.
My throat was so full of timed slimer and steamin' semen, the steamin' semen was dripping down my chin and onto my mosquito bites. The unrelenting orgasms from his muffbuster raiding my hatchet wound made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory.
There was cock snot slobbering from his one-eyed milkman and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow.
When he removed his clunger from my balloon knot, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the butt nugget off his flesh gordon.
The raiding makes me flood my beige slime all over his balony pony.
The feeling of his love mayonnaise frothing down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit.
Phillip eased out a giant colon cobra on my fiery biscuits just so he could lap it up like a pig at a trough.
I can't wait to gobble the love mayonnaise from his cheese-crusted cock.
The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his cunt plunger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. I awoke the next morning with my clam-flavoured pothole still flowing. I thought it was over but his greasy slimelight had other ideas.
He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his purple beaver buster.
The feeling of his man fat dripping down my throat got my minge mucus flowing quicker than snot off a whip.
The fucking of my soft tight anus was so vigorous, he soon found his clock weights joining his spunk-filled spam rocket deep in my rusty sherif's badge.