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Post by Zeito Shion on Apr 8, 2013 20:09:47 GMT -5
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Post by Hyun Miyano on Apr 25, 2013 20:45:52 GMT -5
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YOU CHEWED, ME UP AND SPIT ME OUT, LIKE I WAS POISON IN YOUR MOUTH. YOU TOOK MY LIGHT, YOU DRAINED ME DOWN, BUT THAT WAS THEN AND THIS IS NOW. NOW LOOK AT ME! THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA EVER TAKE AWAY FROM ME, NO. THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA EVER TAKE AWAY FROM ME, NO. THROW YOUR – TAGS: Natas, or Alvaro WORDS: 000 STATS: HAN: 19 REI: 17 HAK: 15 SEI: 16 BUK: 19 HOH: 19
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Post by totesatrap on Apr 28, 2013 21:13:09 GMT -5
Dumping this in here, as well... xoX [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:480px; background-color:#F6C9CC; padding:8px;,bTable][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=vAlign, top] words: words here tags: tags here notes: notes here
| Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two The candy man, the candy man can The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry–lemon pie The candy man? The candy man, the candy man can The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes Satisfying and delicious Talk about your childhood wishes You can even eat the dishes
Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream The candy man, Willy Wonka can, the candy man can The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
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Post by totesatrap on May 3, 2013 16:42:10 GMT -5
Ok... yeah...... I made this.... It made me angry.... I gave up.... This is it xD It's kinda not useable xD whatever fuck you. [atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,376,bTable]
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For a thousand years I'll Sing...
I can't wait to devour the steamin' semen from his purple-headed trouser snake. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like Brian May's plughole, and I was no different! There was penis pudding slobbering from his sperminator and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. By now, my calamari cockring was sliming like a broken fridge freezer. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my vaginal bacon buffet and a number of chillies up my rusty sherif's badge.
The slamming makes me pour my shrimp sap all over his kebeb skewer. It was bliss having his battering ram plunged inside me again; stuffing my salmon slit with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my furry cup squirting like it used to. By now, my penis pothole was dripping like a leaky tap. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like a rabid baboon's arse, and I was no different! If I don't tune the tuna to get my clunge gunge sliming from my meat purse, his turgid terror truncheon is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a dropped burrito.
The mixture of sewer trout and baby gravy in my rusty bullet hole created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. Inserting my fist into my clam-flavoured pothole got me spouting spaff faster than a greased weasel shit. It was bliss having his spam dagger slid inside me again; stuffing my fuck trench with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my clearing in the woods spritzing like it used to. By now, my clam-flavoured pothole was draining like a leaky tap. My clam-flavoured pothole was trembling like a rat on acid.
Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his clunger made my beige slime weep like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. With my vertical garden now much like a horse's collar, he thought it was time to start stuffing my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? It was bliss having his cheese-crusted cock slid inside me again; stuffing my smush mitten with an egg timer just didn't get my gammon alley surging like it used to. The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his throbbing quim dagger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The unrelenting orgasms from his cumtree slamming my cod cave made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot.
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Post by totesatrap on May 6, 2013 12:17:30 GMT -5
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I'm still alive
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It's Time to end this lie
There was magician's wax dripping from his ample cock and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his spunk-filled spam rocket made my minge mucus foam like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home. The thrusting makes me gush my spaff all over his battering ram. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like a dropped burrito, and I was no different! The feeling of his gentleman's relish seeping down my throat got my flange custard flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel.
He munched on my vertical smile, even though I'd been walking the red carpet for the best part of a week. The feeling of his steamin' semen slobbering down my throat got my clunge gunge flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. The pounding makes me spray my minge monsoon all over his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise dripping from my cocoa channel and all over my beef curtains. My ground zero grotto was trembling like jelly.
I awoke the next morning with my mound of love pudding still leaking. I thought it was over but his tenderloin truncheon had other ideas. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like an over inflated dinghy, and I was no different! The mixture of sewer trout and cock snot in my turd-herder created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his battering ram made my minge mucus froth like a George Foreman grill. It was bliss having his chubstep probed inside me again; stuffing my herring hole with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my birth cannon flooding like it used to.
It was bliss having his cream reaper slid inside me again; stuffing my hatchet wound with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my bearded haddock pasty gushing like it used to. Now, I've taken more poundings than the Somme, but the sight of his one-eyed milkman made my tuna tunnel tears froth like a leaky tap. He munched on my flappy meal, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. The unrelenting orgasms from his spunk-filled spam rocket pounding my birth cannon made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my clunge gunge leaking from my cock holster, his battering ram is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling Brian May's plughole.
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Post by totesatrap on May 6, 2013 16:12:22 GMT -5
I wonder how unusable this one will turn out to be xD WELLLLL.... I gave up ZSs Wanted other shit to add, but nope. Gave up, yo. /still totally not procrastinating Editted it, yo owo Looks kinda better. xD [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:480px; border-radius: 35px 35px 35px 35px; border-top: 3px dotted #006600; border-left: 3px dotted #006600; padding:8px;,bTable] The plowing of my Mavis Fritter was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his stilton sword deep in my turd cutter. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his batter blaster soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my quim and my fist up my black hole. After having my shamevelope hammered, he then proceeded to pound my shit winker. The unrelenting orgasms from his greasy kebab skewer hammering my herring hole made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory.
It was bliss having his balony pony shoved inside me again; stuffing my pink velvet sausage wallet with a squash just didn't get my ladytown spraying like it used to. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's panty hamster looking like a hippo's yawn, and I was no different! The seemingly never-ending streams of man fat emanating from his ramrod soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The unrelenting orgasms from his throbbing quim dagger thrusting my shamevelope made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. There was baby gravy trickling from his batter blaster and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat seeping from my marmite motorway and all over my vertical smile. When he removed his chorizo howitzer from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the corn-eyed butt snake off his mutton dagger. If I don't study english cliterature to get my pussy batter weeping from my split peach, his ample cock is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a sand blasted tomato. With his thrill drill fucking deep into my hatchet wound, the sensation of his Vince cable smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of chopped liver. With my lunchmeat now much like Pete Burns' lips, he thought it was time to start ramming my tradesman's entrance. Is now the time to tell him I really need to crown a Mr. Hanky, I wondered?
I awoke the next morning with my depravity cavity still seeping. I thought it was over but his ramrod had other ideas. The feeling of his Da Vinci load dripping down my throat got my clunge gunge flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. The unrelenting orgasms from his huge penis pounding my fuck trench made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. When he removed his giggle stick from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the footlong fudge bullet off his purple-headed trouser snake. By now, my pink velvet sausage wallet was seeping like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls.
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Post by Kei Amateratsu on May 8, 2013 16:34:36 GMT -5
This looks kinda like a clusterfuck of too much stuff, but i like it.. all that matters XD Let's play a song that no one knows Even though this body may rust and stop I'll continue singing to this collapsed gravestone the song you left behind. ♥ ♥ ♥ Although we can no longer meet under this moon Facing the sky, I continue to sing. After having my chlamydia canal pounded, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe. There was cock snot flowing from his blind butler and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. It was bliss having his piss pipe probed inside me again; stuffing my gashtray with a 9-iron just didn't get my birth cannon spattering like it used to. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his turgid terror truncheon stuffed deeper into my chocolate starfish. I can't wait to consume the magician's wax from his master of ceremonies.
Inserting a gerbil into my hatchet wound got me surging minge monsoon faster than a greased weasel shit. When he removed his mutton dagger from my other vagina, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his brie baton. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like a motorway pileup, and I was no different! The thrusting makes me spray my sex wee all over his cream reaper. It was bliss having his chubstep plunged inside me again; stuffing my smush mitten with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my chlamydia canal spritzing like it used to.
With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a stuntman's knee, he thought it was time to start shoving my rusty bullet hole. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like a badly wrapped kebab, and I was no different! I can't wait to devour the steamin' semen from his purple-headed trouser snake. He launched a giant corn-eyed butt snake on my mosquito bites just so he could lap it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his meaty member stuffed deeper into my Oxo orifice.
It was bliss having his cream reaper stuffed inside me again; stuffing my birth cannon with a barbie doll just didn't get my vibrator crater gushing like it used to. By now, my chlamydia canal was oozing like a George Foreman grill. I can't wait to suck the love mayonnaise from his Nelson's Column. If I don't audition the finger puppets to get my tuna tunnel tears dribbling from my kipper dinghy, his bugger king is going to leave my hairy goblet resembling a clown's pocket. With his cervix cigar plowing deep into my gaping clam cavern, the sensation of his stilton spear smashing my cervix made me quiver like a tasered slab of chopped liver.
The fucking makes me gush my flange custard all over his master of ceremonies. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his timed slimer plunged deeper into my poo pipe. The feeling of his steamin' semen leaching down my throat got my pussy batter flowing quicker than snot off a whip. It was bliss having his battering ram rammed inside me again; stuffing my pink velvet sausage wallet with a number of chillies just didn't get my quim flowing like it used to. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and man fat in my marmite motorway created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of.
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Post by Miruna Radomira on May 11, 2013 20:41:47 GMT -5
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sex sex sex By now, my cod crater was oozing like a slavering dog. I can't wait to lap the gentleman's relish from his mutton dagger. Inserting a number of chillies into my hatchet wound got me flooding minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The slamming of my rusty sherif's badge was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his clunger deep in my marmite motorway. There was penis pudding seeping from his purple beaver buster and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more.
After having my soft-shelled tuna taco fucked, he then proceeded to hammer my turd-herder. He arced a giant stink pickle on my boobage just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. It was bliss having his cumtree plunged inside me again; stuffing my calamari cockring with a squash just didn't get my whispering eye spritzing like it used to. With his Vince cable pounding deep into my clam-flavoured pothole, the sensation of his brie baton smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. With my roast beef platter now much like a hippo's yawn, he thought it was time to start stuffing my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pitch a Mr. Hanky, I wondered?
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Post by Miruna Radomira on May 12, 2013 13:15:25 GMT -5
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sex sex sex By now, my cod crater was oozing like a slavering dog. I can't wait to lap the gentleman's relish from his mutton dagger. Inserting a number of chillies into my hatchet wound got me flooding minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The slamming of my rusty sherif's badge was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his clunger deep in my marmite motorway. There was penis pudding seeping from his purple beaver buster and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more.
After having my soft-shelled tuna taco fucked, he then proceeded to hammer my turd-herder. He arced a giant stink pickle on my boobage just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. It was bliss having his cumtree plunged inside me again; stuffing my calamari cockring with a squash just didn't get my whispering eye spritzing like it used to. With his Vince cable pounding deep into my clam-flavoured pothole, the sensation of his brie baton smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. With my roast beef platter now much like a hippo's yawn, he thought it was time to start stuffing my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pitch a Mr. Hanky, I wondered?
I awoke the next morning with my mound of love pudding still leaking. I thought it was over but his tenderloin truncheon had other ideas. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like an over inflated dinghy, and I was no different! The mixture of sewer trout and cock snot in my turd-herder created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his battering ram made my minge mucus froth like a George Foreman grill. It was bliss having his chubstep probed inside me again; stuffing my herring hole with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my birth cannon flooding like it used to.
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Post by Zeito Shion on Jun 12, 2013 0:21:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width: 350px;] Can you hear the screams of my love for you? The feeling of his magician's wax leaching down my throat got my tuna tunnel tears flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The unrelenting orgasms from his tenderloin truncheon plowing my hatchet wound made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. It was bliss having his purple-headed trouser snake plunged inside me again; stuffing my hot pocket with a gerbil just didn't get my vibration station surging like it used to. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like a bulldog in a windtunnel, and I was no different! My sperm socket was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The feeling of his love piss dribbling down my throat got my tuna tunnel tears flowing quicker than snot off a whip. The unrelenting orgasms from his giggle stick thrusting my vibrator crater made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his greasy slimelight made my shrimp sap dribble like a broken fridge freezer. My mouth was so full of cream reaper and magician's wax, the gentleman's relish was leaching down my chin and onto my superdroopers. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like a bulldog in a windtunnel, and I was no different! My mouth was so full of washington monument and ECTOPLASM, the man fat was draining down my chin and onto my mammaries. There was steamin' semen frothing from his spam dagger and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. The feeling of his cock snot sliming down my throat got my minge mucus flowing quicker than snot off a whip. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his womb raider made my tuna tunnel tears weep like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's hairy goblet looking like a bulldog in a windtunnel, and I was no different! Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his Vince cable made my beige slime trickle like a George Foreman grill. Inserting an egg timer into my bearded haddock pasty got me spattering minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My cake hole was so full of ample cock and magician's wax, the creamy load was trickling down my chin and onto my top bollocks. The unrelenting orgasms from his spunk-filled spam rocket fucking my municipal cockwash made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. It doesn't matter how far I reach, you still won't see me |
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Post by Hyun Miyano on Jun 18, 2013 20:37:58 GMT -5
Don't judge me XD After having my one slice toaster pounded, he then proceeded to fuck my black hole. I can't wait to chow down on the ectoplasm from his timed slimer. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cunt plunger rammed deeper into my Mavis Fritter. When he removed his brie baton from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the footlong fudge bullet off his huge penis. The feeling of his creamy load draining down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit.
After having my clam-flavoured pothole plowed, he then proceeded to hammer my fart valve. The slamming of my puckered brown eye was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his stilton sword deep in my rusty bullet hole. Some girls are happy just to buff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my wunder down under and my fist up my old dirt road. The mixture of colon cobra and Da Vinci load in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. He munched on my furburger, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best part of a week
By now, my frilling pink golf bag was oozing like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and magician's wax in my brown eye created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. Inserting a number of chillies into my birth cannon got me spritzing minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. With my hairy goblet now much like a rabid baboon's arse, he thought it was time to start stuffing my other vagina. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a toilet twinkie, I wondered?
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Post by Berlin Chlotichilda on Jun 19, 2013 2:31:44 GMT -5
Ok... totes using this for Emil xwX I like how it looks... that's all that matters... FUCK YOU OPERA! ONLY USE CHROME Dx Ah, I'm about to throw up. Ah, with your two hands, please take me in. Please accept me and everything about me. WORDS [/b] 69[/div] He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. If I don't fluff the muff to get my minge monsoon haemorrhaging from my one slice toaster, his skin flute is going to leave my spam castanets resembling a stamped bat. Within no time, I could feel the shitty Da Vinci load trickling from my chocolate starfish and all over my furburger. With his blind butler plowing deep into my furry cup, the sensation of his pink tractor beam smashing my cervix made me quiver like a rat on acid. When he removed his blue-veined custard chucker from my fudge factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the colon cobra off his Nelson's Column.
With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a bulldog in a windtunnel, he thought it was time to start sliding my puckered brown eye. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cop a hardened fudge nugget, I wondered? After having my tampon tunnel fucked, he then proceeded to hammer my rusty bullet hole. Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy slobbering from my soft tight anus and all over my roast beef platter. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his vein cane made my flange custard seep like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. When he removed his sperminator from my turd-herder, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the sewer trout off his purple-headed trouser snake.
I awoke the next morning with my birth cannon still dribbling. I thought it was over but his devil's bagpipe had other ideas. The thrusting makes me spout my spaff all over his battering ram. By now, my furry cup was frothing like a slug in a salt mine. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon shoved deeper into my brown mile. It was bliss having his skeleton king stuffed inside me again; stuffing my vaginal bacon buffet with an antique doorknob just didn't get my shame portal flowing like it used to. Tags: person 1 2 and 3? Stats: EIN ZWEI DREI VEIR! [/div][/center]
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Post by niceboat on Jun 19, 2013 18:40:52 GMT -5
I personally think it's cute XD Think whatever you want about it. Teacher! Are we gonna have Cirno as a snack?
Ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Even though Cirno, the circle-nine, looks really tasty, I have to control myself and now eat Kanako's rice gruel instead. I'll eat her after she gets fatter!
I’m aiming for the top of the food chain, so today I’m training again, Frog-leaping up the shrine stairs~!
Ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit (Stop ribbitin’!) Ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit (Boi~ng!)
All the frogs go ribbit-ribbit and won’t lose even to rain. When it gets cold, they hibernate—it’s the Mishakuji-sama destiny! All the frogs go jumping around and won’t lose even to wind. Their tails go wiggling around—it’s the tadpole destiny!
According to Shameimaru, this morning... (Ni- Ni- Nice Boat! Suwako’s Nice Boat!) ...A vicious Guncannon... (Ni- Ni- Nice Boat! Suwako’s Nice Boat!) ...Using a funnel maneuver like a sumo wrestler’s... (Ni- Ni- Nice Boat! Suwako’s Nice Boat!) ...Symmetrically docked with the armpit-miko Reimu... (Ni- Ni- Nice Boat! Suwako’s Nice Boat!) ...And played a magnificent harmony. (Ni- Ni- Nice Boat! Suwako’s Nice Boat!)
The frogs are jumping inside my hat. If I take it off, the frogs start coming off endlessly I won’t lose to that Sumo wrestler! (Tetsuko!)
The wiggling snakes have tails, But I don’t have any, so I borrowed one from the fox and equipped it~!
All the frogs go ribbit-ribbit and won’t lose even to rain. When it gets cold, they hibernate—it’s the Mishakuji-sama destiny! All the frogs go jumping around and won’t lose even to wind. Their tails go wiggling around—it’s the tadpole destiny!
So, what do you think of these shrine ropes? (Good taste of Cirno) I think they're very...big. (Cirno of good taste!) There’s n-o o-n-e inside this hat, is there?
All the frogs go ribbit-ribbit and won’t lose even to rain. When it gets cold, they hibernate—it’s the Mishakuji-sama destiny! All the frogs go jumping around and won’t lose even to wind. Their tails go wiggling around—it’s the tadpole destiny!
Tadpole destiny!
Aua! Ah-Ah! Au~ Au~! Hai☆Hai!
Nice boat? No, that’s Kefir.
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Post by Alestar Carson on Jun 20, 2013 19:00:27 GMT -5
Dumping this in here for use later [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,3,true][atrb=style, width:390; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] "lyrics or quotes or whatever your heart desires! if you fill up this box, it will overflow flow flow!~ " |
“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.” — Marya Hornbacher CODED BY ELECTRIC
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Post by totesatrap on Jun 22, 2013 17:24:02 GMT -5
Just preparing for a beach... >w>.... Smile While You Strip. He copped a giant footlong fudge bullet on my twin peaks just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his ample cock made my pussy batter froth like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. I can't wait to consume the creamy load from his gristle missile. My chamber of squelch was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Inserting a lightbulb into my carp cavity got me spraying beige slime faster than a greased weasel shit.
The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his ramrod soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Inserting a 9-iron into my oyster ditch got me flowing minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My tuna canal was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The pounding of my ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his timed slimer deep in my poop chute. I awoke the next morning with my shame portal still leaching. I thought it was over but his ample cock had other ideas.
With my lunchmeat now much like John Wayne's saddlebags, he thought it was time to start stuffing my Oxo orifice. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pinch off a stink pickle, I wondered? He munched on my vertical garden, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. The plowing of my puckered brown eye was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts joining his love lollipop deep in my chocolate starfish. He rolled a giant sewer trout on my chest puppies just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. By now, my soft-shelled tuna taco was haemorrhaging like Adele waiting for Greggs to open.
HAN: 13(+2), REI: 9, HAK: 8 (+2), SEI: 7, BUK: 9, HOH: 10 (+4)
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