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Post by Hash on May 1, 2013 19:02:00 GMT -5
This template arouses me sexually. /totally not reading the SoG dummy text
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 1, 2013 19:03:43 GMT -5
does it make you wanna stick your balony pony in my shrimp sap seep like a jizz waterfall?
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Post by Hash on May 1, 2013 20:10:26 GMT -5
... you read my mind.
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 2, 2013 17:45:53 GMT -5
Ice cream template for Vince~~~ I woke up this morning The first thought in my mind was ICECREAM My throat was so full of long-dong silver and creamy load, the penis pudding was draining down my chin and onto my love bubbles. I can't wait to gobble the steamin' semen from his stilton spear. Some girls are happy just to audition the finger puppets when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my gammon alley and a 9-iron up my turd cutter. My tuna canal was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. It was bliss having his timed slimer stuffed inside me again; stuffing my frilling pink golf bag with my fist just didn't get my furry cup surging like it used to.
He eased out a giant Mr. Hanky on my droopies just so he could chow down on it up like a bulldog eating porridge. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like that bathroom door in The Shining, and I was no different! The feeling of his Da Vinci load flowing down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than snot off a whip. When he removed his womb ferret from my fudge factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his vein cane. The mixture of butt nugget and baby gravy in my mud flap created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of.
By now, my split peach was weeping like a rabid dog. With his ample cock fucking deep into my vaginal bacon buffet, the sensation of his veiny quim prod smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. The unrelenting orgasms from his gristle missile thrusting my cod canyon made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. The mixture of toilet twinkie and love piss in my puckered brown eye created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. If I don't fish for pearls to get my beige slime leaking from my tampon tunnel, his one-eyed monster is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut. in case the text area is too much xD I woke up this morning The first thought in my mind was ICECREAM My throat was so full of long-dong silver and creamy load, the penis pudding was draining down my chin and onto my love bubbles. I can't wait to gobble the steamin' semen from his stilton spear. Some girls are happy just to audition the finger puppets when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my gammon alley and a 9-iron up my turd cutter. My tuna canal was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. It was bliss having his timed slimer stuffed inside me again; stuffing my frilling pink golf bag with my fist just didn't get my furry cup surging like it used to.
He eased out a giant Mr. Hanky on my droopies just so he could chow down on it up like a bulldog eating porridge. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like that bathroom door in The Shining, and I was no different! The feeling of his Da Vinci load flowing down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than snot off a whip. When he removed his womb ferret from my fudge factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his vein cane. The mixture of butt nugget and baby gravy in my mud flap created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of.
By now, my split peach was weeping like a rabid dog. With his ample cock fucking deep into my vaginal bacon buffet, the sensation of his veiny quim prod smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. The unrelenting orgasms from his gristle missile thrusting my cod canyon made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. The mixture of toilet twinkie and love piss in my puckered brown eye created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. If I don't fish for pearls to get my beige slime leaking from my tampon tunnel, his one-eyed monster is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a werewolf with it's throat cut.
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Post by totesatrap on May 2, 2013 18:02:18 GMT -5
I love 'em both xD But i'll prolly use the first one. I will just tweak the text colours around a bit if you don't mind o.o
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 2, 2013 18:06:09 GMT -5
thats fine xD colors were just there to have there Xwx
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Post by totesatrap on May 2, 2013 18:09:43 GMT -5
....... I just realized the text inside of the templates.......ewe
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 2, 2013 18:20:49 GMT -5
XD
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 2, 2013 22:20:34 GMT -5
i can't figure out where stats and all that good stuff would look good... Do you have a Light? Can you make me feel Alright? Plenty of Light to go Around The plowing of my brown mile was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser conkors joining his battering ram deep in my shit winker. The seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his Vince cable soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. With my vertical smile 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 roll a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his purple beaver buster stuffed deeper into my shit winker. Inserting a number of chillies into my chlamydia canal got me surging sex wee faster than snot off a whip.
Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock custard draining from my tradesman's entrance and all over my velcro triangle. He extruded a giant hardened fudge nugget on my tatas just so he could consume it up like a hungry hungry hippo. My cake hole was so full of Ccean's 11 Inches and love piss, the Da Vinci load was dribbling down my chin and onto my tatas. The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt plunger hammering my bearded haddock pasty made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. After having my split peach hammered, he then proceeded to fuck my poo pipe.
The mixture of colon cobra and steamin' semen in my fudge factory created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. Inserting a lightbulb into my fuck trench got me splurging beige slime faster than snot off a whip. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my pussy batter dribbling from my vaginal bacon buffet, his stilton sword is going to leave my piss flaps resembling a bucket of smashed crabs. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his front bum plunged deeper into my fudge factory. Some girls are happy just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my sperm socket and a squash up my black hole.
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 5, 2013 22:12:09 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: ### ♠Notes Wordy There was love piss sliming from his Vince cable and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. He copped a giant hardened fudge nugget on my rack just so he could devour it up like a hungry hungry hippo. I can't wait to suck the gentleman's relish from his muffbuster. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's lunchmeat looking like a badly wrapped kebab, and I was no different! The seemingly never-ending streams of magician's wax emanating from his meaty member soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.
There was man fat trickling from his batter blaster and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The hammering makes me flow my clunge gunge all over his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus. I can't wait to suck the love piss from his bald-headed yogurt slinger. He munched on my panty hamster, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. My tampon tunnel was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert.
By now, my enchilada of love was dripping like a rabid dog. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his skeleton king made my vertical moisture seep like a broken coffee maker. Some girls are happy just to tune the tuna when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my soft-shelled tuna taco and an egg timer up my shit winker. If I don't get a stinky pinky to get my clunge gunge seeping from my wunder down under, his front bum is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a twisted slipper. He eased out a giant stink pickle on my top bollocks just so he could consume it up like a hungry hungry hippo.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12
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Post by Pheonix on May 5, 2013 22:21:24 GMT -5
Looks so hot <~<
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 18, 2013 3:35:25 GMT -5
Words Notes: zomg words!! all the words!! Name Ein, Name Zwei, Name Drei, And the science gets done And you make a neat gun The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his devil's bagpipe soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a barbie doll in my vibrator crater and an antique doorknob up my Mavis Fritter. The feeling of his cock custard seeping down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. If I don't fish for pearls to get my spaff weeping from my bearded haddock pasty, his brie baton is going to leave my fishy flaps resembling a bulldog in a windtunnel. My mouth was so full of muffbuster and gentleman's relish, the cock snot was sliming down my chin and onto my top bollocks.
With his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus raiding deep into my carp cavity, the sensation of his thrill drill smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. Inserting a barbie doll into my vibrator crater got me ejecting tuna tunnel tears faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The mixture of toilet twinkie and gentleman's relish in my mud flap created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. With my piss flaps now much like that bathroom door in The Shining, he thought it was time to start stuffing my brown mile. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a sewer trout, I wondered? There was gentleman's relish weeping from his tenderloin truncheon and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more.
My vibration station was trembling like a shitting dog. It was bliss having his wensleydale wand plunged inside me again; stuffing my penis pothole with an egg timer just didn't get my cock holster flooding like it used to. The feeling of his Da Vinci load weeping down my throat got my beige slime flowing quicker than snot off a whip. Inserting an antique doorknob into my fuck gutter got me spouting flange custard faster than a greased weasel shit. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock custard emanating from his Vince cable soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Stats of statliness yo
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 27, 2013 19:40:50 GMT -5
IDEK...i had to post it like this despite not being finished... The Tears of the Sky Words: ### || Tags: blah name || Notes: words A Light Shining Brightly awoke the next morning with my fuck trench still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his washington monument had other ideas. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his Vince cable slid deeper into my marmite motorway. My cake hole was so full of Nelson's Column and cock snot, the cock custard was draining down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish leaching from my Oxo orifice and all over my piss flaps. The mixture of stink pickle and creamy load in my chocolate starfish created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of.
Inserting a number of chillies into my south mouth got me gushing beige slime faster than snot off a whip. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and baby gravy in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. If I don't dial the rotary phone to get my shrimp sap sliming from my split peach, his meaty member is going to leave my piss flaps resembling a stamped bat. He copped a giant sewer trout on my boobage just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his purple-headed trouser snake made my minge mucus slime like a slavering dog.
My gashtray was trembling like a rat on acid. When he removed his purple-headed trouser snake from my tradesman's entrance, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the sewer trout off his cream reaper. With his tallywacker fucking deep into my tuna canal, the sensation of his wrist-thick wand smashing my cervix made me quiver like jelly. The unrelenting orgasms from his balony pony raiding my ground zero grotto made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. I can't wait to suck the love mayonnaise from his meaty member. STATS I DON'T HAVE YET
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on May 27, 2013 20:03:32 GMT -5
So messing up so bad taught me a new fancy trick to use thats not really that fancy...YAY The Tears of the Sky Words: ### || Tags: blah name || Notes: words A Light Shining Brightly I awoke the next morning with my fuck trench still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his washington monument had other ideas. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his Vince cable slid deeper into my marmite motorway. My cake hole was so full of Nelson's Column and cock snot, the cock custard was draining down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. Within no time, I could feel the shitty gentleman's relish leaching from my Oxo orifice and all over my piss flaps. The mixture of stink pickle and creamy load in my chocolate starfish created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of.
Inserting a number of chillies into my south mouth got me gushing beige slime faster than snot off a whip. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and baby gravy in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. If I don't dial the rotary phone to get my shrimp sap sliming from my split peach, his meaty member is going to leave my piss flaps resembling a stamped bat. He copped a giant sewer trout on my boobage just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his purple-headed trouser snake made my minge mucus slime like a slavering dog.
My gashtray was trembling like a rat on acid. When he removed his purple-headed trouser snake from my tradesman's entrance, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the sewer trout off his cream reaper. With his tallywacker fucking deep into my tuna canal, the sensation of his wrist-thick wand smashing my cervix made me quiver like jelly. The unrelenting orgasms from his balony pony raiding my ground zero grotto made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. I can't wait to suck the love mayonnaise from his meaty member. STATS I DON'T HAVE YET
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Post by ✭Ulqui-chan on Jul 21, 2013 16:32:23 GMT -5
Because evidently I'm too fucking picky e.e I whip my hair back and forth Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 9 HAK: 8 SEI: 9 BUK: 8 HOH: 12 Inserting my fist into my spunk dungeon got me spattering flange custard faster than a greased weasel shit. Some girls are happy just to stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a squash in my kipper dinghy and an egg timer up my turd-herder. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like a rabid baboon's arse, and I was no different! My cake hole was so full of one-eyed milkman and Da Vinci load, the baby gravy was seeping down my chin and onto my breasticles. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his bald avenger shoved deeper into my vintage golf bag.
My cake hole was so full of skeleton king and baby gravy, the baby gravy was dribbling down my chin and onto my tatas. He munched on my roast beef platter, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. I can't wait to devour the ectoplasm from his mutton dagger. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's lunchmeat looking like that bathroom door in The Shining, and I was no different! When he removed his spunk-filled spam rocket from my soft tight anus, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the toilet twinkie off his wensleydale wand.
Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his one-eyed monster slid deeper into my other vagina. Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his turgid terror truncheon made my spaff weep like a George Foreman grill. The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle thrusting my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. My penis pothole was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. After having my south mouth pounded, he then proceeded to thrust my marmite motorway.
Words: ### || Notes:words yo
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