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Post by Hyun Miyano on Jul 20, 2013 8:11:24 GMT -5
This has liek... no color in it XD and the bottom kept on messin up XD boo. I likes it, and shall now use this shizz for true form XD [atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width:420px; background-color: #000000; padding: 2px;,bTable] | ♥ This is Sin ♥ |
[/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=Valign,top] Words 99 Stats 1 2 3 4 5 6 Notes whatever i liek [/td] [td] With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a clown's pocket, he thought it was time to start plunging my fudge factory. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my hatchet wound and a 9-iron up my shit winker. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his bald avenger slid deeper into my brown eye. By now, my herring hole was frothing like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. When he removed his blind butler from my marmite motorway, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the hardened fudge nugget off his stilton sword.
Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my split peach and an egg timer up my balloon knot. My cake hole was so full of tenderloin truncheon and steamin' semen, the love piss was frothing down my chin and onto my rack. If I don't buff the muff to get my vertical moisture dripping from my gashtray, his Vince cable is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a motorway pileup. There was cock snot trickling from his cervix cigar and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. Inserting a 9-iron into my ground zero grotto got me spattering fallopian fish stock faster than snot off a whip. [/td][/tr] [/table] [/center]
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Post by Miruna Radomira on Jul 21, 2013 18:06:34 GMT -5
This took for-fucking-ever XD Sexy and I know it The unrelenting orgasms from his spam dagger slamming my cod canyon made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. When he removed his wensleydale wand from my other vagina, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the colon cobra off his devil's bagpipe. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his one-eyed milkman shoved deeper into my balloon knot. With his washington monument raiding deep into my fuck gutter, the sensation of his greasy kebab skewer smashing my cervix made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. My ladytown was trembling like a rat on acid.
The mixture of butt nugget and creamy load in my fudge factory created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. My clam-flavoured pothole was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his spam javelin soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his jebend made my fallopian fish stock slime like a rabid dog. I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his sperminator had other ideas.
The mixture of footlong fudge bullet and love mayonnaise in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his bald avenger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Inserting my fist into my meat purse got me spouting spaff faster than a greased weasel shit. My cake hole was so full of flesh gordon and love mayonnaise, the magician's wax was flowing down my chin and onto my top bollocks. The unrelenting orgasms from his skin flute raiding my slime hole made me come so hard, I began sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. Stats: HAN: 12 REI: 6 HAK: 12 SEI: 6 BUK: 9 HOH: 10 Words: 9999
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Post by Alestar Carson on Aug 4, 2013 21:35:01 GMT -5
Matryoshka 1 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. Matryoshka 2... Personally like this one better XD 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.
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Post by Aika Hikaru on Sept 8, 2013 21:30:43 GMT -5
Now that it's finished, i think it looks beautiful O: Others may disagree, but man... so pretty. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000;] I'm breaking in, Shaking up
Then Checking Out On The Prison Bus
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.
With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a clown's pocket, he thought it was time to start plunging my fudge factory. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a corn-eyed butt snake, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my hatchet wound and a 9-iron up my shit winker. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his bald avenger slid deeper into my brown eye. By now, my herring hole was frothing like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. When he removed his blind butler from my marmite motorway, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the hardened fudge nugget off his stilton sword.
Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my split peach and an egg timer up my balloon knot. My cake hole was so full of tenderloin truncheon and steamin' semen, the love piss was frothing down my chin and onto my rack. If I don't buff the muff to get my vertical moisture dripping from my gashtray, his Vince cable is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a motorway pileup. There was cock snot trickling from his cervix cigar and I was wetter than a bathmaid's elbow. We were ready for more. Inserting a 9-iron into my ground zero grotto got me spattering fallopian fish stock faster than snot off a whip. | [atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000;]
I raise my flags, dye my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose Words: 666
Stats: han: 9 rei: 9 hak: 7 sei: 8 buk: 8 hoh: 9
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 15, 2013 22:34:32 GMT -5
Still working things out with hovers. Idek what i'm doing. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace My cake hole was so full of ramrod and baby gravy, the gentleman's relish was slobbering down my chin and onto my twin peaks. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and man fat in my rusty sherif's badge created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my vertical moisture foaming from my soft-shelled tuna taco, his blind butler is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a bucket of smashed crabs. By now, my south mouth was dripping like a jizz waterfall. I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still dripping. I thought it was over but his Nelson's Column had other ideas.
My birth cannon was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. I can't wait to consume the magician's wax from his sperminator. I awoke the next morning with my cod cave still trickling. I thought it was over but his piss pipe had other ideas. The feeling of his baby gravy dribbling down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. There was love mayonnaise dribbling from his love muscle and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more.
Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like a stamped bat, and I was no different! Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his purple beaver buster probed deeper into my Mavis Fritter. The seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his slut slayer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. I can't wait to lap the cock custard from his balony pony. There was man fat flowing from his jebend and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more.
| [atrb=Valign,top]Stats: HAN: 18 (+2) REI: 15 HAK: 14 (+2) SEI: 18 (+2) BUK: 12 (+2, +1) HOH: 13 (+2, +1) |
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Post by Li-Li Fenfang on Sept 16, 2013 11:53:00 GMT -5
Yeah. This is an edit of Yori's template. So what. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px;] My cake hole was so full of ramrod and baby gravy, the gentleman's relish was slobbering down my chin and onto my twin peaks. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and man fat in my rusty sherif's badge created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my vertical moisture foaming from my soft-shelled tuna taco, his blind butler is going to leave my flappy meal resembling a bucket of smashed crabs. By now, my south mouth was dripping like a jizz waterfall. I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still dripping. I thought it was over but his Nelson's Column had other ideas.
My birth cannon was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. I can't wait to consume the magician's wax from his sperminator. I awoke the next morning with my cod cave still trickling. I thought it was over but his piss pipe had other ideas. The feeling of his baby gravy dribbling down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. There was love mayonnaise dribbling from his love muscle and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more.
The unrelenting orgasms from his spunk-filled spam rocket pounding my soft-shelled tuna taco made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. My gashtray was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Inserting an antique doorknob into my frilling pink golf bag got me flowing fallopian fish stock faster than a greased weasel shit. By now, my tuna canal was leaching like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. He munched on my vertical garden, even though I'd been up on bricks for the best part of a week.
Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like a stamped bat, and I was no different! Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his purple beaver buster probed deeper into my Mavis Fritter. The seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his slut slayer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. I can't wait to lap the cock custard from his balony pony. There was man fat flowing from his jebend and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more.
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Sept 16, 2013 20:52:13 GMT -5
Dumping this in here. Yeah my template dump and creation thingy are the same place. Sue me for it, whores! Prince shnell black cossack kentucky tavern cuba libre craigellachie johnny walker black dalwhinnie. Creamsicle 20th century strega caipirinha mickey slim, "cosmopolitan cape cod, orange tundra," four horsemen fleischmann's, chivas regal glenburgie black cossack quentão, "gordon's knockando." Champagne cocktail creamsicle white russian springbank, cherry herring gin fizz craigellachie. Cointreau teaninich, monte alban brackla bengal; glenfiddich panama glenlivet glendronach amaretto sour french 75 moscow mule martini auchroisk pall mall. Oban kirsch long island iced tea, pegu crown royal talisker chartreuse. Nikolaschka, chi-chi fleischmann's; four score, bumbo the blenheim; lorraine old grand dad tequila sunrise, spanish coffee.
Prince shnell black cossack kentucky tavern cuba libre craigellachie johnny walker black dalwhinnie. Creamsicle 20th century strega caipirinha mickey slim, "cosmopolitan cape cod, orange tundra," four horsemen fleischmann's, chivas regal glenburgie black cossack quentão, "gordon's knockando." Champagne cocktail creamsicle white russian springbank, cherry herring gin fizz craigellachie. Cointreau teaninich, monte alban brackla bengal; glenfiddich panama glenlivet glendronach amaretto sour french 75 moscow mule martini auchroisk pall mall. Oban kirsch long island iced tea, pegu crown royal talisker chartreuse. Nikolaschka, chi-chi fleischmann's; four score, bumbo the blenheim; lorraine old grand dad tequila sunrise, spanish coffee.
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 18, 2013 23:01:20 GMT -5
I am a classy rapist... But like.. most complicated thing i've ever made.. which is sad XD I will prrrrrrobably edit this a bit more, [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 300px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/drEJ7bV.jpg); border: solid 2px #000000;][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 300px; border: solid 2px #000000;] Where do we go from here?
If I don't fluff the muff to get my pussy batter weeping from my spunk dungeon, his love muscle is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a manatee in yoga pants. I awoke the next morning with my hatchet wound still sliming. I thought it was over but his one-eyed monster had other ideas. Some girls are happy just to finger blast when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my calamari cockring and a gerbil up my brown mile. Inserting an egg timer into my bearded haddock pasty got me squirting pussy batter faster than snot off a whip. By now, my kipper dinghy was foaming like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home.
My south mouth was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Hours of raiding like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like Pete Burns' lips, and I was no different! When he removed his greasy slimelight from my vintage golf bag, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the corn-eyed butt snake off his batter blaster. By now, my vibration station was foaming like a jizz waterfall. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and love piss in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.
Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his flesh gordon made my tuna tunnel tears drip like a broken coffee maker. It was bliss having his cumtree plunged inside me again; stuffing my enchilada of love with my fist just didn't get my ladytown gushing like it used to. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise dribbling from my tradesman's entrance and all over my roast beef platter. With my vertical garden now much like John Wayne's saddlebags, he thought it was time to start plunging my poop chute. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my furry cup and a number of chillies up my mud flap.
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 19, 2013 16:59:12 GMT -5
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Post by Berlin Chlotichilda on Sept 20, 2013 0:16:19 GMT -5
Well, I like it. All that matters XD [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, height: 380px; width: 100px; background: url(http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/40000/nahled/blue-check-pattern-background.jpg); border-left: dotted 4px #01A5BA; border-top: solid 4px #01A5BA; padding-top: 5px;" ][atrb=Valign,top] Tags: Apples, Bananas, and an orange slut Notes: Run run fast as you can. | [atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; height: 380px; background-color: #ffffff; border-top: solid 4px #01A5BA;] To Cure The World ♥ By now, my split peach was weeping like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight of his womb raider made my tuna tunnel tears trickle like a hungry pig at a trough. Inserting a barbie doll into my stench trench got me surging beige slime faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his greasy kebab skewer slid deeper into my old dirt road. The feeling of his Da Vinci load trickling down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit.
By now, my meat purse was draining like a leaky tap. I can't wait to gobble the Da Vinci load from his spunk-filled spam rocket. It was bliss having his tallywacker probed inside me again; stuffing my chamber of squelch with an egg timer just didn't get my gaping clam cavern gushing like it used to. The feeling of his magician's wax weeping down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Some girls are happy just to play the clitar when they're alone, but I can't get off without having my fist in my birth cannon and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my fart valve.
Words: Stats: han: 14 rei:13 hak: 14 sei: 15 buk:14 hoh: 13 |
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Post by Ni Davke on Sept 23, 2013 13:25:10 GMT -5
Dumping this in here. [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable] FOREVER HERES TO EVERYTHING COMING TO NOTHING
| [atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye. And we caught onto something, I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding, 'cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down? We almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened, please tell me? 'cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door. And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone, Cause I was there when you said forever and always.
And we caught onto something, I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding, 'cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down? We almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened, please tell me? 'cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door. And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone, Cause I was there when you said forever and always.
Were you just kidding, 'cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down? We almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened, please tell me? 'cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door. And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone, Cause I was there when you said forever and always.
We almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened, please tell me? 'cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door. And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone, Cause I was there when you said forever and always.
Cause I was there when you said forever and always.
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Post by Yori Tamotsu on Sept 29, 2013 12:34:19 GMT -5
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Sept 29, 2013 19:06:24 GMT -5
Working on it over time. Will probably fix it when I get on chrome cause the margins are prolly all fucked cause I did this on my phone xD [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:340px; border-bottom: 4px double #000000; border-left: 4px double #000000;][atrb=Valign,bottom] He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. With my furburger now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start stuffing my chocolate starfish. Is now the time to tell him I really need to roll a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? By now, my clam-flavoured pothole was seeping like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his clunger made my beige slime weep like a slavering dog. I can't wait to gobble the love mayonnaise from his love lollipop.
Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my slime hole and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my fart valve. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his skeleton king rammed deeper into my old dirt road. When he removed his chubstep from my Mavis Fritter, 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 butt nugget off his huge penis. He pinched off a giant toilet twinkie on my love bubbles just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. If I don't fish for pearls to get my shrimp sap dribbling from my quim, his cunt stretcher is going to leave my hairy goblet resembling a ripped out fireplace. Some fancy Ass Words Here |
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Oct 2, 2013 14:11:05 GMT -5
Ehhh. I like eht. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:300px; border-bottom: 4px double #000000; border-left: 4px double #000000;][atrb=Valign,bottom] WORDS: --- TAGS: -- STATS: han: 19 rei: 19 hak: 15 sei: 20 buk: 15 hoh: 10
He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. With my furburger now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start stuffing my chocolate starfish. Is now the time to tell him I really need to roll a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? By now, my clam-flavoured pothole was seeping like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his clunger made my beige slime weep like a slavering dog. I can't wait to gobble the love mayonnaise from his love lollipop.
Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my slime hole and a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster up my fart valve. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his skeleton king rammed deeper into my old dirt road. When he removed his chubstep from my Mavis Fritter, 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 butt nugget off his huge penis. He pinched off a giant toilet twinkie on my love bubbles just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. If I don't fish for pearls to get my shrimp sap dribbling from my quim, his cunt stretcher is going to leave my hairy goblet resembling a ripped out fireplace. Until Tomorrow's Light Shines |
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Post by Alestar Carson on Oct 2, 2013 17:22:28 GMT -5
Because i wanted to use this for something. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 310px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/1yj1mgL.jpg); border: solid 2px #000000;][atrb=Valign,top] If I don't fluff the muff to get my pussy batter weeping from my spunk dungeon, his love muscle is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a manatee in yoga pants. I awoke the next morning with my hatchet wound still sliming. I thought it was over but his one-eyed monster had other ideas. Some girls are happy just to finger blast when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my calamari cockring and a gerbil up my brown mile. Inserting an egg timer into my bearded haddock pasty got me squirting pussy batter faster than snot off a whip. By now, my kipper dinghy was foaming like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home.
My south mouth was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Hours of raiding like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like Pete Burns' lips, and I was no different! When he removed his greasy slimelight from my vintage golf bag, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the corn-eyed butt snake off his batter blaster. By now, my vibration station was foaming like a jizz waterfall. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and love piss in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.
Now, I've seen more japseyes than an oriental optician, but the sight of his flesh gordon made my tuna tunnel tears drip like a broken coffee maker. It was bliss having his cumtree plunged inside me again; stuffing my enchilada of love with my fist just didn't get my ladytown gushing like it used to. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise dribbling from my tradesman's entrance and all over my roast beef platter. With my vertical garden now much like John Wayne's saddlebags, he thought it was time to start plunging my poop chute. Is now the time to tell him I really need to drop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my furry cup and a number of chillies up my mud flap.
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