Free The Dream's Thorn by Amy Woods Page A

mucus flowing from my municipal cockwash,
his tallywacker is going to leave my vertical smile resembling a blind
cobbler's thumb. My oyster ditch was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver.
Hours of raiding like this would leave any girl's vertical garden looking like
a clown's pocket, and I was no different! By now, my gaping clam cavern was
draining like a broken coffee maker. After having my frilling pink golf bag
slammed, he then proceeded to pound my brown mile. With his piss pipe slamming
deep into my fuck trench, the sensation of his tallywacker smashing my cervix
made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. He launched a giant
hardened fudge nugget on my cans just so he could suck it up like a bulldog
eating porridge. The feeling of his cock custard leaking down my throat got my
spaff flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The mixture of
hardened fudge nugget and steamin' semen in my ring piece created the delicious
rectal stew that he was so fond of. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the
floor was the least of my worries as his brie baton plunged deeper into my
puckered brown eye. The raiding of my fudge factory was so vigorous, he soon
found his love spuds joining his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon deep in my
balloon knot. He munched on my fishy flaps, even though I'd been riding the
cotton pony for the best part of a week. Inserting a barbie doll into my
calamari cockring got me surging tuna tunnel tears faster than greased shit off
a shiny shovel. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight
of his gristle missile made my minge mucus foam like Augustus Gloop's mouth at
the sight of Willy Wonka's chocolate river. The slamming makes me surge my
beige slime all over his spam javelin. When he removed his tenderloin truncheon
from my Mavis Fritter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge
nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the hardened fudge
nugget off his cheese-crusted cock. The unrelenting orgasms from his ramrod
raiding my chamber of squelch made me come so hard, I began sweating like a
pregnant nun.
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hammering of my black hole was so vigorous, he soon found his hairy walnuts
joining his jebend deep in my ring piece. Within no time, I could feel the
shitty cock custard flowing from my turd cutter and all over my purple cabbage.
The feeling of his steamin' semen weeping down my throat got my vertical
moisture flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. With my piss
flaps now much like the south end of a badger going north, he thought it was
time to start ramming my cocoa channel. Is now the time to tell him I really
need to roll a stink pickle, I wondered? The raiding makes me flow my vertical
moisture all over his blue-veined custard chucker. With his bald avenger
hammering deep into my ruby cave, the sensation of his washington monument
smashing my cervix made me quiver like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.
He dropped a giant Mr. Hanky on my breasticles just so he could consume it up
like a pig at a trough. I can't wait to consume the penis pudding from his
veiny quim prod. If I don't study english cliterature to get my vertical
moisture dribbling from my wunder down under, his clunger is going to leave my
furburger resembling Brian May's plughole. By now, my shamevelope was sliming
like a slavering dog. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the
least of my worries as his spam javelin slid deeper into my balloon knot. He munched
on my purple cabbage, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best
part of a week. Some girls are happy just to fish for pearls when they're
alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my split peach and an
antique doorknob up my brown eye. My cake hole was so full of jebend and penis
pudding, the creamy load was foaming down my chin and onto my rack. The mixture
of footlong fudge bullet and baby gravy in my rusty bullet hole created the
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