The pounding of my fart valve was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his womb ferret deep in my puckered brown eye. When he removed his vein cane from my poop chute, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the stink pickle off his bald-headed yogurt slinger. Inserting a number of chillies into my cod cave got me spritzing vertical moisture faster than greased ♥♥♥♥ off a shiny shovel. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his love lollipop slid deeper into my Oxo orifice. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his Ocean's 11 Inches made my ♥♥♥♥♥ batter slime like a slavering dog.