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Month: February 2019

All things must end

He delved deep into her flanginal cavework, rooting around for a good place to deposit his spunk, finding one, unloading with a guttural growl, and then falling asleep on top of her before fouling himself just as he suffered a massive brain haemorrhage.

Posted on February 22, 2019February 22, 2019Categories All things nice, De stercus, Moving onTags depth, location, sleep, suffering

Gush to judgement

She rent open his ballbag, hoping that spunk would simply gush forth into the bowl, but instead finding nothing but blood and agonised screams.

Posted on February 21, 2019February 21, 2019Categories Hot meat, The good stuffTags agony, hope, rendition, simplicity

Simple pleasures

“Oh, God, yeah! YEAH!” she roared in exultation as more and more was stuffed into her gob. She really, really loved peanut butter.

Posted on February 18, 2019February 18, 2019Categories All things niceTags exultation, love, peanut butter

Retail therapy

“Uhhh!” he yelled, suddenly feeling spunk gushing through his wand and into his pants, a wet, shiny patch soon appearing on the front of his trousers and clarifying the situation to all the passing shoppers.

Posted on February 15, 2019February 15, 2019Categories The good stuffTags appearing, clarity, passing by, suddenness

Meat me in the middle

Julie was on the prowl. She was looking for meat. But she had had a steak already, so what gave? Ah, yes – she was looking for the kind of meat that fills the other ‘stomach’, i.e. the vaginal tract.

Posted on February 12, 2019February 12, 2019Categories Hot meatTags filling, having, looking, prowling
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