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.
Month: February 2019
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.
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.
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.
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.