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When he removed his muffbuster from my rusty bullet hole, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the sewer trout off his veiny quim prod. My throat was so full of stilton spear and ♥♥♥♥ snot, the creamy load was sliming down my chin and onto my tatas. I awoke the next morning with my birth cannon still trickling. I thought it was over but his spunk-filled spam rocket had other ideas. With his tallywacker raiding deep into my pink velvet sausage wallet, the sensation of his giggle stick smashing my cervix made me quiver like a rat on acid. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ makes me eject my tuna tunnel tears all over his purple beaver buster.
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