Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his flesh gordon made my shrimp sap leak like a leaky tap. Inserting an antique doorknob into my clearing in the woods got me spouting flange custard faster than a greased weasel ♥♥♥♥. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ of my poo pipe was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his mutton dagger deep in my other vagina. By now, my south mouth was haemorrhaging like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. My south mouth was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer.