The raiding made me surge my shrimp sap all over his one-eyed monster. If I don't buff the muff to get my vertical moisture oozing from my clam-flavoured pothole, his greasy kebab skewer is going to leave my piss flaps resembling a bulldog in a windtunnel. After having my penis pothole slammed, he then proceeded to raid my mud flap. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his wensleydale wand stuffed deeper into my fart valve. By now, my frilling pink golf bag was haemorrhaging like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker.