Fact Comp
I can't wait to lap the man fat from his spam javelin. Some girls are happy just to tune the tuna when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my stench trench and a 15" spiked vibrator up my tradesman's entrance. He munched on my lunchmeat, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his greasy kebab skewer probed deeper into my rusty sherif's badge. Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my shamevelope got me splurging minge monsoon faster than greased **** off a shiny shovel.
The , bug was caused by an actual bug
inside 'is)
In the tth cf September, 194?. when the machine was experiencing
problems, an ., " that there was 3. math trapped
between the paints cf Relay MD, in Panel g
P? 1' rast. twilite:. iitt. we Iar".
inside 'is)
In the tth cf September, 194?. when the machine was experiencing
problems, an ., " that there was 3. math trapped
between the paints cf Relay MD, in Panel g
P? 1' rast. twilite:. iitt. we Iar".
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