The real struggle
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Got this off of facebook. Which means there's a good chance that this has been here a good number of times.
Now, weird description time.
The mixture of Mr. Hanky and penis pudding in my poop chute created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. By now, my vaginal bacon buffet was dripping like a leaky tap. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's vertical garden looking like a motorway pileup, and I was no different! Some girls are happy just to stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my slime hole and a number of chillies up my poo pipe. He pitched a giant sewer trout on my top bollocks just so he could gobble it up like a hungry hungry hippo.
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