A man and his hobby
Found this browsing the internet searching for Riven pics... for.... science.
Also, another weird description time:
If I don't fish for pearls to get my sex wee trickling from my front bum, his cervix cigar is going to leave my panty hamster resembling a horse's collar. My cod crater was trembling like a rat on acid. The slamming makes me flood my vertical moisture all over his mutton dagger. With his long-dong silver plowing deep into my gashtray, the sensation of his master of ceremonies smashing my cervix made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator into my soft-shelled tuna taco got me splurging fallopian fish stock faster than a greased weasel **** .
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