He buttered up his veiny prong and, kneading at the chip-chop hamflaps of her swollen poonanny with his meaty monkey paws, slid it lovingly into the darkening deep of her sweet Georgia brown.
Post #4
July 16, 2008 · 2 Comments
Categories: Dirt Bikin'
Tagged: edgy, funk narst, sad, true grit, wet teddy
2 responses so far ↓
Areola Clabbercrust // July 17, 2008 at 2:46 am
My name is Areola Clabber and I’ll breastfeed your feet today (Wednesday) if you’ll agree to lick the ripened clabber off my unwashed areolas next Tuesday. It’ll be tangy, so bring some Tang. We’ll make a cheesy creamy dreamsicle.
babysfirstkiss // July 18, 2008 at 12:43 am
Ooo yucky!