Fifty Shades Generator
My split peach was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The hammering makes me surge my tuna tunnel tears all over his ocean's 11 inches. I can't wait to devour the ectoplasm from his spunk-filled spam rocket. He curled a giant sewer trout on my superdroopers just so he could lap it up like a pig at a trough. Inserting a squash into my quim got me spritzing minge mucus faster than snot off a whip.
