I felt your silky, but firm, cones against my **** after we had 99%
finished having a good time. “Pass the mustard gas,” I said sweetly
directly to you while you positioned your intra-uterine device better
than it had been positioned for 3 weeks. “It's been in a long time,” I
observed & then you told me to shut up or you'd ****** me deader
than 4 body bags full of old murdered people so I playfully bit your
3 **** 'cause you got a superfluous 1 just like your mama's got who's
starting college in September at Extra ****** College in Cleveland.
Remember when our grandmothers were born in gold mines before
Ravioli was invented? Back then we smoked ****** cigars like rich
students do, especially the freaks who **** extra *** at Extra ******
College & 'cause we were gay then without worry our **** hardened
in an awful hurry when we thought a lot about ****-******' stars: Cy
Kendall, Snitz Edwards, Dennis King & moronic Fred MacMurray.
“These shiny bullets ought to make you shut up. Play with them for
awhile,” the fat gun smith instructed while packing pink ******* for
a 2-week trip to Cleveland's Extra ****** College. “I never knew a
man like you,” the nipply girl said after her nip-******* college guy
fell over dead. “Don't worry, a 2-cup bra will support the extra 1 &
it's proven by 3-titted chicks who come a lot after only 6 minutes of
tonguing, so I beg you on my rug-burnt knees to continue plugging!