[url]http://www.fiftyshadesgenerator.com/[/url]
What I got:
[QUOTE]I awoke the next morning with my moose knuckle still salivating. I thought it was over but his cervix cigar had other ideas. The plowing of my ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his two amigos joining his tallywacker deep in my black hole. There was ectoplasm dripping from his all-beef thermometer and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. When he removed his cunt stretcher from my cocoa channel, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the hardened fudge nugget off his balony pony. The mixture of colon cobra and cock snot in my balloon knot created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of.[/QUOTE]
This is gold.
When he removed his clunger from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the hardened fudge nugget off his master of ceremonies. It was bliss having his greasy slimelight shoved inside me again; stuffing my chlamydia canal with a gerbil just didn't get my stench trench splurging like it used to. He munched on my lunchmeat, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his piss pipe made my sex wee slime like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. My chamber of squelch was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
[quote]After having my enchilada of love thrusted, he then proceeded to hammer my cocoa channel. The unrelenting orgasms from his all-beef thermometer hammering my carp cavity made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. The hammering makes me squirt my sex wee all over his cheese-crusted cock. I can't wait to chow down on the love piss from his bald-headed yogurt slinger. By now, my hot pocket was salivating like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker.[/quote]
[quote]“The unrelenting orgasms from his spam dagger plowing my bearded haddock pasty made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. I can't wait to chow down on the man fat from his love lollipop. When he removed his love lollipop from my mavis fritter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the sewer trout off his cervix cigar. With my flappy meal now much like a hippo's yawn, he thought it was time to start stuffing my turd cutter. Is now the time to tell him I really need to crown a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? There was baby gravy seeping from his bald-headed yogurt slinger and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more.[/quote]
hahahah
"I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco" killed me
Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cumtree shoved deeper into my brown mile. There was ectoplasm foaming from his greasy kebab skewer and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more. It was bliss having his purple beaver buster slid inside me again; stuffing my hot pocket with a footlong fudge bullet just didn't get my furry cup spraying like it used to. He blasted a giant stink pickle on my fiery biscuits just so he could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The slamming of my rusty bullet hole was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his Vince cable deep in my cocoa channel.
By now, my kipper dinghy was haemorrhaging like a broken coffee maker. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers looking like a darts team's goalkeeper, and I was no different! Within no time, I could feel the shitty ectoplasm weeping from my cocoa channel and all over my sugared almond. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his chorizo howitzer made my clunge gunge slime like a slug in a salt mine. I awoke the next morning with my hairy spunk dungeon still seeping. I thought it was over but his piss pipe had other ideas.
I can't wait to gobble the cock snot from his devil's bagpipe. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his thrill drill made my tuna tunnel tears slobber like a slavering dog. By now, my carp cavity was slobbering like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. My carp cavity was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. With his brie baton plowing deep into my sperm socket, the sensation of his bald-headed yogurt slinger smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.
[quote]There was penis pudding slobbering from his cunt stretcher and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his master of ceremonies rammed deeper into my other vagina. The feeling of his love piss weeping down my throat got my beige slime flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. I can't wait to consume the love piss from his love lollipop. The pounding of my soft tight anus was so vigorous, he soon found his jingle-jangle jewellery joining his greasy slimelight deep in my rusty sherif's badge.[/quote]
I can't help but notice how "sheriff" is misspelled.
this owns so hard
[quote] He munched on my meaty hangers, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. Within no time, I could feel the shitty creamy load foaming from my fart valve and all over my vertical smile.[/quote]
"fart valve" lmao
“There was cock custard foaming from his spam javelin and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. My throat was so full of master of ceremonies and love piss, the man fat was seeping down my chin and onto my boobage. The unrelenting orgasms from his gristle missile thrusting my smush mitten made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. I awoke the next morning with my gammon alley still dribbling. I thought it was over but his throbbing quim dagger had other ideas. The mixture of footlong fudge bullet and creamy load in my brown mile created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.”
[quote=Fifty Shades of Gray]The mixture of colon cobra and ectoplasm in my shit winker created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. I awoke the next morning with my calamari cockring still slobbering. I thought it was over but his stilton spear had other ideas. Within no time, I could feel the shitty magician's wax flowing from my [B]rusty bullet hole[/B] and all over my open-faced ham sandwich. I can't wait to devour the love piss from his chorizo howitzer. When he removed his tenderloin truncheon from my turd-herder, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the colon cobra off his chubstep.[/quote]
I get an achievement
It was bliss having his timed slimer plunged inside me again; stuffing my soft-shelled tuna taco with a barbie doll just didn't get my clam-flavoured pothole pouring like it used to. The fucking makes me spout my flange custard all over his huge penis. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus probed deeper into my fart valve. My ladytown was trembling like a rat on acid. My throat was so full of throbbing quim dagger and man fat, the Da Vinci load was haemorrhaging down my chin and onto my love bubbles.
This Slimer?
[IMG]http://images.wikia.com/ghostbusters/images/2/2f/Slimer.jpg[/IMG]
"flesh gordon"
"vertical smile"
I'm learning so many euphemisms for genitalia I never though existed
[quote]When he removed his tallywacker from my soft tight anus, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the colon cobra off his huge penis. He munched on my hairy goblet, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best part of a week. My mouth was so full of muffbuster and cock snot, the love piss was foaming down my chin and onto my fiery biscuits. My south mouth was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. With his trouser bowser thrusting deep into my carp cavity, the sensation of his spam dagger smashing my cervix made me quiver like jelly.[/quote]
This site is officially the greatest thing ever.
The unrelenting orgasms from his chorizo howitzer fucking my sperm socket made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. By now, my enchilada of love was draining like a rabid dog. I can't wait to devour the man fat from his cream reaper. The thrusting makes me flood my fallopian fish stock all over his cream reaper. My south mouth was trembling like a rat on acid.
“After having my pink velvet sausage wallet fucked, he then proceeded to pound my chocolate starfish. Inserting my fist into my cum dumpster got me flooding sex wee faster than a greased weasel shit. The mixture of toilet twinkie and love piss in my shit winker created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. It was bliss having his wensleydale wand probed inside me again; stuffing my clearing in the woods with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my clam-flavoured pothole flowing like it used to. The hammering makes me gush my sex wee all over his blind butler.”
With his cream reaper plowing deep into my shame portal, the sensation of his love muscle smashing my cervix made me quake like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. The unrelenting orgasms from his one-eyed monster hammering my municipal cockwash made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. The pounding makes me spit my clunge gunge all over his spam javelin. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. When he removed his purple beaver buster from my turd cutter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the corn-eyed butt snake off his stilton sword.
There was man fat foaming from his blind butler and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. It was bliss having his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon slid inside me again; stuffing my split peach with an egg timer just didn't get my gammon alley surging like it used to. When he removed his disco stick from my oxo orifice, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the butt nugget off his balony pony. The plowing of my fart valve was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser conkors joining his one-eyed milkman deep in my rusty sherif's badge. Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's velcro triangle looking like Pete Burns' lips, and I was no different!
The feeling of his man fat dribbling down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like an over inflated dinghy, and I was no different! He extruded a giant Mr. Hanky on my boobage just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. Within no time, I could feel the shitty penis pudding leaching from my brown mile and all over my beef curtains. I awoke the next morning with my wunder down under still draining. I thought it was over but his master of ceremonies had other ideas.
Holy shit.
“It was bliss having his disco stick stuffed inside me again; stuffing my chlamydia canal with an egg timer just didn't get my cum dumpster flooding like it used to. Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat salivating from my brown eye and all over my beef curtains. The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his cunt plunger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. With my purple cabbage now much like a gutted trout, he thought it was time to start shoving my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I really need to launch a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? He dropped a giant toilet twinkie on my chest puppies just so he could suck it up like a bulldog eating porridge.
Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my cum dumpster got me spraying minge monsoon faster than snot off a whip. The fucking of my brown eye was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his ample cock deep in my old dirt road. When he removed his cervix cigar from my rusty sherif's badge, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the footlong fudge bullet off his stilton spear. My sperm socket was trembling like a rat on acid. By now, my salmon slit was salivating like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home.
"Inserting a barbie doll into my birth cannon got me spritzing clunge gunge faster than a greased weasel shit. He munched on my roast beef platter, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. There was cock snot salivating from his bald-headed yogurt slinger and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. My cod crater was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. I can't wait to gobble the penis pudding from his clunger."
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wat
After having my salmon slit plowed, he then proceeded to fuck my ring piece. The unrelenting orgasms from his wensleydale wand pounding my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. My throat was so full of one-eyed milkman and ectoplasm, the penis pudding was seeping down my chin and onto my rack. The hammering makes me pour my spaff all over his devil's bagpipe. By now, my chlamydia canal was foaming like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls.
[editline]21st August 2012[/editline]
chlamydia canal
[editline]21st August 2012[/editline]
[quote]The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his trouser bowser soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The thrusting makes me gush my fallopian fish stock all over his timed slimer. He blasted a giant colon cobra on my sweater puppies just so he could chow down on it up like a pig at a trough. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like a rabid baboon's arse, and I was no different! The mixture of Mr. Hanky and magician's wax in my soft tight anus created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.[/quote]
[QUOTE]With his love lollipop fucking deep into my gaping slime hole, the sensation of his muffbuster smashing my cervix made me quake like a shitting dog. He rolled a giant Mr. Hanky on my top bollocks just so he could gobble it up like a pig at a trough. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his cumtree made my minge monsoon haemorrhage like a rabid dog. The hammering makes me gush my shrimp sap all over his clunger. The mixture of colon cobra and steamin' semen in my poop chute created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.[/QUOTE]
"The sensation of his muffbuster smashing my cervix made me quake like a shitting dog."
Sweet Jesus.
Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his womb raider made my tuna tunnel tears flow like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. When he removed his bald avenger from my cocoa channel, he was pleasantly surprised to see a hardened fudge nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the sewer trout off his skin flute. My quivering mound of love pudding was trembling like a rat on acid. The plowing of my black hole was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his skeleton king deep in my rusty bullet hole. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's swollen budgie's tongue looking like a ripped out fireplace, and I was no different!
Hardened fudge nugget.
Staring. back. at him.
"My ladytown was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. The unrelenting orgasms from his spam dagger pounding my carp cavity made me come so hard, I began sweating like a blind lesbian in a fish shop. With his battering ram thrusting deep into my gashtray, the sensation of his all-beef thermometer smashing my cervix made me quake like a rat on acid. The slamming makes me surge my clunge gunge all over his brie baton. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his giggle stick probed deeper into my chocolate starfish."
I was hooked from the first sentence.
It was bliss having his throbbing quim dagger rammed inside me again; stuffing my clunge pool with a gerbil just didn't get my sperm socket spraying like it used to. The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt stretcher hammering my hatchet wound made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. When he removed his tallywacker from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the butt nugget off his battering ram. He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been up on bricks for the best part of a week. My throat was so full of stilton spear and man fat, the love mayonnaise was dribbling down my chin and onto my top bollocks.
This shit makes me horny
“ By now, my tampon tunnel was draining like a leaky tap. Within no time, I could feel the shitty cock custard foaming from my marmite motorway and all over my lunchmeat. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cheese-crusted cock slid deeper into my ring piece. I can't wait to devour the cock snot from his greasy kebab skewer. My gaping clam cavern was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. ”
"marmite motorway", "clam cavern"
“Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator into my penis pothole got me spraying vertical moisture faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He crowned a giant footlong fudge bullet on my fiery biscuits just so he could lap it up like a pig at a trough. It was bliss having his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon slid inside me again; stuffing my cod canyon with a barbie doll just didn't get my bearded haddock pasty splurging like it used to. I awoke the next morning with my Quimcy, M.E. still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his bald avenger had other ideas. The slamming makes me spray my clunge gunge all over his cream reaper.”
:suicide:
The unrelenting orgasms from his tenderloin truncheon fucking my cum dumpster made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. I awoke the next morning with my penis pothole still slobbering. I thought it was over but his long-dong silver had other ideas. The hammering makes me flood my minge mucus all over his love muscle. By now, my hot pocket was seeping like a broken fridge freezer. It was bliss having his long-dong silver slid inside me again; stuffing my pink velvet sausage wallet with a lightbulb just didn't get my enchilada of love flowing like it used to.
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