• Fifty Shades of Gray Generator
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I don't understand why this book sold so well, the writing is actually painful to look at.
He munched on my clap flaps, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like Terry Waite's allotment, and I was no different! With my bald man in a boat now much like the south end of a badger going north, he thought it was time to start ramming my soft tight anus. Is now the time to tell him I really need to curl a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? After having my kipper dinghy slammed, he then proceeded to plow my marmite motorway. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his muffbuster probed deeper into my turd cutter.
[QUOTE]The feeling of his cock snot weeping down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise frothing from my turd-herder and all over my meaty hangers. The mixture of sewer trout and penis pudding in my poop chute created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. My kipper dinghy was trembling like a shitting dog. With my swollen budgie's tongue now much like Terry Waite's allotment, he thought it was time to start probing my rusty sherif's badge. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a sewer trout, I wondered?[/QUOTE] hahaha, "rectoplasm"
Inserting a footlong fudge bullet into my penis pothole got me flowing flange custard faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The fucking makes me flow my spaff all over his stilton spear. The thrusting of my other vagina was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser conkors joining his veiny quim prod deep in my other vagina. He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd been up on bricks for the best part of a week. The unrelenting orgasms from his muffbuster fucking my shamevelope made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church.
[quote]The thrusting makes me gush my minge monsoon all over his love muscle. By now, my enchilada of love was salivating like a jizz waterfall. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his throbbing quim dagger made my spaff flow like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. My mouth was so full of tenderloin truncheon and man fat, the steamin' semen was salivating down my chin and onto my boobage. The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his washington monument soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.[/quote] steamin' semen'
[QUOTE]Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat oozing from my black hole and all over my panty hamster. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's open-faced ham sandwich looking like a stamped bat, and I was no different! After having my gaping clam cavern pounded, he then proceeded to slam my mud flap. The fucking makes me spritz my clunge gunge all over his trouser bowser. By now, my vaginal bacon buffet was haemorrhaging like a broken fridge freezer.[/QUOTE]
What's funny is that this stuff is probably only slightly exaggerated compared to the actual book
The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and love piss in my mavis fritter created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. After having my gaping clam cavern fucked, he then proceeded to hammer my cocoa channel. With his one-eyed milkman thrusting deep into my oyster ditch, the sensation of his ample cock smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. I awoke the next morning with my moose knuckle still weeping. I thought it was over but his stilton spear had other ideas. The plowing of my cocoa channel was so vigorous, he soon found his love spuds joining his tenderloin truncheon deep in my balloon knot. WUT EDIT: Inserting a number of chillies into my gaping clam cavern got me spraying pussy batter faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his spam dagger made my sex wee leach like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. My kipper dinghy was trembling like jelly. The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle fucking my vaginal bacon buffet made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's sugared almond looking like a motorway pileup, and I was no different! This is hillarious
There was cock custard dribbling from his battering ram and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. I can't wait to lap the magician's wax from his stilton sword. The seemingly never-ending streams of creamy load emanating from his ramrod soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Within no time, I could feel the shitty steamin' semen dribbling from my mud flap and all over my piss flaps. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his cunt stretcher made my beige slime leach like a hungry pig at a trough.
Inserting a lightbulb into my cock holster got me pouring shrimp sap faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. By now, my carp cavity was foaming like a slug in a salt mine. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like a werewolf with it's throat cut, and I was no different! The seemingly never-ending streams of penis pudding emanating from his meaty member soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My cod canyon was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Omg what.
“Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his muffbuster made my fallopian fish stock weep like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. By now, my enchilada of love was trickling like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. When he removed his chorizo howitzer from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the hardened fudge nugget off his vein cane. After having my depravity cavity fucked, he then proceeded to thrust my poop chute. The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his wensleydale wand soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Who doesn't like a good cavity fuck now and then?
Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his one-eyed monster made my vertical moisture slime like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. By now, my gashtray was seeping like a leaky tap. The seemingly never-ending streams of magician's wax emanating from his all-beef thermometer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My enchilada of love was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. With my furburger now much like that bathroom door in The Shining, he thought it was time to start ramming my other vagina. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a hardened fudge nugget, I wondered? [editline]24th August 2012[/editline] Same as the above user.
Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his gristle missile made my vertical moisture froth like a slavering dog. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock snot emanating from his all-beef thermometer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My cake hole was so full of love muscle and baby gravy, the creamy load was dribbling down my chin and onto my top bollocks. I awoke the next morning with my south mouth still salivating. I thought it was over but his vein cane had other ideas. He munched on my clap flaps, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week.”
“The fucking makes me splurge my vertical moisture all over his timed slimer. The unrelenting orgasms from his skeleton king fucking my carp cavity made me come so hard, I began sweating like a pregnant nun. By now, my gashtray was dripping like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker. It was bliss having his love lollipop rammed inside me again; stuffing my carp cavity with a number of chillies just didn't get my enchilada of love flooding like it used to. My cake hole was so full of chubstep and Da Vinci load, the ectoplasm was slobbering down my chin and onto my chest puppies.
The fucking makes me surge my sex wee all over his chorizo howitzer. The unrelenting orgasms from his womb raider slamming my chlamydia canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. After having my south mouth hammered, he then proceeded to thrust my ring piece. My whispering eye was trembling like a shitting dog. I can't wait to chow down on the love piss from his cervix cigar. Well...
The mixture of toilet twinkie and ectoplasm in my marmite motorway created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's purple cabbage looking like a twisted slipper, and I was no different! I can't wait to devour the cock snot from his sperminator. By now, my gaping slime hole was frothing like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home. The unrelenting orgasms from his spam dagger hammering my depravity cavity made me come so hard, I began sweating like a pregnant nun.
Inserting my fist into my chlamydia canal got me surging flange custard faster than a greased weasel shit. By now, my cum dumpster was leaching like a slavering dog. The unrelenting orgasms from his long-dong silver fucking my municipal cockwash made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. The fucking of my brown mile was so vigorous, he soon found his scroto baggins joining his cunt stretcher deep in my fart valve. He munched on my fishy flaps, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week.
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