• Fifty Shades Generator aka Post Your Erotic Fiction
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[B]I awoke the next morning with my ground zero grotto still seeping. I thought it was over but his chubstep had other ideas. I can't wait to suck the penis pudding from his balony pony. After having my crusty fuck trench fucked, he then proceeded to thrust my ring piece. My cake hole was so full of chubstep and love mayonnaise, the cock snot was seeping down my chin and onto my top bollocks. The hammering of my mavis fritter was so vigorous, he soon found his man marbles joining his battering ram deep in my turd cutter.[/B] I don't understand anything anymore.
[b]“My vibrator crater was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. When he removed his wensleydale wand from my oxo orifice, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the toilet twinkie off his master of ceremonies. By now, my birth cannon was salivating like a broken fridge freezer. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's clap flaps looking like a motorway pileup, and I was no different! Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his battering ram plunged deeper into my turd-herder."[/b] My vibrator crater was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. haha what the fuck
There is not way the the book "50 Shades of Grey" can not be satirical or a comedy, otherwise you wouldn't have this.
[B]“The fucking makes me spray my tuna tunnel tears all over his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his timed slimer stuffed deeper into my fart valve. I can't wait to lap the penis pudding from his cream reaper. It was bliss having his tenderloin truncheon probed inside me again; stuffing my pink velvet sausage wallet with a cucumber just didn't get my chlamydia canal gushing like it used to. The seemingly never-ending streams of man fat emanating from his cheese-crusted cock soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.” [/B] I'm kinda moist now.
"as he plunges deep into my moose knuckle" That's enough internet for today
[b]“With my swollen budgie's tongue now much like a badly wrapped kebab, he thought it was time to start plunging my vintage golf bag. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a stink pickle, I wondered? My mouth was so full of cumtree and Da Vinci load, the steamin' semen was oozing down my chin and onto my fiery biscuits. He munched on my piss flaps, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. By now, my kipper dinghy was foaming like a slug in a salt mine. I can't wait to lap the cock custard from his cervix cigar.”[/b] heh
The unrelenting orgasms from his pink tractor beam slamming my whispering eye made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. My bearded haddock pasty was trembling like a rat on acid. The mixture of toilet twinkie and man fat in my vintage golf bag created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. With my hairy goblet now much like that bathroom door in The Shining, he thought it was time to start sliding my rusty bullet hole. Is now the time to tell him I really need to roll a hardened fudge nugget, I wondered? I can't wait to consume the steamin' semen from his chorizo howitzer.
The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and Da Vinci load in my ring piece created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like a ripped out fireplace, and I was no different! The unrelenting orgasms from his clunger thrusting my bearded haddock pasty made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. With his greasy slimelight slamming deep into my south mouth, the sensation of his love muscle smashing my cervix made me quiver like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my stench trench got me spritzing minge monsoon faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel.
The unrelenting orgasms from his tallywacker hammering my penis pothole made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. By now, my stench trench was foaming like a rabid dog. The feeling of his steamin' semen flowing down my throat got my tuna tunnel tears flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. It was bliss having his cumtree rammed inside me again; stuffing my wizards sleeve with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my furry cup pouring like it used to. My spunk dungeon was trembling like a shitting dog.
It was bliss having his gristle missile shoved inside me again; stuffing my gammon alley with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my crusty fuck trench surging like it used to. I can't wait to lap the penis pudding from his eight inches of throbbing pink jesus. By now, my Quimcy, M.E. was leaching like a broken fridge freezer. After having my enchilada of love thrusted, he then proceeded to pound my black hole. The thrusting makes me surge my minge monsoon all over his tallywacker.
[highlight][h2]“Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his muffbuster made my sex wee dribble like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his cunt plunger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. When he removed his bald-headed yogurt slinger from my marmite motorway, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the sewer trout off his greasy slimelight. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's velcro triangle looking like a ripped out fireplace, and I was no different! The unrelenting orgasms from his love muscle fucking my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown."[/h2][/highlight]
[QUOTE=Constructor;37184643]“Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler..."[/QUOTE] Okay then...
[b]With my roast beef platter now much like badly battered road kill, he thought it was time to start ramming my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to curl a stink pickle, I wondered? It was bliss having his cumtree probed inside me again; stuffing my salmon slit with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my quivering mound of love pudding spritzing like it used to. Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's purple cabbage looking like a gutted trout, and I was no different! After having my shamevelope slammed, he then proceeded to fuck my fudge factory. When he removed his cervix cigar from my mavis fritter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a colon cobra staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the colon cobra off his huge penis.[/b] What in the actual shit...
[QUOTE]I awoke the next morning with my quim still frothing. I thought it was over but his piss pipe had other ideas. Inserting a squash into my municipal cockwash got me splurging sex wee faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. There was ectoplasm weeping from his cunt plunger and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. With my vertical smile now much like badly battered road kill, he thought it was time to start stuffing my rusty sherif's badge. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a toilet twinkie, I wondered? Within no time, I could feel the shitty creamy load sliming from my puckered brown eye and all over my fishy flaps.[/QUOTE] "greased shit off a shovel" "wetter than a spastics chin" Wonderful.
“Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy trickling from my old dirt road and all over my meaty hangers. The thrusting makes me flow my vertical moisture all over his slut slayer. It was bliss having his womb raider probed inside me again; stuffing my chamber of squelch with a footlong fudge bullet just didn't get my cod canyon gushing like it used to. I can't wait to consume the Da Vinci load from his cream reaper. The feeling of his ectoplasm slobbering down my throat got my flange custard flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel.”
This has got to be the most fucked up shit I've read in my life.
[i]Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat dripping from my other vagina and all over my hairy goblet. I can't wait to devour the cock custard from his purple beaver buster. With my swollen budgie's tongue now much like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle, he thought it was time to start shoving my other vagina. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a colon cobra, I wondered? The unrelenting orgasms from his cunt plunger pounding my smush mitten made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. When he removed his bald avenger from my other vagina, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his one-eyed milkman.[/i] "one-eyed milkman" hahahahaha
He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. The fucking of my old dirt road was so vigorous, he soon found his two amigos joining his veiny quim prod deep in my puckered brown eye. Inserting a cucumber into my municipal cockwash got me ejecting flange custard faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. When he removed his cunt plunger from my rusty bullet hole, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the footlong fudge bullet off his blind butler. He cut a giant sewer trout on my boobage just so he could lap it up like a hungry hungry hippo. I like to imagine this as being completely literal.
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