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Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.
“He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.” I blink. “What?” “You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,”
If I let myself consider that she watches because she’s just as attracted to me, I know I can make the moves to devour Acacia’s untouched honeypot.
He usually smells like fresh eucalyptus, but it has a salty hint to it tonight. Probably the venom that spewed from his trouser snake.
“Let’s finish eating and I’ll shave your little cunny.”
sharp strokes on one side of her puffy meat curtain.
You’ll feel the weeds in front of your mud dungeon if it’s not pruned as well.”
“Then lemme shave your stink wrinkle first, and then I’ll have my buffet of muff pie.”
My eyes widen at the noise so similar to flatulence even though I know for a fact my buttcheeks aren’t flapping. Tears water in my eyes as I blink up at him. “That wasn’t…I didn’t—“ “Shhh, baby,” he says, his hand pressing down on my lower stomach. He surges forward another inch. “Your tight, tiny canal is emptying for me. It’s my victory horn.”
His pace is relentless, I barely hear the second fart-like noise over the slapping of our skin. I don’t have time to feel humiliated as Callum groans. “Fuck, keep that pussy tootin’. Make room for my baby gravy, love.”
“Or it could be my gentlemen’s relish I stuffed you full of.”
His fingers reach down and make sure my center is moist enough to take his anaconda. Callum pulls his hand back, hawk tuahs a huge glob of spit, and then stuffs the lube into my core.
