gauchecritic
When there are grey skies
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From "A Work In Progress" by C J Numnuckets
He boldly went where no man had gone daringly before.
Slowly insinuating his gigantic girth through her delicate portal Hans grunted rhythmically and Sheila throatily oofed her breathy response.
Is he for real? Sheila mentally questioned her inner secretive self gigantic girth? she quietly asked.
Well there's no shameful blame attached to me or my thunderous equipment. Hans replied subvocally. as the inner stiffened tube of any firm toilet roll can attest.
As one they wrenchingly screamed their heartfelt orgasms to the peeling paint of the water-bulged ceiling.
"I love you Hans Stickpin." she urgently whispered.
Hans smoothly answered: "And I love you too, Sheila Cuntbucket."
He boldly went where no man had gone daringly before.
Slowly insinuating his gigantic girth through her delicate portal Hans grunted rhythmically and Sheila throatily oofed her breathy response.
Is he for real? Sheila mentally questioned her inner secretive self gigantic girth? she quietly asked.
Well there's no shameful blame attached to me or my thunderous equipment. Hans replied subvocally. as the inner stiffened tube of any firm toilet roll can attest.
As one they wrenchingly screamed their heartfelt orgasms to the peeling paint of the water-bulged ceiling.
"I love you Hans Stickpin." she urgently whispered.
Hans smoothly answered: "And I love you too, Sheila Cuntbucket."