Spunkhatch

"...I'm cramming my thick, meaty man-pipe up your quivering spunkhatch..." I said.
"Bloody hell!" she said.
"...I'm pumping you so hard, you're shitting yourself..."
"Crikey!"
"...the sweat is pouring off me as I give your juicy crevice a hefty battering..."
"Oo!"
"...and now my blokemilk is exploding inside you with the force of an atom bomb. It's gushing out of your mouth and nose and ears - you look like a human glue fountain..."
"Oh right... so this isn't National Rail Enquiries, then?" she said.

 

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