In went his peewee pecker and otu went his screams of extasey! It feeled like a million little tongeus were lickin his weiner all over the place. Almost as if her mouth vaginia was one of them sex tosy with the little nubs all up in em except they’re movin around and wet and mushy and made of faeces. His beefy pelvis sunk in comfortabely into her face, like a cushion of puppeis. In fact, he kept on sinkin in, smashin her face right against the bumtro turf. He was to far gone to knotice though, as he gargled otu past his trachial bypbumer a cry of orgbumimo.