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By *dsindy OP TV/TS
over a year ago
East Lancashire |
Following on from the thread about what you would change on here, I thought I would start a thread on really bad eroticism fiction in the mould of 50 shades.
Just Google 50 shades generator and see what you get.
I got this
The feeling of his Da Vinci load trickling down my throat got my clunge gunge flowing quicker than snot off a whip. By now, my cum dumpster was dribbling like a leaky tap. The unrelenting orgasms from his bugger king slamming my smush mitten made me come so hard, I began sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. If I don't strum the banjo to get my flange custard weeping from my tuna canal, his batter blaster is going to leave my lunchmeat resembling badly battered road kill. My gashtray was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. |
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By *orum TrollWoman
over a year ago
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haha at yours OP. i'd totally forgotten about vanessa feltz.
Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's beef curtains looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different! Now, I've been told the sperm bank will accept my spit, but the sight of his thrill drill made my spaff drip like a broken fridge freezer. The feeling of his ectoplasm trickling down my throat got my beige slime flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The plowing of my shit winker was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his ample cock deep in my turd cutter. Some girls are happy just to study english cliterature when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 15" spiked vibrator in my moose knuckle and a 9-iron up my cocoa channel. |
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If I don't fluff the muff to get my minge monsoon sliming from my cod crater, his disco stick is going to leave my vertical garden resembling badly battered road kill. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cheese-crusted cock rammed deeper into my Oxo orifice. My tuna canal was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. My cake hole was so full of sperminator and baby gravy, the Da Vinci load was leaking down my chin and onto my chesticles. I can't wait to devour the cock snot from his thrill drill.  |
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I can't wait to gobble the baby gravy from his skeleton king. Within no time, I could feel the shitty penis pudding foaming from my brown mile and all over my vertical garden. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his giggle stick rammed deeper into my brown mile. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and love mayonnaise in my soft tight anus created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. The thrusting makes me splurge my pussy batter all over his washington monument.
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over a year ago
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"I can't wait to gobble the baby gravy from his skeleton king. Within no time, I could feel the shitty penis pudding foaming from my brown mile and all over my vertical garden. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his giggle stick rammed deeper into my brown mile. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and love mayonnaise in my soft tight anus created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. The thrusting makes me splurge my pussy batter all over his washington monument.
Lush "
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his love lollipop shoved deeper into my chocolate starfish. My ground zero grotto was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his stilton sword made my sex wee seep like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home. Hours of plowing like this would leave any girl's spam castanets looking like a bulldog in a windtunnel, and I was no different! Some girls are happy just to play the clitar when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my oyster ditch and a number of chillies up my balloon knot.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Do you have anything in mind? ,' he growls, his breathing hard, and my muscles clench deep inside me as a pulse of warmth pools inside me. I tremble nervously, excitement blooming deep inside me.
He lifts my chin, and my heart skips a beat. He kisses me, dominating. His mouth is on mine, tasting, feeling spiraling out from deep within my belly, shallowing my breath. I can hear music faintly. He always puts songs on repeat in here. I squirm against him, and his hand tightens around my hair, holding my head in place as we kiss.
He smiles a slow sexy smile. Jeez, he's so complicated. His leather strap is propped against the stack of books on his desk. His fingers brush the strap, and a pulse of warmth pools inside me.
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Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his timed slimer stuffed deeper into my mud flap. With my fishy flaps now much like a rabid baboon's arse, he thought it was time to start ramming my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I really need to extrude a toilet twinkie, I wondered? The feeling of his penis pudding sliming down my throat got my minge monsoon flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My throat was so full of stilton sword and magician's wax, the magician's wax was leaching down my chin and onto my cans. I awoke the next morning with my wizards sleeve still sliming. I thought it was over but his one-eyed monster had other ideas. |
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over a year ago
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can't wait to devour the gentleman's relish from his master of ceremonies. Some girls are happy just to audition the finger puppets when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a gerbil in my gammon alley and an egg timer up my poo pipe. By now, my oyster ditch was trickling like a hungry pig at a trough. The unrelenting orgasms from his disco stick hammering my tampon tunnel made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. Now, I've seen more pricks than a second hand dartboard, but the sight of his throbbing quim dagger made my vertical moisture foam like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home. |
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Within no time, I could feel the shitty ectoplasm oozing from my fart valve and all over my clap flaps. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and baby gravy in my shit winker created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. I awoke the next morning with my furry cup still dribbling. I thought it was over but his disco stick had other ideas. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers looking like a stuntman's knee, and I was no different! By now, my bearded haddock pasty was draining like a rabid dog. |
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over a year ago
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Suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders, pushing me against the desk. It's pleasure overload, making me yearn for him, pleasure lancing directly to my groin. He softly kisses my bottom lip, and desire courses through my blood. Fuck, I'm panting already.
He lifts my chin, and my heart starts pounding in anticipation. He plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, tasting. His tongue invades my mouth, dominating, sending delicious shivers down my spine, coursing heat throughout my body. His fingers curl into my hair, holding me gently in place as we kiss, savagely. My inner goddess does the samba.
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“ He munched on my flappy meal, even though I'd been up on bricks for the best part of a week. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock custard emanating from his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. By now, my vibrator crater was sliming like a rabid dog. Inserting an egg timer into my municipal cockwash got me flowing minge monsoon faster than snot off a whip. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his clunger plunged deeper into my cocoa channel.
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"Within no time, I could feel the shitty ectoplasm oozing from my fart valve and all over my clap flaps. The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and baby gravy in my shit winker created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. I awoke the next morning with my furry cup still dribbling. I thought it was over but his disco stick had other ideas. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers looking like a stuntman's knee, and I was no different! By now, my bearded haddock pasty was draining like a rabid dog."
Holy shit... I'm at the bus stop laughing like a lunatic  |
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My mouth was so full of meaty member and gentleman's relish, the steamin' semen was trickling down my chin and onto my breasticles. It was bliss having his bald-headed yogurt slinger plunged inside me again; stuffing my meat purse with a squash just didn't get my gaping clam cavern spritzing like it used to. Inserting an antique doorknob into my moose knuckle got me ejecting flange custard faster than a greased weasel shit. My enchilada of love was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. He munched on my fishy flaps, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. |
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over a year ago
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If I don't audition the finger puppets to get my vertical moisture slobbering from my fuck gutter, his cervix cigar is going to leave my velcro triangle resembling a motorway pileup. The seemingly never-ending streams of steamin' semen emanating from his stilton sword soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love piss frothing from my poop chute and all over my purple cabbage. By now, my smush mitten was draining like Augustus Gloop's mouth at the sight of Willy Wonka's chocolate river. When he removed his cervix cigar from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the footlong fudge bullet off his throbbing quim dagger. |
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over a year ago
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With his kebeb skewer plowing deep into my herring hole, the sensation of his cream reaper smashing my cervix made me quake like jelly. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock snot emanating from his purple beaver buster soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. If I don't tune the tuna to get my minge monsoon trickling from my herring hole, his greasy slimelight is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling badly battered road kill. The pounding of my ring piece was so vigorous, he soon found his scroto baggins joining his giggle stick deep in my balloon knot. The unrelenting orgasms from his ramrod raiding my chlamydia canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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My vaginal bacon buffet was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. I awoke the next morning with my wunder down under still weeping. I thought it was over but his muffbuster had other ideas. The unrelenting orgasms from his skeleton king plowing my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. My cake hole was so full of all-beef thermometer and steamin' semen, the love mayonnaise was seeping down my chin and onto my cans.
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“ If I don't flick the bean to get my pussy batter frothing from my gaping clam cavern, his batter blaster is going to leave my velcro triangle resembling a clown's pocket. The unrelenting orgasms from his greasy kebab skewer thrusting my front bum made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy with a mortgage. Now, I've seen more action than Helmand Province, but the sight of his slut slayer made my clunge gunge ooze like a broken fridge freezer. Some girls are happy just to stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster in my cod cave and a squash up my poop chute. The feeling of his penis pudding oozing down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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How fantastic
If I don't buff the muff to get my spaff trickling from my oyster ditch, his womb ferret is going to leave my roast beef platter resembling a shot cat. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his pink tractor beam stuffed deeper into my rusty bullet hole. The seemingly never-ending streams of creamy load emanating from his throbbing quim dagger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. By now, my wizards sleeve was frothing like a rabid dog. The feeling of his love piss dripping down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than snot off a whip. |
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He pinched off a giant corn-eyed butt snake on my mosquito bites just so he could lap it up like a bulldog eating porridge. After having my cod cave plowed, he then proceeded to slam my marmite motorway. He munched on my furburger, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. If I don't fish for pearls to get my fallopian fish stock draining from my Quimcy, M.E., his greasy slimelight is going to leave my clap flaps resembling badly battered road kill. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's meaty hangers looking like a stuntman's knee, and I was no different!
I think this was meant for someone else  |
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By *ady LickWoman
over a year ago
Northampton Somewhere |
He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week. Inserting my fist into my vaginal bacon buffet got me flooding sex wee faster than a greased weasel shit. After having my carp cavity raided, he then proceeded to raid my tradesman's entrance. With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a ripped out fireplace, he thought it was time to start stuffing my brown mile. Is now the time to tell him I really need to ease a toilet twinkie, I wondered? The feeling of his gentleman's relish oozing down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than snot off a whip.
Some of these are hilarious. Thanks for posting OP  |
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With my flappy meal now much like a bulldog in a windtunnel, he thought it was time to start probing my poo pipe. Is now the time to tell him I really need to crown a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? If I don't fluff the muff to get my clunge gunge leaking from my clearing in the woods, his greasy slimelight is going to leave my clap flaps resembling Brian May's plughole. Some girls are happy just to play the clitar when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a number of chillies in my ground zero grotto and a 15" spiked vibrator up my puckered brown eye. The mixture of sewer trout and penis pudding in my chocolate starfish created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. After having my depravity cavity raided, he then proceeded to raid my tradesman's entrance. |
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Some girls are happy just to tune the tuna when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a lightbulb in my ladytown and a number of chillies up my puckered brown eye. After having my hatchet wound fucked, he then proceeded to slam my black hole. With my vertical smile now much like a stuntman's knee, he thought it was time to start stuffing my rusty sherif's badge. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pinch off a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? He crowned a giant colon cobra on my cans just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. My hatchet wound was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.
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With my vertical garden now much like badly battered road kill, he thought it was time to start stuffing my old dirt road. Is now the time to tell him I really need to crown a stink pickle, I wondered? The raiding makes me pour my tuna tunnel tears all over his ample cock. My cake hole was so full of bald avenger and gentleman's relish, the creamy load was weeping down my chin and onto my sweater puppies. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his meaty member shoved deeper into my vintage golf bag. The fucking of my turd cutter was so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his gristle missile deep in my brown mile.
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By *orum TrollWoman
over a year ago
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pretty sure nobody had posted this one. :
The hammering of my poop chute was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his muffbuster deep in my brown eye. Inserting a squash into my cock holster got me splurging flange custard faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My moose knuckle was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. I awoke the next morning with my vibrator crater still frothing. I thought it was over but his ample cock had other ideas. I can't wait to devour the magician's wax from his pink tractor beam.
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over a year ago
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With his balony pony slamming deep into my cock holster, the sensation of his cunt stretcher smashing my cervix made me quake like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and Da Vinci load in my mud flap created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. He cut a giant butt nugget on my love bubbles just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. Now, I've been shot over more times than Sarajevo, but the sight of his cumtree made my vertical moisture leak like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. Inserting a gerbil into my mound of love pudding got me ejecting clunge gunge faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel.
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By *ild_oatsMan
over a year ago
the land of saints & sinners |
If I don't flick the bean to get my pussy batter draining from my oyster ditch, his womb ferret is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling a bulldog licking piss from a thistle. He munched on my roast beef platter, even though I'd had the painters in for the best part of a week. After having my vibration station raided, he then proceeded to slam my vintage golf bag. With my spam castanets now much like a blind cobbler's thumb, he thought it was time to start stuffing my other vagina. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cop a butt nugget, I wondered? Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his love muscle stuffed deeper into my vintage golf bag.
.... Words fail me....
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By *ild_oatsMan
over a year ago
the land of saints & sinners |
This so hilarious I had to post another one....
“ Inserting a barbie doll into my fuck gutter got me spraying sex wee faster than a greased weasel shit. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his bald-headed yogurt slinger rammed deeper into my rusty bullet hole. The seemingly never-ending streams of cock snot emanating from his spam dagger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The mixture of Mr. Hanky and cock custard in my ring piece created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. By now, my chlamydia canal was seeping like Wayne Rooney's dick in an OAP home." |
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By *ady LickWoman
over a year ago
Northampton Somewhere |
Now, I've seen more foreskins than a rabbi during a baby boom, but the sight of his mutton dagger made my clunge gunge flow like a slug in a salt mine. The fucking of my black hole was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his brie baton deep in my cocoa channel. It was bliss having his womb ferret stuffed inside me again; stuffing my carp cavity with a 9-iron just didn't get my municipal cockwash spouting like it used to. I awoke the next morning with my shame portal still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his flesh gordon had other ideas. My slime hole was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver.
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"forgot to say i had fun on another site generating 50 shades quotes to any guy who sent me a dirty message. none have replied back yet.
Genius!
they probably think i'm a bot but i don't care."
I think it's fucking brilliant! I'm tempted to do it |
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By *orum TrollWoman
over a year ago
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"forgot to say i had fun on another site generating 50 shades quotes to any guy who sent me a dirty message. none have replied back yet.
Genius!
they probably think i'm a bot but i don't care.
I think it's fucking brilliant! I'm tempted to do it "
it's more than they deserve but gave me a laugh. |
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The unrelenting orgasms from his skin flute raiding my cod canyon made me come so hard, I began sweating like Joseph Fritzel on MTV Cribs. If I don't play the clitar to get my clunge gunge sliming from my clearing in the woods, his pink tractor beam is going to leave my roast beef platter resembling a ripped out fireplace. By now, my fuck gutter was dripping like a slavering dog. After having my cod canyon slammed, he then proceeded to fuck my old dirt road. The plowing makes me flow my shrimp sap all over his wrist-thick wand. |
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By *ynecplCouple
over a year ago
Newcastle upon Tyne |
When he removed his flesh gordon from my poop chute, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the stink pickle off his meaty member. The mixture of footlong fudge bullet and baby gravy in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. My throat was so full of love muscle and love mayonnaise, the penis pudding was seeping down my chin and onto my cans. Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy sliming from my brown mile and all over my roast beef platter. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his flesh gordon made my beige slime leak like a broken fridge freezer. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I awoke the next morning with my gammon alley still weeping. I thought it was over but his bugger king had other ideas. The pounding of my shit winker was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his meaty member deep in my rusty bullet hole. By now, my mound of love pudding was frothing like someone had poured fairy liquid into Niagara Falls. Hours of thrusting like this would leave any girl's piss flaps looking like a bulldog licking piss from a thistle, and I was no different! Within no time, I could feel the shitty ectoplasm leaking from my marmite motorway and all over my roast beef platter.
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By *orum TrollWoman
over a year ago
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"oh dear, someone took my 50 shades message seriously and wants to try out what i sent him.
Go for it, as long as you can do the same to him "
doesn't seem like a sexy scenario to play out. i deleted his reply instead.
maybe i should've pushed it though and just kept sending him messages off the generator? |
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By *dsindy OP TV/TS
over a year ago
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"oh dear, someone took my 50 shades message seriously and wants to try out what i sent him.
Go for it, as long as you can do the same to him
doesn't seem like a sexy scenario to play out. i deleted his reply instead.
maybe i should've pushed it though and just kept sending him messages off the generator? "
If the generator says your fudge nugget factory needs invading, then it's only fair that his boxers land sunny side up as your roast beef flaps sucks in his man yogurt......and vice versa |
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By *orum TrollWoman
over a year ago
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"oh dear, someone took my 50 shades message seriously and wants to try out what i sent him.
Go for it, as long as you can do the same to him
doesn't seem like a sexy scenario to play out. i deleted his reply instead.
maybe i should've pushed it though and just kept sending him messages off the generator?
If the generator says your fudge nugget factory needs invading, then it's only fair that his boxers land sunny side up as your roast beef flaps sucks in his man yogurt......and vice versa "
haha, that was good. have you memorised all this 50 shades generator stuff? |
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By *dsindy OP TV/TS
over a year ago
East Lancashire |
"oh dear, someone took my 50 shades message seriously and wants to try out what i sent him.
Go for it, as long as you can do the same to him
doesn't seem like a sexy scenario to play out. i deleted his reply instead.
maybe i should've pushed it though and just kept sending him messages off the generator?
If the generator says your fudge nugget factory needs invading, then it's only fair that his boxers land sunny side up as your roast beef flaps sucks in his man yogurt......and vice versa
haha, that was good. have you memorised all this 50 shades generator stuff?"
Nope, I just have a weird mind |
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