They put the boxes in the wrong rooms!
I surveyed her lying on the floor as I prepared to enter her for the third time. Her labia hung loosely like angry red spaniels cheeks. My turgid member pushed past her distended drapes and she moaned in ecstacy.
'Here mate where do you want this box?' the Pickfords man enquired as he carefully tiptoed past us in the narrow hallway.
'Upstairs in the spARE ROOM!' I replied in a crescendo as she forced her left index finger into my anal cavities.
'What about this one mate?' asked his second in command.
'IN THE BLOODY KITCHEN' I replied with now two fingers nudging towards my prostate.
She started stroking my prostate and in a matter of seconds my rigid loveshaft erupted within her shaven haven. An audible plop accompanied my rapidly shrinking luncheon truncheon retracting itself from between her now very sore and swollen flanges.
And then when the Pickfords men left I discovered they had put all the boxes in the wrong rooms! Imagine!
(little lord muthafuckin fauntleroy, Wed 14 Jan 2015, 8:17, 1 reply)

Phalanges in flanges...unbeatable.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Wed 14 Jan 2015, 10:15, closed)