Fifty Shades Generator (16+)

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"By now, my south mouth was
slobbering like a George Foreman grill. Inserting a lightbulb into my
ground zero grotto got me squirting pussy batter faster than a greased
weasel shit. After having my chamber of squelch pounded, he then
proceeded to thrust my fudge factory. The f****** of my brown mile was
so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his throbbing quim
dagger deep in my turd cutter. When he removed his slut slayer from my
fudge factory, he was pleasantly surprised to see a corn-eyed butt snake
staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the Mr. Hanky
off his master of ceremonies."

Oh my god, why.

“With his stilton sword plowing deep into my ladytown, the sensation of his greasy kebab skewer smashing my cervix made me quiver like a shitting dog. The mixture of stink pickle and Da Vinci load in my vintage golf bag created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. After having my soft-shelled tuna taco plowed, he then proceeded to slam my shit winker. The feeling of his magician's wax dribbling down my throat got my fallopian fish stock flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. My meat purse was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.”

I don't like where this is going.

“He eased out a giant Mr. Hanky on my superdroopers just so he could gobble it up like a hungry hungry hippo. When he removed his thrill drill from my mavis fritter, he was pleasantly surprised to see a stink pickle staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the corn-eyed butt snake off his cumtree. The unrelenting orgasms from his huge penis f****** my clunge pool made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco. The feeling of his magician's wax foaming down my throat got my tuna tunnel tears flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel. The mixture of butt nugget and ectoplasm in my chocolate starfish created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of.”

I just loled.

Hours of f****** like this would leave any girl's roast beef platter looking like a blind cobbler's thumb, and I was no different! My cake hole was so full of cunt stretcher and magician's wax, the c*** custard was frothing down my chin and onto my cans. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his cumtree made my pussy batter froth like Adele waiting for Greggs to open. He crowned a giant stink pickle on my chesticles just so he could lap it up like a pig at a trough. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love mayonnaise dripping from my chocolate starfish and all over my clap flaps.

- The girl, after I visited.

Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his spam javelin rammed deeper into my poop chute. My carp cavity was trembling like jelly. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and c*** snot in my marmite motorway created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. When he removed his stilton spear from my puckered brown eye, he was pleasantly surprised to see a footlong fudge bullet staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the Mr. Hanky off his meaty member. Inserting an egg timer into my hairy spunk dungeon got me flowing minge mucus faster than snot off a whip.

Never looking into this. So much Purple Prose.