Titania was unable to resist his overwhelming charms. She was becoming aroused in spite of herself, her rib cushions were sporting a couple of Bruce Lees.
The sight of his naked body made her tremble; his blue veined custard chucker was like a baby’s arm holding an apple. She let him undress her and stood there self consciously while he scanned her naked body taking in her top bollocks and bear trappers’ hat.
They embraced closely, both fully naked, and she could feel his dancers lance brushing against her fish mitten.
"I'd like to see you touch yourself." he said gently. She'd never been a gusset typist but she was caught up in the moment and she immediately reached for her budgies tongue.
"Put a finger inside." he demanded more forcefully. She slipped first one and then two digits inside her skin chimney. They went in easily as she was as wet as an otter’s pocket.
He held her wrist and lifted her fingers to his mouth. He licked her sweet juices from her fingers then whispered. "Mmm, disco fanny."
Using his wanking spanners he fiddled with her axe wound and chapel hat pegs. He traced his hand down her back and briefly touched her panda’s eye.
After feeding the pony for a few minutes he requested she kneel in front of him. She was inexperienced in the art of fellatio and she started off by giving him a Dizzy Gillespie, this obviously wasn't her strong point so they readjusted and she gave him a trombone instead.
He lifted her in his strong muscular arms and placed her naked body on the table. She was soon to be the receiver of swollen goods and she was giddy with excitement.
Placing his purple headed womb broom at the entrance to her serpent socket, he asked her if she was ready.
In a slightly trembling voice she said "Yes, I want you conkers deep in my moss cottage!"
He set about his task with gusto. Much to his surprise she went at it like a kangaroo shagging a space hopper and after a bit of double bassing he was ready to cough his filthy yoghurt.
As he was approaching Billy Mill roundabout he pulled out and furnished her with a full set of jelly jewellery. Her ripped out fireplace looked like a bulldog eating porridge.
"I think I love you." She exclaimed while he was having a zuffle.
4 comments:
Horrifying! I really wish I hadn't eaten just before reading that. But I'm all about a well-placed "giddy".
Horrifying?
Not the description I would expect but thanks.
I think.
No, it's all good. It was just that phrases like "filthy yoghurt" and "conkers-deep in my moss cottage" caught me by surprise.
Have you heard of the profanisaurus?
That's where I got the phrases from.
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