It was a dark, dark night when I met Laura in the woods; naked. Her supple breasts smelled of cookie crisp and fermented mayo. Her hair flowed and echoed in the dark void of the sycamore trees. As I laid her down on the tapestry of the Mother Earth, I let out a back-end howl of the gaseous variety that smelled of spicy curry and garlic bread. As her pancake titties touched my man titties, I cringed in pleasure and delight. With each thrust in and out, all I could think about was saps852.

Here is a picture of what Laura kind of looked like:

9/3/2012 4:04:34 PM

is "supple" ever used to describe anything else, ever?

9/3/2012 4:05:14 PM

I can get behind this kind of thread from you, oneshot

9/3/2012 4:05:48 PM

I can get behind the girl in the picture.

9/3/2012 4:11:51 PM

ibpointyelbows

9/3/2012 4:12:52 PM

What elbows?

9/3/2012 5:04:28 PM

wow I wish I could meet a Polish chick with 36DDDs naked in the forest too

9/3/2012 5:10:28 PM

thats a set of titties

yall little boys wouldnt know how to handle em

9/3/2012 5:56:51 PM

Within no time, I could feel the shitty baby gravy seeping from my fudge factory and all over my purple cabbage. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's panty hamster looking like a manatee in yoga pants, and I was no different! Inserting a cucumber into my crusty fuck trench got me flowing clunge gunge faster than a greased weasel shit. The mixture of butt nugget and creamy load in my oxo orifice created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of ectoplasm emanating from his bald-headed yogurt slinger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

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