Author Topic: Fifty Shades Generator!  (Read 3069 times)

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This made me laugh, I though i'd share it. Post your own.

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There was man fat flowing from his all-beef thermometer and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. The feeling of his rooster snot oozing down my throat got my fallopian fish stock flowing quicker than greased stuff off a shiny shovel. Within no time, I could feel the stuffty snake pudding foaming from my fudge factory and all over my open-faced ham sandwich. I can't wait to consume the Da Vinci load from his gristle missile. The thrusting makes me gush my minge monsoon all over his muffbuster.

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The unrelenting climaxs from his cumtree thrusting my enchilada of love made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. The plowing makes me ejects my clunge gunge all over his trouser bowser. After having my salmon slit plowed, he then proceeded to thrust my old dirt road. I can't wait to gobble the rooster custard from his all-beef thermometer. By now, my vaginal bacon buffet was salivating like a George Foreman grill.

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The mixture of sewer trout and magician's wax in my fudge factory created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. The plowing makes me surge my shrimp sap all over his spunk-filled spam rocket. There was man fat foaming from his one-eyed monster and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. I awoke the next morning with my crusty forget trench still haemorrhaging. I thought it was over but his love muscle had other ideas. The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his throbbing quim dagger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

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The seemingly never-ending streams of baby gravy emanating from his piss pipe soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The mixture of sewer trout and rooster custard in my vintage golf bag created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. The plowing makes me flood my vertical moisture all over his one-eyed milkman. Now, I've seen more helmets than Riddler, but the sight of his one-eyed milkman made my shrimp sap slime like a leaky tap. The unrelenting climaxs from his Vince cable plowing my depravity cavity made me come so hard, I began sweating like a fat slag in a disco.

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i never understood the whole fifty shades of gray thing, never took the time to find out why it's so funny

i never understood the whole fifty shades of gray thing, never took the time to find out why it's so funny
it's just a book full of forgeted up stuff iirc

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Hours of loving like this would leave any girl's furburger looking like the south end of a badger going north, and I was no different! The mixture of hardened fudge nugget and rooster custard in my chocolate starfish created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. The seemingly never-ending streams of man fat emanating from his skin flute soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. After having my cod crater hammered, he then proceeded to forget my balloon knot. Now, I've seen more helmets than Riddler, but the sight of his tenderloin truncheon made my fallopian fish stock weep like there was a midget inside me with a super soaker.



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There was snake pudding foaming from his flesh gordon and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The unrelenting climaxs from his one-eyed monster loving my south mouth made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot. My mouth was so full of flesh gordon and Da Vinci load, the snake pudding was trickling down my chin and onto my breasticles. I can't wait to gobble the steamin' semen from his washington monument. The seemingly never-ending streams of snake pudding emanating from his huge snake soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still foaming. I thought it was over but his stilton spear had other ideas. My cake hole was so full of balony pony and rooster snot, the magician's wax was salivating down my chin and onto my chest puppies. By now, my salmon slit was salivating like a George Foreman grill. He launched a giant butt nugget on my mosquito bites just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. With my fishy flaps now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start stuffing my oxo orifice. Is now the time to tell him I really need to curl a toilet twinkie, I wondered?

Whhhaaaaaaaaa-

Now, I've seen more helmets than Riddler, but the sight of his cream reaper made my vertical moisture salivate like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. My shame portal was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. He copped a giant Mr. Hanky on my fiery biscuits just so he could gobble it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The seemingly never-ending streams of Da Vinci load emanating from his ramrod soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. Inserting a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster into my south mouth got me spritzing flange custard faster than greased stuff off a shiny shovel.

The thrusting of my vintage golf bag was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his tallywacker deep in my brown mile.

The mixture of butt nugget and steamin' semen in my other vagina created the delicious sphincter sauce that he was so fond of. I can't wait to consume the steamin' semen from his wensleydale wand. The thrusting of my soft tight star fish was so vigorous, he soon found his salty protein grapes joining his cumtree deep in my cocoa channel. Inserting an egg timer into my wizards sleeve got me pouring flange custard faster than snot off a whip. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's vertical smile looking like Pete Burns' lips, and I was no different!

“Inserting a number of chillies into my ground zero grotto got me flooding beige slime faster than greased stuff off a shiny shovel. My throat was so full of spunk-filled spam rocket and snake pudding, the Da Vinci load was slobbering down my chin and onto my boobage. The plowing makes me spritz my spaff all over his brie baton. When he removed his sperminator from my mud flap, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to chow down on the corn-eyed butt snake off his piss pipe. Hours of slamming like this would leave any girl's clap flaps looking like a blind cobbler's thumb, and I was no different!"

Omfg lmao