i'll post an example!
I awoke the next morning with my quim still weeping. I thought it was
over but his love muscle had other ideas. The seemingly never-ending
streams of man fat emanating from his veiny quim prod soon had me coated
like a plasterer's radio. Within no time, I could feel the shitty
steamin' semen flowing from my poop chute and all over my piss flaps.
After having my gashtray fucked, he then proceeded to hammer my old dirt
road. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his
wensleydale wand made my minge mucus drip like Augustus Gloop at Willy
Wonka's chocolate river.
great stuff!