I'd stick acatheter in that dog cock you've got and feed a tube from it into that animalhole, that shit hole; and all that piss would go down your thr...at and out ofyour cock and into that shit hole. And at the end of the day you'd shit it allout into a bucket and then slurp it all up. I'd push your dog face into thatbucket full of slime and piss and shit, yeah push your fucking face into it andmake you clean it all up. You'd be a fucking toilet machine, just recycling allthat filth through your. ” “For some reason Sean Connery has a better idea than you do where your g-spot is and procedes to give it a severe tongue lashing. This drives you wild but eventually you feel the need to throw your head back and scream, ‘Enough, Sean, I need your cock.’ ”Never one to refuse a lady, he sinks his massive throbber deep into your pussy. ‘Please tell me if your pussy gets sore sometime after the three hour mark,’ he implores you, solicitously. ‘I don’t mind if I have to finish myself off by hand.’. Tears fell down my eyes as he made his head break through my pussy. I began to scream as he kept moving, he was now in half way. I lay on the bed stiff and tense not able to move. Never had I felt such a sharp pain in my life and it was driving me crazy. I could honestly say he was too big for me. “Yamani stops your too big, you’re hurting me please stop “, I screamed. I tried to push him off top of me but he was way too strong and heavy. Tears rolled down my face I couldn’t believe this was. "Right," Alf nodded. "How do you hammer on cosmeticals?" Lisa Douglas asked, picking up one of the hammers Ralph had laid down. "See? The end, there, it's a sponge colored to match the black head."("Don't say "blackhead" and cosmeticals," Ralph said, rubbing her hands with something from one of the tubes.)"So... you hits yourself with its?" Lisa Douglas asked, pointing it at Alf."That's men for you," Ralph said."If it helps them to wear cosmeticals, then they can become knock-outs," Lisa.