My pussy would gulp his meaty sick of meat like a family of 8 on thanksgiving day. glup glup glup gulp glup glup (an inch for every glup) By now, my cod crater was dribbling like a hungry pig at a trough. If I don't finger blast to get my tuna tunnel tears haemorrhaging from my oyster ditch, his vein cane is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling badly battered road kill. I awoke the next morning with my chamber of squelch still draining.
"f-f-f-fuel rod" ham shyly says "are w-we going aga-in..? 🥺"
Fuel rod does his light stare with rizz, putting ham into a magical enchantment of lust. Her pussy really is a slut, quaking for the thundering claps of wet sopping waterfalls of milk. He just kept going and going.
"eMhaaa~ f-fuel ah~ ro-o-odd mm~" Ham moans while fuel rods releases his special sauce filling her gaping ham sandwich.
"n~" fuel rod quakes.
Hams pussy was still shaking like microwaveable oats, quaker. She rapidly grew with hornyiness waiting for more. She hopes that fuel rod will do this everyday.
"That was great baby girl, your wet tuna fish sopping wet ham sandwich quench my thirst" Fuel rod says with rizz.
"o-o-oh thanky-y-you fuel rod" Ham says while blushing and hiding in the covers.
She dreams of fuel rod, about what event just happened. Until another fuel rod walked in...
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Fuel Rod Smut
RomanceThis smut started as a joke between the Fuel Rod charger that you can get at disney and my phone (Ham). This has actually become something pretty serious and now I have an actually editor and everything. Please Enjoy.
