It wasn’t long before Leslie sucked his rank nut sack into her warm neo-con Christian republican mouth and commenced tea bagging him; complaining about her taxes and how that “Kenyan crypto- Muslim socialist antichrist ” was taxing the food out of her unborn baby’s mouth. Indian sex Leslie poked her tongue around the area between Hugh’s ammonia, limburger vinegar, and old sweat socks scented goochy nads and his crusty bung shoot. He felt so good, he had a boner. Yesterday had been a warm day. He discovered that morning after eating lunch and dinner at a Mexican fast food eating establishment that his ass hairs had crusted over his asshole. Could you imagine a muffin that smelled like ammonia, limburger vinegar, and old sweat socks?” asked Hugh, “I don’t think so.”
Phil shot a huge load of sploogy baby batter man sauce all over the sample of aloe lotion three ply all natural recycled unscented toilet paper then wiped the remaining splooge cleanly off his bonerly penis.
