Like a white mouse in a tampon factory.
He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been riding the cotton pony for the best part of a week.
He pitched a giant footlong fudge bullet on my sweater puppies just so he could suck it up like a hungry hungry hippo. With his sperminator raiding deep into my one slice toaster, the sensation of his love muscle smashing my cervix made me quake like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. Inserting a squash into my split peach got me gushing sex wee faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He munched on my roast beef platter, even though I'd been surfing the crimson tide for the best part of a week. After having my depravity cavity pounded, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe.