Falling at 32ft/sec it made mincemeat mush mottled mash of the marzipan.
But Christine only chilled on the chaise, cheeky, chaffed, and chuffing chiba.
Bump bump.
Les chaussettes de l'archiduchesse sont-elles sèches? Archi-sèches! Yes.
Il me faut necessaire prende le journal aujourd'hui si'l vous plait!
Si,si si.
Mais, il faut me donnez, maintenant.
Hahahaha, just checked back after a while. Vous et con, or quoi? ;)
C**ts like this go down the drain quickly.
You mean Certs, definitely.
How's yer stories doin?