Shelly surrenders to her smelly urges. The face is slimed with a thick coat of Paella. xxx18 But she longs so, so deeply to feast. It dribbles from Shelly’s lips and tongue. She sits upon an ornate leather throne. She yearns to feast. Head pushes deeper. He makes love to her fadge. Her head-meat has been spoiled and chemically destroyed. Chunks of Paella slop between her thighs with moist squidges. Shelly death-soils. Read 54726 times |
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She does not want to. She desires the hot, impure smelliness of the Paella filling her, all slimy and horrid upon her tongue, making her mouth smelly.
