Three Word Story

[nitza ovis]

of his shoe.

[Tinks (NSFW)]

She blushed and

[DTM (Wet and grey)]

reached down to

[Haruhifan]

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark.  While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag.  Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues.  The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie.  The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door.  Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind.  She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers.  She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth.  Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction.  He burped loudly at that crucial moment.  The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears.  She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg. 

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was.  Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe.  She blushed and reached down to

find a penny

[DTM (Wet and grey)]

on the ground.

[nitza ovis]

Slowly bending over

[Tinks (NSFW)]

her hem slowly

[DTM (Wet and grey)]

riding up the

[nitza ovis]

back of her

[DTM (Wet and grey)]

thighs.  Revealing a

[Tinks (NSFW)]

feminine frippery, just

[Haruhifan]

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark.  While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag.  Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues.  The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie.  The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door.  Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind.  She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers.  She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth.  Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction.  He burped loudly at that crucial moment.  The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears.  She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg. 

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was.  Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe.  She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground.  Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs.  Revealing a feminine frippery, just

waiting to be

[DTM (Wet and grey)]

ripped to pieces.

[Tinks (NSFW)]

She stands, hiding

[Haruhifan]

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark.  While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag.  Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues.  The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie.  The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door.  Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind.  She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers.  She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth.  Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction.  He burped loudly at that crucial moment.  The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears.  She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg. 

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was.  Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe.  She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground.  Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs.  Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces.  She stands, hiding

behind doors of