meandering up St George's Street for a couple of lazy, afternoon pints in the Playhouse when a lithesome Lucy wanged up right quick on her Baxter-Neal Manimal and pulled a Nollie 720 Gazelle Nerdflip right over the top of your new Malm?s, clipped the kerb, and landed legs akimbo, sending her summer skirt fluttering up her perfect thighs.
Would you free her hot, wet vagina from its cotton prison, flick your tongue over her swollen funbutton and gently lick her into orgasmic oblivion, or would you skip off like the morris-dancing flowery ponce that you are, up towards London Street, posture outside the Book Hive, pull your pants down and wave your knackers about whilst singing 'Wild Mountain Thyme', then do a s**t?
hmmmm?
well?
What's it to be?
Say you had ventured into this fine city of ours for a spot of lunch and these events had befallen you, which of the two options presented do you think you might take?
hmmmm?
hmmmm?
hmmmm?
hmmmm?
Posted By: malkybarkid, Mar 5, 13:34:07
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