For Gaspard, there was nothing like fucking that big Gertha working at the Sauerkraut factory, wheelbarrow style. Her marvellous overweight body, her overflowing rolls of flesh flapping around the tight leather girdle strapping her pachydermic waist was already enough to make him feel like projecting his spunk up to Jupiter even before inserting his splinter shaped cock up her burning snatch. He would make her fly right up to Uranus tonight, part her enormous lunar cheeks as a coroner dissecting a ribcage, waiting for her to express her ecstasy humming the Macarena.
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Hélène
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