She pulled down her skin tight extra large jeans and the biggest roll of pink belly fat you ever did see cascaded down completely hiding what looked like a tiny pair of pink panties. XXNX “All right Johnno?” Boris the lead singer shouted as her band rested between numbers. “Fake!” someone cried. Actually the pub was filling nicely. I nodded. Its a funny old world. And dark. She had cracking bass baritone voice though, pity she was tone deaf. “Just fuck off.” He said. “He fucking didn’t he slimed me!” Boris protested and she showed three of her podgy fingers inside her and dragged them out glistening with spunk. “Technically they has a vestibule not a cunt,” I said using my superior intellect gained from watching pointless fucking game shows and similar crap on pointless fucking daytime TV. “String the buggers up”
“String the buggers up”
“There’s nothing
