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Post by Beermonster on Sept 14, 2012 19:03:06 GMT
Third time lucky BeerMonster? ;D ;D one may hope and pray |
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Post by Beermonster on Sept 14, 2012 19:06:49 GMT
I wonder if Poisoned would have fucked the young Elizabeth II? ;D like a rat up a drain pipe  |
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Post by SuperRickyFuller on Sept 14, 2012 19:06:51 GMT
Third time lucky BeerMonster? ;D ;D one may hope and pray Just a question based on sheer curiosity but.. How come you keep leaving? |
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Post by Sonko's Head on Sept 14, 2012 19:29:05 GMT
I bet he keeps forgetting his password the dozy bastard ;D
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 19:32:22 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 19:42:07 GMT
Excellent work, lew, now that's what I was after.
Pic 8 shows you what you're really getting. Small. But I like that. They're my kind of boobs. Both on a woman and the ones I have personally.
Pic 5 would be improved if Wills had a lazy lob going.
Might go and get some Peroni to celebrate. Fuck it pretzels too.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 19:50:33 GMT
They're my preference of tit too. They are manageable, attractive and are provide a satisfactory level of wobble when getting drilled.
I doff My cap to you Willis, I'm almost certain you've rogered that bumhole. Bravo old bean, bravo.
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Post by Salopstick on Sept 14, 2012 19:53:01 GMT
It is quite amazing when you think about it, seeing the future queen (provided she keeps her nose clean as far as the tutti capo Don Greco's concerned of course) with her tits out on a magazine and then susbsequently all over the internet. Imagine that 60 years ago. The outrage! I wonder if Poisoned would have fucked the young Elizabeth II? He would fuck the old Elizabeth II |
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Post by PoisonedMonkey on Sept 14, 2012 20:21:22 GMT
;D I would spill my milk on them |
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Post by PoisonedMonkey on Sept 14, 2012 20:23:42 GMT
It is quite amazing when you think about it, seeing the future queen (provided she keeps her nose clean as far as the tutti capo Don Greco's concerned of course) with her tits out on a magazine and then susbsequently all over the internet. Imagine that 60 years ago. The outrage! I wonder if Poisoned would have fucked the young Elizabeth II? I would've fucked young Lizzy II  |
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Post by Ribanjo Fuller on Sept 14, 2012 21:45:29 GMT
8/10
Would fap again.
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Post by starkiller on Sept 14, 2012 23:14:16 GMT
We can all rest assured the bald headed slapnut never got a titwank off those pancakes, which means she must bite the pillow more than a tory mp.
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Post by PenkhullStokie on Sept 14, 2012 23:41:56 GMT
 I'm 94% sure he slipped a finger into her bottom shortly after that photo |
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Post by Kidsgrove4 on Sept 15, 2012 12:31:18 GMT
IWFH..
Poisoned Monkey
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Post by Beermonster on Sept 16, 2012 14:44:43 GMT
fuck me , theres around 200 more, the dirty twats, then again a afternoon spent stroking the royal parts has gotta be good .. , theres also a nice set of her vagy, smooth has a babys arse and quite a nice piercing , . |
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Sept 16, 2012 16:08:53 GMT
Jesus fucking Christ.
This is unreal...
...An anagram of "Kate Middleton" is "Naked Tit Model".
PROOF OF THE EXISTENCE OF GOD.
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Post by overthewall on Sept 16, 2012 19:17:30 GMT
Fantastic  |
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Post by BusterHighman on Sept 20, 2012 20:54:12 GMT
Akabusi sat in the park throwing bits of sausage roll at a one legged pigeon as the winter sun beat down on his ebony dome like Ike on his first wife. He'd picked up two sausage rolls and a Steak Bake from Gregg's at the station and found a quiet spot in the park. The Steak Bake had given him serious heart burn which only a bottle of Tango could put out. He'd bought a bottle of Lilt instead. All in all it had been a sh*t day for Akabusi.
His accountant Harvey Goldenblum had called him earlier and confirmed that his £117,980 mansion in Brickhills had been repossessed by the National Lottery. Akabusi had become addicted to online scratchcards and things had got so bad he sold all his medals and naked pictures he had of Norris McWhirter. The ten quid he had got on eBay for the lot hadn’t made a big difference.
On the upside the cool air of the wind brushed against his expresso chassis like Rolf Harris on canvas. He felt his tremondous length growl like a waking tiger - it wanted feeding and he knew it only ate pussy. He popped his hand inside his grey dungerees and pinched the increasingly engorged helmut to quell it's mounting excitement. He brushed pastry flakes into a pile and then necked the lot of it. It made him feel good. Like a man again.
He made a little pooh behind a tree and headed over the road to the Palace.
Akabusi had been to Buckingham Palace before - he picked up some mickey mouse MBE back in the day. He hadn't disgraced himself and poor old dead Diana had welcomed a fanny patting. Today Akabusi and Roger Black were receiving a little badge to thank them for not killing any spastics on a outward bound trip to the Brecon Beacons. The Palace didn't know that a little window slurper had fallen off a cliff and Akabusi and Black had buried the body in a shallow grave. Hopefully feral cats and foxes would do the rest.
Akabusi mingled with the crowds of Lords, Ladies and f**king Tanni Gray Thompson. Tanni managed to get invited to all these things and the Palace had excellent access due to the Queen Mother. Akabusi didn't need any encouragement from Jim Davidson, who was receiving a knighthood for services to race relations, and pushed Tanni into a broom cupboard and jammed the door. Hopefully the feral cats and foxes would do the rest.
The Queen appeared. Akabusi couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of blood and cum rush into his empty brown wheely bin and his giant testes twitch like a black body builders pectorals. His proud onyx majesty rose to attention as everyone stood. He looked like a brown flag pole and his flag of spunk and a little p*ss was attempting to unfurl. As Her Majesty went by his erection fell to it's knees quicker than a Romford secretary. She was minging.
Akabusi was f**king confused. He was expecting Helen Mirren - that glorious old milf that he'd seen on a pirate dvd the night before. The reality was some old bird who he suspected had bristols like burst balloons and a clunge as crusty and useless as a Conservative Peer. His sword sheathed and his balls bowed Akabusi went off looking for pussy elsewhere.
Akabusi headed down to the stables. He liked horses, they knew what it was like to carry such a dead weight betwixt ones's thighs and he often used to train with Desert Orchid at the Linford Christie Track. The sessions would often end with mutual masturbation from which Akabusi would keep Orchid's horsefat and sell it to Arabs. He didn't know what Orchid did with his though.
Kriss let the buckles of his smart dungerees slip to the sh*t covered hay and let the fetid air of the stables circle him scum round buy one get one free deals. "Do you ride Mr Abakumisi?" said a female voice from behind Akabusi. He froze. The lady was so full of plums he felt like he felt when he'd teabagged Janet Street Porter.
He slowly turned around looking like a chocolate Challenger tank heading into battle. Before him was a brunette dressed in tight cream jodhpurs, white blouson and a pair of patent leather riding boots that would bring a tear of cum to any man's cock eye. He knew that beneath the riding gear were at the most two sparking bristols and a clunge as smart and as bald as Helen Rollinson. But not as dead.
"Do I ride? What do you f**king think!" he roared with a laugh so loud the horses bolted into the yard and killed two OBEs and a bloke in an electronic wheelchair. His sceptre rose to knight the girl whose tight jodphurs were becoming wetter than a child at an Art Malik birthday party. He was going to get royally laid.
"My name's Kate. Kate Middleton" she said with a voice as silky and hot as a balti fart in tight jockeys. Akabusi became so hard he thought some c**t was going to put Excalibur into it. The future Queen let loose rivlets of brown hair and loosened the buttons of her blouson. Akabusi wasn't one ot stand on ceremony so he tore her top off like a Zulu at Rourke's Drift. A pair of epic creamy white bristols store at him like Paul McKenna's eyes. Kate ripped off her jods and stood before Akabusi naked - her glistening axe wound beckoning him to bow at her feet.
Akabusi tore into her like Henry VIII at a Toby Carvery. His hands were all over her like the old Empire and some of the acts they were committing were just as horrific. He plunged deep into her like a jousting event and felt her cold regal body rub against his hot black tribal like years of oppression. She was greedy for cock and Akabusi wasn't one to disappoint. He thought later that she might make a career as a sword swallower if this Queen sh*te didn't work out.
Within hours it was over, Kate lay a mangled mess of white flesh, medals, horse sh*t, cum and vol au vents. Akabusi pulled out of her like Hong Kong, letting his weeping willow of brown muscle to roll around in the hay. Akabusi was sure that his rampant manslush had reached the inner sanctum and he broke into a wide sh*t eating Akabusi grin as he thought of a brown baby being born to the royal household in nine months times. "Try explaining that you bitch!" he roared.
He could hear the constant banging of Tanni Grey Thompson somewhere in the Palace so he bent down over the saturated, upper middle class spunk vessel, whisphered "Awooga" in her ear and patted her on the fanny.
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Post by JonesInAMillion on Sept 20, 2012 21:11:45 GMT
^^^
Very good indeed ;D
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Post by Northy on Oct 27, 2016 11:03:31 GMT
wonder what they are like after having 2 nippers sucking them dry
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