Spotted this in the paper last week, tweets irish fans have made up, ‘ 50 shades of green’ -Spread ’em, he said gruffly. Margie looked a the bags of fertiliser destined for the back field.Is that the latest thing now? Twas far away from Fifty Shades of Grey ye were all reared.Can’t ye moan a bit when I’m making love to you he says. Well that ceiling could do with a lick ‘o paint for a start.Slowly Rory Green turned around to face me and at once I began to tremble. Jazus, I thought. What the feck’s he going to do with that yoke?
Kips OnDurant has a go without the constraints of 140 sexy characters.
50 Shades of Grey – The Irish Version… Give it to me, give it to me’, he roared aggressively.
Some days Mary hated working at Ulster Bank.He slipped his hand under the red
silk.. “You’re so beautiful in that dress.”
“Feck off, it was only a euro in
Penneys!”… Bríd’s knees were sore and her throat
was raw…This was the longest Novena
she’d ever attended.You’re so tight, he said, I’m from Cavan she replied.Slowly he ran his finger down the
middle, parting the pink softness, feeling the moist sticky centre. He loved a Mikado.
‘She Quivered as I stroked her thighs.
‘Take me in the shower Sean!’
I whispered to her ‘Wait til I turn on the immersion’
‘Her underwear was wet as he pulled
the rope. There’s great drying out
today she thought as the clothes line
She wrapped her fingers around it and
greedily pulled it towards her lips.20
bottles for 15 euro at Centra Mick!
A mighty bargain!
‘its so long! Never seen the likes of it!’
exclaimed Máire, as she joined the
She widened her mouth, trying to fit it
all in!! Juices ran down her face. Mary
did love a kebab after the pub
She was panting as she let out one
final scream of pure pleasure. There
was nothing like beating Kilkenny in the
She took a deep breath as the shivers
rolled down her hot body… Jaysus, she
thought. The vicks is kicking in now!
Come on! Pump it hard.. Real hard! But
it was no use the tyre was definitely
He asked if she could handle more
than one finger. She said she preferred
Hob Nobs or a purple snack with
‘Spread ’em’, he said gruffly. Margie
looked dolefully at the bags of fertilizer
destined for the back field.