The Importance of Gills

Bella's eyes were rolling somewhere near her cranium, and Bella's fingers were entwined in lady cum. She is watching somebody smash her fish's brains out, so it might be related to that. So three, two, one, smash. It all comes out the same hole, isn't it? Right, poursums. The brain should never come out of the hole. Poursums,. Stay there, poursum. Hell, yeah, some fat. Wretched, Bella. Wretched. It's vomiting. Try who. Just then, as the sizzle of trout hitting butter plus heat, I thought it was carp. Not so common a carp.