Gherkin

Fear the revenge of the gherkin!

“Even my gherkin is sorry, and it didn't talk shit about anybody," persists Adrian. The edge of Titus's mouth quivers in laughter.

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned, lying big-time as his finger played in my sudsy pussy. “Say please,” he ordered, taking my hand to circle around his gherkin.

His gherkin was doing the tent dance, and he couldn't have been prouder.