Pure filth
Coz she's a walking talking.. living d..
It’s not even worth asking whether she takes it up the arse.
Because she fucking well does.
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Balls deep in Carol’s shite pipe when she starts listing the benefits of an equity release scheme she’s shilling for on itv3 daytime. Horrific.
Talking dirty. Like it.
Target audience and all that 
Can imagine Funky living the dream in that scenario
Doing the end of the Countdown clock as you blow your load
Easy pink or tricky brown?
The countdown conundrum
Vowel or a consonant? Voderman says seductively, as she points to her pipes. Grant’s voice quivering “consonant please carol”
Always been a vowel man myself.
Ergh, Carol Vorderman was never it.
I’d have been asking Rachel Riley for an ‘O’.
The bants vacuum is in the house!
hugopal they’d both tell you to fuck off pal.
Any red-blooded male turning his nose up at a specimen like Vorderman has got to face the possibility that they may be borderline retarded and/or at the very least a flaming homosexual who just goes wild when Job Jobse plays ‘Small Town Boy’ for the 6th time in his set. There’s just no excuse.
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I do wonder how far her tits fall when the clasp is cracked open. Thinking they could even touch down on terra firma.
LT42 not sure you would have her to yourself in the boudoir. Likely you would be joined by some bloke called ‘Diesel’ that she met in Negril and would be forced into some weird DP action where your balls constantly rattle against his while she recites quadratic equations during the vinegars. Grim.
Her children must be extremely proud to learn of this 6 way fuck circle. Go mum!