Darts as swords, cudgels me gently on the chest every night we play mad ..
words interspersed with supiros and whipping in the ass .. Lips
bite me and kill me, I suck and bleed, which I boiled and unleashed ..
Kisses, his prose prohibited between my teeth, cursed poems there in your lips, stroking breaking my back .. And
insanity instinct was walking companion travel, and I come back here waiting for you with it ..
And but I get into your bag and show up wherever you want, if you have a little bit, if you fancy a while partner organizations
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film session today .. long wanted to see .. and I tell you that =) to start the week right!
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