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In the quarries, where there is no light
Devils are fucked from winter to summer.
They are silently, because they have nothing to talk about
Only moan and groan like a human being.
Fuck in the ass, because they have no pussy,
Sometimes feeling weak erection.
Then dick raise, resorting to a blowjob,
The truth is much sweat ...
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Devils are fucked from winter to summer.
They are silently, because they have nothing to talk about
Only moan and groan like a human being.
Fuck in the ass, because they have no pussy,
Sometimes feeling weak erection.
Then dick raise, resorting to a blowjob,
The truth is much sweat ...
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I once sat, shit on the toilet,
Inhaling the aroma of rectal masses.
And, as always, I thought about Shimyle *,
Whose ass, that is sraka - the highest class.
Then a boy of twelve came to shit.
Stroking his back, as if by the rump,
“Spread your ass,” I said, “kid.”
And getting up with a jolt ...
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Inhaling the aroma of rectal masses.
And, as always, I thought about Shimyle *,
Whose ass, that is sraka - the highest class.
Then a boy of twelve came to shit.
Stroking his back, as if by the rump,
“Spread your ass,” I said, “kid.”
And getting up with a jolt ...
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A candle is burning inside you
And the wax drops are hot
Flow down sweet tear
On the lips ... just do not scream
Blouse edge raised to the top
And the bra, strapped from the chest
Opened a fabulous expanse
Where my two hands wander
Pants down to his knees
Opening curly tubercle
Madly paw ...
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And the wax drops are hot
Flow down sweet tear
On the lips ... just do not scream
Blouse edge raised to the top
And the bra, strapped from the chest
Opened a fabulous expanse
Where my two hands wander
Pants down to his knees
Opening curly tubercle
Madly paw ...
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In a strong always powerless to blame:
Tom in History we hear the darkness of examples
But we do not write stories;
But about how in the fables they say.
***
On a hot day the lamb came to the stream to wash;
And I need to happen,
What about those places with smoking smoke Prowling Wolf.
Lamb ...
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Tom in History we hear the darkness of examples
But we do not write stories;
But about how in the fables they say.
***
On a hot day the lamb came to the stream to wash;
And I need to happen,
What about those places with smoking smoke Prowling Wolf.
Lamb ...
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