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Sometimes it happens - I sing
From the stage weary blues
And so get to the taste,
What bryzhat streams of dick!
And female viewers
Being in the hall then
Involuntarily shovel under the hem,
Where is wet from the buzz cunt!
Such is the power of art:
Fuck the whole room with no problems
And even though not ...
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From the stage weary blues
And so get to the taste,
What bryzhat streams of dick!
And female viewers
Being in the hall then
Involuntarily shovel under the hem,
Where is wet from the buzz cunt!
Such is the power of art:
Fuck the whole room with no problems
And even though not ...
Read more →
They are afraid to let all those who wish to sleep with me -
I have no reason, and many know it.
Someone is ashamed of life's actions, but not me ... not only in this, I have the answer.
I know many "blasphemous" examples
when an arrogant youngster il "queen"
went to bed together to sleep in ...
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I have no reason, and many know it.
Someone is ashamed of life's actions, but not me ... not only in this, I have the answer.
I know many "blasphemous" examples
when an arrogant youngster il "queen"
went to bed together to sleep in ...
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Kulkova Tatiana was dragged from work
She vegetated in a constable scientific research institute.
She had children, with cooking care,
Fussing about the housework, bathrobe, hair curlers.
She walked with a string bag full of bugs,
She grieved: “The burden of problems is choking, damn it!
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She vegetated in a constable scientific research institute.
She had children, with cooking care,
Fussing about the housework, bathrobe, hair curlers.
She walked with a string bag full of bugs,
She grieved: “The burden of problems is choking, damn it!
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In the storm of passion and kissing
From loud moans and moans
In the plea: More, More: More!
He penetrated deeper into it.
She screamed and prayed.
And when she finished - thanked!
Exhausted sofa subsided
And this humble verse was born.
Behind the wall is a poor borzopist,
Witness these hellish ...
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From loud moans and moans
In the plea: More, More: More!
He penetrated deeper into it.
She screamed and prayed.
And when she finished - thanked!
Exhausted sofa subsided
And this humble verse was born.
Behind the wall is a poor borzopist,
Witness these hellish ...
Read more →
Autumn evening, hotel “Solitude”, room 102.
I'm lonely and sick. Sensation as if hundreds of sharp needles were pierced into the heart.
The body burns boiling water. I am lying in an expensive ceramic bath with a razor in my hand. Steamy penis high heaves above the water surface. I feel...
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I'm lonely and sick. Sensation as if hundreds of sharp needles were pierced into the heart.
The body burns boiling water. I am lying in an expensive ceramic bath with a razor in my hand. Steamy penis high heaves above the water surface. I feel...
Read more →