The night is short The clouds are sleeping, But a spy creeps into my pants Playful your hand ... After anxiety Pulled the trigger And enter into combat readiness Without you, I simply would not be able to. Though I am almost a stranger with you - - You and my friend made a cock. And his like You wish again ... We will understand each other - You know the reception: Without a word Charm with your mouth. We maybe Let's be friends, But today, I really can’t Eight times your flame pour ... Someone is coming: “Everything, our turn!” I have to leave you, dear, - - There is a whole platoon behind the doors.
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(excerpts from the story of Victor Barkov, "Winter will come ...")
It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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I am deeply pessimistic now:
organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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Fallen leaves, slightly wet from the raid of autumn sadness, rustle quietly under their feet.
"Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh", - whispers of its steps shuffling. the rustle of my go in the tenderness of the melting forest.
Yes, this is our hour, our day, our long-term honeymoon.
She is...
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"Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh", - whispers of its steps shuffling. the rustle of my go in the tenderness of the melting forest.
Yes, this is our hour, our day, our long-term honeymoon.
She is...
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The sky was burning down a fire
And the sun is a hot ball
I also threw my red look
On scrofulous leaf fall.
A swarm of leaves, like a scattering of stars,
Hid an abandoned churchyard,
Sometimes clinging to crosses - -
For the signs of eternal silence ...
Between the collapsed graves,
Completely out of my power
Lay in ...
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And the sun is a hot ball
I also threw my red look
On scrofulous leaf fall.
A swarm of leaves, like a scattering of stars,
Hid an abandoned churchyard,
Sometimes clinging to crosses - -
For the signs of eternal silence ...
Between the collapsed graves,
Completely out of my power
Lay in ...
Read more →