"Pencil I scored tight - I will treat any friend. This is not a coil at all, This is a little gun. This is the mouth and the carriage, These are two shells, Now parquet will take off - Mom will be glad! I scored a charge in the gun, And he will not get out of there " Gun, V. Kaner

I wrote poems with an effort

But suddenly there was a girlfriend

Perched on her knees

And pressed her breast to the wall.

There is no time for poems:

But rather b before cowards

I get my hand

And with n # zdoy play.

But let's not rush,

Let the more excited,

So the pants are soaked through

And stuck to the sweet # ne.

So that the process will go soon,

Having dispersed n # zdy that that dream,

Breast pull out of her bra,

Wrapping them "pet."

(And we attach them "pet")

And from their gentle friction

X # y felt burning.

Immediately the whole changed

And zolupoy lit up.

And the whole friend shines,

And, like a miracle, x # y looks:

This is not a toy at all,

And almost live gun!

This is the trunk, but the carriage,

All dressed with hair

And below the bag of shells.

And sticks out, as in a parade -

That will be shelling,

If you put under the scope!

And gives the command: "To battle,

Just now I will wash you! ”

And taking the whole trunk into his mouth,

Language mercilessly rubs

To the whole gun shone

Before you paste boldly.

At the same time, the gauge will increase

And sustainability will raise.

After this preparation

No need for disguise.

You can even take off your skirt,

Or easier, up lift up,

Exposing the abdomen and thighs

All with desire and cheerfully.

And p # zda really all out

Under the pants just a puddle,

Caplet right on the floor -

Would not pinned a neighbor.

And grabbing my neck,

So something crunched,

She fell on the sofa

And to face p # zda appeared:

In the glitter and all in trembling

From the desires raging in her -

Lips to the sides are stretched,

Exposing the entrance wide open,

And the pearl burns over it

The clitoris is red-pearl.

And inside the volcano rages,

And from the depths nectar flows,

Spilling on the bed

Glorious e # whether flavors.

And here all pipes began to sing

And her legs soared upwards.

So now direct sight

Dolby that gun right in the mouth.

X # st plunged into # I am tight,

Deep, not at all rude.

But a friend jumped,

Banging uterus on zolupe,

The carriage almost broke through

And all the shells are not beaten.

And so I went to the bomb,

That the barrel nearly died -

So they beat him tight,

What will not get out of there.

But we have reached delights

So mom will be glad!

And this is so, just for fun ...