You were lying on the bed -
Well, you had on it.
You lay on the piano -
They took you on it and fought.
And yesterday in the car
You have been loved five times ...
Is it rain, cold, heat though
you will still be fucked
Because there are no rhymes
Better than a sonnet to a blowjob.
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- I do not know what to do. Jane, is it possible to fuck in a dream coming? - Yes, sir!...
“It turns out that flying is easy. You just need to push off the edges of the bed.
and in a moment be somewhere near you. "
Louis Sepúlveda ... - However, if you are tired ... - I stretched out with a feeling of disappointment, knowingly anticipating your reaction, - we will postpone the performance for another time. - Well, I do not! - Hastened to insert you.
I just smiled ...
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“It turns out that flying is easy. You just need to push off the edges of the bed.
and in a moment be somewhere near you. "
Louis Sepúlveda ... - However, if you are tired ... - I stretched out with a feeling of disappointment, knowingly anticipating your reaction, - we will postpone the performance for another time. - Well, I do not! - Hastened to insert you.
I just smiled ...
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I remember that Jenny was promised a tattoo long ago, right? So, Michael finally got to the implementation of this venture.
For today's session, they put on you - creating a contrast - white stockings with elastic: not so thick, but not as thin as weightless, as usual. Rather translucent. And a white bra without cups, raising high up open breasts when you stand upright on your feet, but now just framing swollen hemispheres and ...
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For today's session, they put on you - creating a contrast - white stockings with elastic: not so thick, but not as thin as weightless, as usual. Rather translucent. And a white bra without cups, raising high up open breasts when you stand upright on your feet, but now just framing swollen hemispheres and ...
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But it began quite innocently. - Great, sir! Everything as you like! - Jane told me with a smile then.
And what the correct “top” will answer to this impudent statement? And then the answer that Jenny completely out of hand repulsed. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t listen to the owner ... - But, sir, who will explain to her then all the wrong behavior? Pained the sky beckons blue ...
Mike will explain to you. Right here ...
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And what the correct “top” will answer to this impudent statement? And then the answer that Jenny completely out of hand repulsed. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t listen to the owner ... - But, sir, who will explain to her then all the wrong behavior? Pained the sky beckons blue ...
Mike will explain to you. Right here ...
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"Do not believe the light of day
Do not believe the star of nights
Do not believe that the truth is somewhere,
But believe my love ... "
W. Shakespeare "Hamlet"
I will be your boy. By the page. Short haircut. Takes with a feather. Tight chest jacket. Top collar frill. Wide breeches in the hips. Stumpy boots made of soft leather.
Is the jacket black? And the breeches too - are you dressed in the motives of "Hamlet"? - Yes, sir!
On the bookshelf above the table is a white human skull. And he looks at us with curiosity.
(Is he)
ABOUT...
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Do not believe the star of nights
Do not believe that the truth is somewhere,
But believe my love ... "
W. Shakespeare "Hamlet"
I will be your boy. By the page. Short haircut. Takes with a feather. Tight chest jacket. Top collar frill. Wide breeches in the hips. Stumpy boots made of soft leather.
Is the jacket black? And the breeches too - are you dressed in the motives of "Hamlet"? - Yes, sir!
On the bookshelf above the table is a white human skull. And he looks at us with curiosity.
(Is he)
ABOUT...
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In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why does he need me, a sort of scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also not at all soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we going to do both?
I came to your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you from the other, which might be near - but hardly closer now than I am so far away.
Here the play is being prepared again. Noise...
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I came to your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you from the other, which might be near - but hardly closer now than I am so far away.
Here the play is being prepared again. Noise...
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Yura, and who is this loving Jenny, or so, for example?
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Eugene, thank you. Jenny is my co-author on the Mike & Jenny project, here I have published quite a lot of our collaborative stories. Where “Mike & Jenny” is on the cover, the first author is me, and where “Jenny & Mike” is she is. It is a real girl from the Moscow region.
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