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Darling lashed out at me
Ter zolupuyu in p ... here,
And then she got it
And drove me in the ass.
I wanted to argue
Well I # sing sing,
But from this twist
Sperm splattered in an instant.
***
I asked for a loved one
Suck my n ... helper,
Her lips opened all,
And he whispers ... "I want to sleep ...
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Ter zolupuyu in p ... here,
And then she got it
And drove me in the ass.
I wanted to argue
Well I # sing sing,
But from this twist
Sperm splattered in an instant.
***
I asked for a loved one
Suck my n ... helper,
Her lips opened all,
And he whispers ... "I want to sleep ...
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Three maidens, taking wine,
They sat for a drink by the window.
Drank vodka with beer
And, as usual, chatted -
Who would you like to be,
And how easier life is to live.
The conversation was banal,
Quasi-semi-sexy.
The girls are all like picking up -
Crap Chernomor,
All used his brothers sea
In the trash would ...
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They sat for a drink by the window.
Drank vodka with beer
And, as usual, chatted -
Who would you like to be,
And how easier life is to live.
The conversation was banal,
Quasi-semi-sexy.
The girls are all like picking up -
Crap Chernomor,
All used his brothers sea
In the trash would ...
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"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 she appeared ...
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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 she appeared ...
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Ebor gently strokes the dick
Maiden, cooing her sweetly,
So that, lying without alarm,
Spreading her legs wider,
And a wonderful p: hell
Would play with elda.
That has long been sticking out
And shines with gold.
The maiden is very glad
Removes all obstacles
Moving as far as possible,
And removing all constipation,
WITH...
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Maiden, cooing her sweetly,
So that, lying without alarm,
Spreading her legs wider,
And a wonderful p: hell
Would play with elda.
That has long been sticking out
And shines with gold.
The maiden is very glad
Removes all obstacles
Moving as far as possible,
And removing all constipation,
WITH...
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Snake Gorynych three-headed
There was also a three-x # yvy -
But not everyone knew it,
Only those who are f # al.
And there were a lot of such -
He often girls tyril,
To have fun a day or two
With a favorite p # zdoy.
He was not a villain at all,
Just had the reputation of being an adulterer
And envious ...
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There was also a three-x # yvy -
But not everyone knew it,
Only those who are f # al.
And there were a lot of such -
He often girls tyril,
To have fun a day or two
With a favorite p # zdoy.
He was not a villain at all,
Just had the reputation of being an adulterer
And envious ...
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Tired of life fun,
The count appeared in his native enclave,
Hoping to secretly doing nothing
Will save from dirty melodramas.
In the morning glorious maid
Comes naked into the office,
And even as a Lezbian:
"Excuse me, Count, take a blow job ..."
The graph boredom reduces cheekbones:
"Oh my god...
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The count appeared in his native enclave,
Hoping to secretly doing nothing
Will save from dirty melodramas.
In the morning glorious maid
Comes naked into the office,
And even as a Lezbian:
"Excuse me, Count, take a blow job ..."
The graph boredom reduces cheekbones:
"Oh my god...
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June 30, 2001, 12: 30– 13:50, t = 33 oC
(Readings on
Piazza Chinechita in Rome)
I write again about life mate
Forgetting propriety and shame,
My words are not diplomats
And to all who have learned to live ...
My uncle was with a fad, right,
Although e # still he could
But I chose the best ...
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June 30, 2001, 12: 30– 13:50, t = 33 oC
(Readings on
Piazza Chinechita in Rome)
I write again about life mate
Forgetting propriety and shame,
My words are not diplomats
And to all who have learned to live ...
My uncle was with a fad, right,
Although e # still he could
But I chose the best ...
Read more →