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Involuntarily mind succumbed to passion
And the heart has lost its tact
I became a hostage fantasy
I breathe and hear the moan of the soul
Ogony envy of passion
Oh, this feeling is not worse than passion
As the weapon of love creeps towards you
Love and lust messenger
The moment is different and you are in my power
And your thighs bloomed
Like morning daisies
I attached to you
Like a bumblebee in a flower
Gently sting planted
So that your flower irrigated
Every penetration of my sting
Accompanied by a ringing moan
Love and ...
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Involuntarily mind succumbed to passion
And the heart has lost its tact
I became a hostage fantasy
I breathe and hear the moan of the soul
Ogony envy of passion
Oh, this feeling is not worse than passion
As the weapon of love creeps towards you
Love and lust messenger
The moment is different and you are in my power
And your thighs bloomed
Like morning daisies
I attached to you
Like a bumblebee in a flower
Gently sting planted
So that your flower irrigated
Every penetration of my sting
Accompanied by a ringing moan
Love and ...
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One of the usual days, I returned home from work. Down in the subway, I sat in the corner of the last car. It was quite late, because there were almost no people in the subway. I fell asleep as soon as the train started moving. My sleep was tender, I heard when the stops were announced, and when the train slowed down. But suddenly a phenomenon incomprehensible to me for these circumstances arose: it seemed to me that I was cool below the belt, but after the coolness, I felt the warmth of touch. At first I thought it was a dream. Having thought it over ...
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