Tuesday, March 20, 2007

How Do You Get Rid Of Curves

Essence


The pain passes quickly gives way to unfair pleasure, desire shakes his head.

I feel undermine the conscience and my sea is overflowing, my soul is similar to a track on which I proceed straight watching my certainties fall. I hear him coming.

you who lead me the voracity of a beast without shame.

I feel you steal any of my mouth, liquefaction and sniff. You prefer to watch blossom, expand, and wither and die on the stem that irritates me but I did not leave empty.

prisoner, exhausted by a desire tyrant, you promise me crying.

The wax smells each step and leaves me torn.

Scortica the corners of the lips and I dig the womb, mindless and selfish There are no barriers between my folds and my ravines, I will open up in the cries of suffering.

I feel shaken to the source, invariably give me form, the taste that makes me feel greedy. I get lost.

front of the vents cleaned, the surrounding hills, the scarred buttocks, You make me mercenary.

I feel particular wax on my lips and my meat instead of contracting, shine, let it expand. Each entry is my tender, swollen and gets wet, You make me hot. Attacked by the vice an orgasm that I get drunk.

My thoughts lurk screams, the most sublime of infamy, and I feel you, my overflow from the inside. My pussy is fine, my lips pulsating beats. Under your hand is going and make me an accomplice of a meat capricious.

From my legs to the face that comes over me, You hit me, and I do love incest with an eager puppy.

Like a fool, eradicate the enjoyment out of my skin, as ruthless as a flash I cried tears involuntary.

You upsets me, and nothing else matters, only contraction every subject and every hollow sound which I implore you: I still want.

As the water on the fire, his tongue to punish me, I collapse, I devastate the sex and enslaved me to tears the manifestation of pleasure.

I feel my clitoris lay on the index and includes support it, you got me and my stiff me tired.

restlessness bring me the heart to bursting.

Change my language and my chain of thought as a child when you make me swear a promise pure consciousness:

My Lord

sgomentami heart

cleanse my sex Essence.




(A Michael)


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