Sexy Colors

eme of virginity. I wiggle and figure, still, play unobnoxiously above that thin cover between sober and real kink. That is alright, I add to myself

akedness feel aspired about th

gale is blowing up in discomfort, but anything except the pipes down and us, snuggling, there is no such a choice. My spine is exploring his hot sheets and hands of fully lipped zone

and some scribble-worth pencil-made scripts and just a juicy memory of unprudent. Or else, step near the actual stamps, the blackness, and get exceptionally dangerously hurt, I have been alw

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dering, my hands are almost broken in red stains. I pinch up, on my barefoot and see myself, embarrassedly nude and stitching to causeways around the bed's top, lots of pillows and messy sheets, covered in some drips of fucking whorety. I don't find h

h air and me time to time, trying to keep the snaps in place. Long hair, streamy,

ally. Plates of sophisticated systems and an incurable luxe, which actually found me so bored ev

nd dark appearance, run from freaky post-fuc

kness. The maze is infinite. I reach curtains and re

dfall in his bare trust. I check everywhere, hunch, and seek for proves, for a stranger, that fucked me and I so enjoyed it, whose name remains a ruin, on the dis

as well as to understand I have finally opened the vault. but lamel

ched I foolish myself. The door is pretty closed and only a seep of other luxe, penetrates inside, to the hidden kingdom, of sweet, delicious blo

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right, but the sarcastic, whisky barfer is nowhere to be found. I shudder and spine-str

am up to

rk and roll my eyes.

ned and delight is dispersed

fucki

lurry enjoy sun rays piling up in the corner gloom. The chemical ponderi

, think

never walking normally, I stagger angrily to

ber

all anger and frustration to contaranswering this abnormal of

syllable looking braver and illustrated rough. I

ng-like voice and baby-manly curves, ethereally fluid touch, and tingling genitals. His eyes green are blazing-scanning and shouting fire from disappointment. He has clutc

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of yellow, I am retrieved to wordless, a bit of core, is s

with a potion of darted tongues. I darted on target like hours ago, and the only obsession is now turning perilous like a swift drink, aside bed and reading some good fucking playboy mag'. Low eyes and patiently f

wing and holding the curvy hand of

of these. A long pinned X that goes down that sweet ass. The bottom of the tattoo seems blurry. It is actually the first time that I am seeing it, hung and some defective scars a

be maimed and hurt. I give a flash oh

hined like two perfect

Oh

osed photographs. Finalement ...Rings of diaries, diaries smelling good field daisies and chemical flushing lemon juice, piercing carelessly down wet hair, which hired me in place as a dirty secretary waits for some great spanking and serious crack upon ass disturbance. I feel flaky and fre

jeans meant to say, anyway... The closest peak on the air and mount Everest has already bullied my top. Bu

econds bad and worse. I writhe and remove under a thin tip the flash drops. Water is fr

deth, negative and irate, zound of convulsion and a dirty package of honorable don't touch what is not yo

d collect hands under hips. He smi

ound my stuff or I will

of bloody water. And negativity warms my spine, right ya? He seemed impulsive and comp

itude being more graceful and his as pretty as a picture Dor

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and kissing, the lion's voice is sugar soft, like once again drunkard altitude and colossal clou

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my shit dry lips over and over again, bitful and creamy. Angelic bites and forehead of his foreboded, his huge muscular barbie doll planning a multiplying sa

th the flow and the