Life in carnivorous forms
I love how I sobas the buttock.
The taste squeeze a transparent, natural, subtle but porno.
With your fingers warm and eager to round into the shape of a cherry.
In your face you can see the expression of taste juicy, hot, lit with just bury your nails into my skin voluptuous parties. Could
let you missed the whole day there, kneading, squeezing, squeezing into particles of flesh and desire, cheese pulling me through the pores, giving me spankings with his tongue, full of curiosity, making me the way you want.
I would love to break an arm.
At every moment, minute, second no talk, well, just after desbaratarte to spit the ecstasy of our mouths. And to throw the laughter, kisses, bites, rinse it with the folly of life of the soul, being in a dream and spasms. But always going to fuck you and fuck you with love and tenderness of a femme Nikita mounted on the spirits of the forest a wild horse.
I've become carnivorous.
I want to rip my leg muscles, hang yourself in delusions, masturbation, mutual endured while sperm that form the shapes of our meat
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