Reborn, reborn in me, no more not. Plasmarei past and future, with the air of my old-new nationality. Returns old writings, spoken with the same passion but duplicates as security to do what they ask me the entrails. Vulva, gorse, Pussy, brooms, not always subtleties. Welcome to crazy to know that they are never speak only for me, I need to answer .... respostádeme, contradecídeme, louvádeme, icylau experienced by my eyes ... crucificádeme, but no, I never forget.
Sometimes dreams are projected on weekends absurd, we think that there is nothing to be looking for, when you really wish all. Salts with intent to forget the world, do not lie, your world, but really you want to know that you also feel ... but usually do not, or do not like you think. After a day of euphoria defective icylau returns to leave, can not think of all the time the same, just a twinge acute hourly. You find old messes bed, good, find yourself an old bedroll, but not dare to speak, What if you do not remember? Looking at your other self all the time, but your candidate I see another girl with the gift. Ris exaggerates laughter not to remember that the night is not as expected; besides your phone still does not sound really something already changed, and if he does not come you did not go. Back at the house becomes the odyssey of silliness, but well into the afternoon deitarte get a comfortable bed, yet closes his eyes sadly, did not call, you probably do not. Three hours after listening ... and view the phone hoping to find your mother, but not equivocácheste, showed signs of life, says he wants to see you, touch you, bicarte, hold you, sleep with you and masturbate. Sand, but with a touch of sadness lifted. Other two hours after ringing the bell, opening the door look at it, Aled see you, embrace it, does not say it, but you know I was afraid, when you said you would go the increase, and was afraid to lose their powder with honey, or even you. As always put a film, you're going to make dinner while you are in the worktop hear his steps, approaches, know what is behind you but not from the back, just wait for your embrace, and when it does finally .. .Peace. Suddenly puts her hand inside your pants and your pants, yes, take him today, and masturbate when you are very excited and kiss you turned frantically, it does tocarvos, desabotóaslle pants and lowers your, tours and he obrígate to support you on the table. But just want to play, and retórceste Ximes after provoke penetrate for a while, icylau and facédelo there ... standing on your back, jade below ... there are people at home. Without more just, it does not take long after vertirvos, bicádesvos. But come the sweet and your gray leaves, lain and I sleep, this time ... without thinking.
It is our right, it is our duty
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