Crossing through the skirt,
To bed like a pilot for a ram!
Six -pound pigeon,
Typhoon and passion hurricane.
I’m waiting and enjoying the look,
Lazily stroke my pussy.
Ah, good! What a pity
You can’t see all at once:
My brother was planted and there will be!
Drawing on the go,
And without an eject and prelude,
I drive into a languid pussy
Your own, long -habitual,
Reliable, strong tool.
The girl is groaning, excellent,
And freezes at the time!
Then, responsive and large
She will begin to wave:
In the meantime, affectionately and trumpet
Sopys above the ear. My turn
Get it a little head,
Tickle along soft lips
Grunt and deftly
In the clitoris: enough! Zamu!!!
The bed is a stormite, the springs are whistling
And even the floor below creaks!
He is happy who is not looking for pussies,
And who does not run from happiness.
But the work is of little use
Boistering the ear, eye
Shame on me if this chick
Will not be able to finish a couple of times:
Kisses, groans an infection,
When I move, right to the bottom:
But I have already lowered twice,
She will not finish, no horseradish!!!
With such an elastic, cool ass,
Doesn’t want cancer, just laughter!
Well, I’ll find a window to Europe,
That, in vain I finished Polytech?!
Here we throw the legs on the shoulders
Wider thighs, EP MOTHER!
What we don’t ask, we will not ask,
We will get without demand.
NO-e, ass is cool,
You can’t take this right away
Mark the blue is dear,
Go! On eggs! Good!!!
I so wanted to scream,
I was trembling between my legs,
Yes, so that the ears are laid
And the ceiling collapsed:
To make it sweet, it hurt,
So that the chick, lying on the back:
She just grunted enough,
And again he waves to me!!!
In, damn it, ends! Clothing!
It went, the bodies are shaking.
And something reminds me
Tight, brown braid!
Now fucking in two holes,
She is mine, the process has gone.
Put it with cancer, disgrace:
Well, how good it is!
Sliding with sweat and flood,
Here is the buzz! Work, at least where!
And Malofya oozes the ass,
And the pussy
…
Grabbing a break,
One hundred grams, and nothing e,
I rush like a boulder from a cliff,
Fuck like God, I growl like a lion.
In a fit of sex intestination,
Stubbornly – from night to morning,
I give you orgasms,
Like black coal « on the mountain »!
You are good, my joy,
I won’t find such a god!
But I need such a woman,
Just a couple of times a year
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