the silent telephone. As one would live there in the flesh. But dumb. I pretend to nothing. I insist. Pass the time and me. Then the day ends, a piece of night, I fall asleep and dream alone.
dream.
My house. The master bedroom, blue sheets, the shutter down, the sun comes in strips and even a little warm air, it must be summer, no, but something that looks like. As in recent days. This spring, indecent off-season that it thrills of my bangs. You're naked, you have a wrinkled shirt that tastes good clear open front and the little hairs, two necklaces, rattling against each other and play. Keep a tight red dress hidden in a hand like a rag. I threw it. Put it!
My house. The master bedroom, blue sheets, the shutter down, the sun comes in strips and even a little warm air, it must be summer, no, but something that looks like. As in recent days. This spring, indecent off-season that it thrills of my bangs. You're naked, you have a wrinkled shirt that tastes good clear open front and the little hairs, two necklaces, rattling against each other and play. Keep a tight red dress hidden in a hand like a rag. I threw it. Put it!
I wear, I support you, trim me, is very small, but it falls on all sides, flapping, has thin straps, and two small triangles for two mini boobs, and behind his back, is completely uncovered, there is a long strap that maybe you should tie it somewhere, you let him stay there instead of me hanging between his legs. It is the short short dress, but where is that you found?!, barely covers her ass, is a bit 'on the trapeze, I do a barefoot around on the bed, it turns out half a crooked wheel, I fell, the skirt is completely covered with mirror squares that shine, it seems a mosaic, the fragments are silvery reflections on the wall, on you and everywhere. And this thing, there is no reason, but it makes you laugh. My ass is like a silver ball with a club that runs the 70 turns and lights up the room, and tell me also ... you're a nice Day!
Then take the strap that is always there hanging and I rub it between her thighs, I just reach and pull hard, and the strap gets wet pussy and you juices, Salata!, And then I figs hands inside, deep down, searching, and while digging and circles, with the other hand spanks me, I lift the dress I also take the piss and mirrors that shine, shine forever, blinds you, the blink eyes, is a frown, I'm on all fours, holding my head still, I try to turn around because you want to kiss.
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