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This is a great feeling when you are together, and nothing can interfere with you, three tablespoons of sugar, and the tea is hot, like his heart. You want intimacy so, only the degree of sincerity is important; Only feelings and love are important, let it inside, so much so that to the heart is a stake. And after a hundredth times a month, you are no longer so painful, what words, flowers are here, do not sprinkle the wounds with salt. The neighbors love BDSM-Porno, and what, worse or something, bitch? Fucking louder, just think about me, I will beat in this lord like cream on top of Latt. Fragments of someone’s fate in coffee with blood in the walls of the glass is a new day, you are alive again, while, goodbye, he is again from above, well, until tomorrow. A cool moment that you and I will stretch in orbit, because this feeling is not forgotten, I hardly thought so; Please leave, do not kill all feelings, love is given to people from above. I take the words back, and you just fucking quieter. The bank is a fear, here is a romance, fucking, the best day in the world in fucking, nothing can interfere with watching the sunset, it is so affectionate, but for some reason you are pawing you again, under the series "Soldiers", when he is coffee in the morning and in bed. You close in the bathroom, he immediately breaks the door, here is an asshole! Selfharm goes into a pussy when you are together on top, side, in a way. You entertain your body, I know you better wanted, and as an X -ray, pensioners at the entrance, fucking, whore, now see you. Coffee, Kola, Honor, Coffin, Stay for the night, Sado-Mazo, Cat, Fuck your feet forward, Mom, I will stay here for the night of the HUBSOSOS company, here even a stupid understands immediately. I rub my palms into the blood from excitement, in the cradle I melted into our beloved and affectionate May, scraps of different places in the photo, selfies against the background of the sofa, cool confessions in love on the windowsill drunk. Leave all this nonsense, quickly merge all this on a personal twitter, fucking quieter, for God's sake, just do not get a red sweater. I love you so much under a hairdryer, spice, in the mountains of mix and cocktails. I hate your blasphemy, for God's sake, fuck you quieter, in fact. Stay in the last word, and for the sake of God, do not remember. Fucking you with your new one, like in a whore porn for two weeks, on the back of the bed with a knock. Here is your favorite collar, here are your photos in the preserved, bitch. And Splash in your body will pass these lines in the muddy heart. I repeat, and the words will echo "you go fucking, whore."