the whole of our pilgrimage was home to the tram, which dogs are piece arrived at the beach well before we expected and from there all we did was drink drink and drink. also good swim, the water was freezing but when I managed to relax the sphincter that was beginning to heat up xD
things I remember: some conversation about Cuban Chinese pearls on the tip of the penis, Italian lessons and the hidden meaning of pillar cacho ...
bad things get home and realize that you're losing red blood cells ... you make a loss you do not have numbers but you sound much, and when you call to see who your ex is crying to speak again fuck the things contigo.esas
0 comments:
Post a Comment