She was poured down in my orifice like a jack Daniels, but believe me i wasn't Conny enough to let go the smack of her.
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The Taciturn Words I Bleed
RandomHe bleeds taciturn words. He hold's a pen full of blaze and a book of flares. He writes , to escape reality. He lived in two different world. He breathe with the nature. He don't speaks much . He speaks through writing. For he bleeds theTaciturn wor...
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She was poured down in my orifice like a jack Daniels, but believe me i wasn't Conny enough to let go the smack of her.
