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Naked cunt looks like a deep scar between the legs, a wound with torn edges that cut the blade, lips, patches of meat, stick out of the scarlet scar, like shreds of torn out dick, from an elderly eunuch.
Only a hidden pedophile gets bald pussy because the kids with no hair, she always scares them that the women on the pussy have a hair that is incomprehensible to them and alien to an adult woman of beauty.
It can be seen in childhood scared the mother of “beech” of their joking and the fear they had even many years later.

Pubis covered with a soft coat looks more pleasant to the eyes and excites it more than a bald cunt, a hundred times.
Men, this is very important, femininity, the standard, because weaver exudes a pheromone that attracts the smell.
Shyly hiding under the cover of hair, at the base of the legs, the female organ, beckons men in secret, into its love chapel.

It is pleasant to touch the shaggy pubes with your hand and feel the warmth and softness of the “pie” in your palm.
Not every woman knows, although they should know about it, for what, in this place, by nature, hair is given.
No wonder they grow believe, they have a purpose, and only stupid creatures can prefer a razor.
And those who want to be healthy, for the female part of the disease, never, for the sake of fashion, will not shave hair.
There is: in each case: wind, crying, the rain, and the curtain, and the fall.
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Do not say what you are.
The arrow on the two, I can not sleep yet, It’s all because it’s hot in the chest.
My thoughts on seeing you, With passionate passion for touching loving.
That would be hugging you right now, Cuddle to your body with a blissful peace.
Hand hold for silky hair, Inhaling your smell, feel that you are drunk.

Doomed to be in these moonlit nights, Just look at me your girlish eyes.
I think quietly, sadly dream, When I really want closer to his beloved.
My dreams of coming home.
After a rest, you dial my phone.
In the phone gently whisper: “My dear, it’s me:” And in five minutes I’ll be with you.
Open the door for me on the threshold of standing, Not a second without delay, I will hug you.
When I want to say that I can not sleep anymore.
You will not let me finish, and your lips will jerk like a thread.
I am you, you are me, You are me, I am you, And playing with fate, And bathing in wine.
I bow before you on my knee, I will twist your slender legs around with my hands, like whips of vines, Burning, they will touch my palm.
Drowning in the ocean of my kisses, Like a Sidon cat, meow timidly.
And in this moment, as if in a scarlet storm, Hundreds of thousands of needles pierce your body.
Here it was in winter that Hell traveled in a train and with him in the compartment was a dude big second smaller fucking just do it as if he was a child of no food at all, and the train went from St.

Petersburg to Moscow right now I don’t remember why and why everything was quiet, Hell scratched noisy wheezing radio fucking pop music and it seemed to be there all fucked until I got up at the big pisya he sat padla excited himself suddenly got up and fucked up Hella said to get naked but he knew he was a little zhep and thought he would die from the rapid attack of a big unpleasant dick and here he is a fag fucking (snowy) He was fucked by Hella, he was born the day and the night and our hero was fucked up, said that he didn’t want his fucking but he didn’t want Hella – let her die stay alive even if the damn three-headed and then Hell regretted that he didn’t fuck school, or in the courtyard, just nowhere else would the onslaught of this fucking his achko hold back without any problems.
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