Oh, god, don’t move, you’ll fucking make me blow it right here!!”
“She smiled hugely at him and mercifully sat still, but kept grinding her hips in small circles as he tried to regain his composure. How are you getting there tomorrow anyway?” he asked, hoping this also was not his responsibility
. She finished her legs and sat up tall, placing her hands on her knees matter-of-factly.
. What is the content
And then there is the misery of being
That which we are
Cannot be dormant
The body rises
The eyes cannot see anything
The intensity of being
That which we feel for each other
The inescapable fact of existence
Do we mock it
Do we go other places
There are children.
Ariella Ferrera .
Emerson said: “I know” and now his hand was on my bare leg, more rubbing. “Touch me more
. My legs were getting weak and I moved into him
Oh, god, don’t move, you’ll fucking make me blow it right here!!”
“She smiled hugely at him and mercifully sat still, but kept grinding her hips in small circles as he tried to regain his composure. How are you getting there tomorrow anyway?” he asked, hoping this also was not his responsibility
. She finished her legs and sat up tall, placing her hands on her knees matter-of-factly.
. What is the content
And then there is the misery of being
That which we are
Cannot be dormant
The body rises
The eyes cannot see anything
The intensity of being
That which we feel for each other
The inescapable fact of existence
Do we mock it
Do we go other places
There are children.
Ariella Ferrera .
Emerson said: “I know” and now his hand was on my bare leg, more rubbing. “Touch me more
. My legs were getting weak and I moved into him
Oh, god, don’t move, you’ll fucking make me blow it right here!!”
“She smiled hugely at him and mercifully sat still, but kept grinding her hips in small circles as he tried to regain his composure. How are you getting there tomorrow anyway?” he asked, hoping this also was not his responsibility
. She finished her legs and sat up tall, placing her hands on her knees matter-of-factly.
. What is the content
And then there is the misery of being
That which we are
Cannot be dormant
The body rises
The eyes cannot see anything
The intensity of being
That which we feel for each other
The inescapable fact of existence
Do we mock it
Do we go other places
There are children.
Ariella Ferrera .
Emerson said: “I know” and now his hand was on my bare leg, more rubbing. “Touch me more
. My legs were getting weak and I moved into him
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