Oh, what a beauty see I every morning,
A splash of fire on the pillow burning,
A sleepy miracle of the disheveled hair,
With warmth of woman's body in the air;
The lover's bravest dreams nightmare,
Voluptuousness tortures and despair,
She gives delicious food for tortures,
A lot of fun for those mirrow watchers!
Morning nightmare
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Свидетельство о публикации №124110402018
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