Anxiety that still shakes the sexy movie Shame and maybe fear and
Disbelief presses hard on your heart, how long have you waited. What hours all your sexy visual capital,
Everybody saves your dreams on gambling
You auctioned this moment. In this first call, you will find out how long a second is and go through a wajib.
How anxious is the distance between me and the heat of tension. But you can
Walking and softly rubbing your breasts to that body full of desire. The distances are over and B.
That Kos himself understands that peace has taken over your whole being in seconds
You think later, your whole life was wasted, but now you know what it means to lose weight!
You are approaching desirable, the strange feeling of curiosity in your hands, Iran, sex, longing for conquest
The whole land is in tension. City to city and alley to alley. Like a great conqueror who sees his homeland in front of him after a great leisure, you drown every bit of tension in the soil. No, you are not a conqueror, you think for a moment, maybe you are blind, that healing is the touch of a stress shirt. Yes, that's what greedily urges you to kiss, kiss and caress whatever it is. You pull yourself calm so that maybe this garment will be right on your body, you want everyone. Just like a shirt that should cover your whole body. You have to wear it or maybe you should. Now that it is all in front of you, now that you can live only the moment without worrying about the future, you understand why they say you should live in the moment. How long does it take? How many? How long does it take for these evil thoughts to come to you again to worry about the future? Maybe this is your first chance. Your hand, however, asks for your help to release these demons into the fire of Ahura. How long ago? An hour maybe. You think again. This time the devil enters through the window of the past, how long has it been? How many years have passed since you wanted this body? How useless you may have wasted your life. No, this time the tension struggle kills the devil's sedition. He wants to take off his glory, in order to show you the glory and beauty of his restless breasts, sitting on a defeated body. Adam's forbidden apples may be these two, you raise your hand to be a posterior child for Adam, you reach out to pick those two forbidden apples. Touching it takes you to the distant past, the very distant, where myth is. You say to yourself: how could the devil, expelled from heaven, deceive the person living in heaven? How far can he go to deceive his breasts! But your gaze, which is staring at the unceasing movement of the two and caressing your hand on the forbidden fruits of man, draws you to a deceptive blush that you may be lost there. You gently pull the branches of tension towards you and put your lips on that deceptive red and taste what Adam tasted and became wise, he became God. All of a sudden, the whole being catches fire from that red, oh my God, is this the fire that has promised to slaughter humans for centuries? Is this the fire whose promise is the cause of all the wars in the world? Your body is burning, your lips are on fire, but how cold your body needs this promised fire. Your breaths are numbered but the number is out of count, how many times did you breathe? And how many times did you breathe? Is not every soul a life? So you become a voice with a soul that sighs life with joy on your face with every movement. How many times have you breathed? What does it matter? The important thing is that the soul beside you, of enthusiasm, neither knows nor knows what it does. Your hands are behind these breaths, these sighs, these passions, but they are not yet irrigated by the science of digging, you dig all over your body, all over every corner of your land, from the plain full of red tulips to the bare desert of your breasts. You think to yourself, who made you love? Kian have played you, love, that you enchant every series like this? You surrender yourself to this desirable body from all the turbulence of the seas that you have been drowning in, this lifeboat in which you will find all the passion for salvation. You surrender yourself to him and you throw all your body at him from behind all your breaths and you leave your tired body to the calm of your lifeboat. He asks: Oh, how are you, the drowning of the angry waves of all goodness? You say: O desirable body, O love. Who made you? Kian has played? He asks: Like Adam, has not regret replaced all the longing to taste the forbidden fruit in your being? I wish all the regrets of the world were so sweet and I wish all of them were so desirable. The devil is coming again, until when? How long will this continue? Isn't this the last chance to be the first? Oh my dear devil, how beautiful you are in this moment and how eager I am to be deceived by you this time! Yes, I will be deceived by you and I will live the moment without worrying about the future. I again mobilize the army of my hands in command of my lips to conquer all the lands of tension.
