One night a lady was also my bedside Poetry

One night, a woman was at my bedside. One night, she destroyed me. She said that her lust had turned. She was rebellious. She could not bear it. Be the victim of my command, because the slaves, after that, become a worm. The right mouth is warm and soft on it. My nerves got the better of him. I stretched my cock in his beloved, he smiled happily, on the other hand, on the contrary, and the photos of people are always very narrow, and it is not so tight and well-shaped that the devotees' breasts turn outwards and out of their other shells, I said, Wow, give birth to a cow. I pulled my cock out of my mouth. Fat sighed inside him and shouted as if he had hit us with a knife. I did not do it, I took my own cock, sprinkle it in front of him. My water gradually turned towards him. Until I saw him, he told a young child that he had given up living and had built a good life with his wife.