I hate the cold. Damp cold. That penetrates the bones. Firstly because if anyone gets here, well, that's me. I've got the exclusive. But inside, the homes, it is hot, even more than legal. You can be naked. With the balls scattered on the sofa. Looking Porta a Porta oramai teletrans 2, visto che teletrans 1 è Uomini e Donne. O meglio Donne e Donne (non mi venite a dire che quelli sono maschi!) presentate da una donna che parla come Natalie o Brenda (buonanima)o China, oramai li abbiamno imparati a memoria 'sti nomi. Ma tornando a Porta a Porta, anche lì, il presentatore, è un trans. Metà uomo e metà neo. La tv è sempre più una merda. Non ho altri commenti da fare. Fa perdere tempo circa le prospettive di un bel pò di chiavate. Quindi di sera esco e girovago in Buenos Aires. Nonostante il freddo un pò di figa migrante in giro c'è. Cammino col cappotto ben chiuso,il collo alto,il passo lento,lo sguardo spermatozoico. Ho un cappellino antiestetico tipo Tony Renis a Sanremo di I do not remember what year. I had seen on the Blob, not indirectly. We joke, during the Sanremo chiavatrici circulating in the streets is a pleasure. I sit at a bar on a Friday evening. Traffic neurotic and beautiful people already dilated nostril. I will not tell the faces of ass, do not know what it is that now more that have both more dilated. I order a Ceres. The waiter brings me almost immediately. He looked at me with respect. Finally a bar cock. There are three girls doing the happy hour. Eat drink at all in terms of snacks. Milan are about twenty-three. They drink a Bellini, munching olives and sfumacchiano marlboro light. A watching me constantly. I am alone. A lonely man in charge ... .. see my dick. Speaks to me and says, 'Excuse me, have a light? ". The other is, nice hat ... seriously. I observe a moment that the lighter and say: "Vladimir Putin has put a bounty on me ... I produce more heat than its shitty gas pipeline," I say. She does not understand at first. When the oxygen reaches the brain, records and sbellica bad. Her friends are also sbellicano bad. My dick is also sbellica bad. What a fucking sbellicamento general!
Patrick, pleasure, she said. Egidio, I say. Egidio seriously or married name on a mission sinful?, She said. My name is Giles and last wife that I had left me in despair. Why? She said. Why I will not settle and she never ever had a headache. And hemorrhoids irritable. Ah, I understand, is Patrick. Usually after such a dialogue, communication breaks down. Or if you stop there are good prospects for chiavaggio. Ceres another drink. I offer them. Two of them, not Patrick, say they have to go on. Patrick remains alone. And he expects me to woo. Just imagine, did not understand who he is dealing with. I drink in silence. You're always so quiet?, She said. Sometimes. When I want to hear gasps of pleasure. We listen better. Patrick blushes. He drinks his cane to Ceres. Look, Patty, I say, how about going a little bit from me. I was just thinking of something to combat insomnia. And what's better than playing cards. Maybe with the cards in Naples. Maybe a broom. Maybe the infinitive of the verb referring to the game. She stares at me intently. You're too sophisticated. I want to ask me how, I want to fuck pig. Imagine then my dick already Barzotto! Ten minutes after I suck her tits, his tongue as a kind of surf at the turning point of her nipples like the Polynesian atolls. Pretty strong, but firm, nice tits, well contained within cellulite stockings with lacy garter belt black hair, blacks bob Velentina model, lips blow job in the first instance. She starts giving head properly. But use your teeth and too hard. My dick is affected and imbarzottisce. And it's cold. A damp cold. Even inside the house. My dick is abandoning me. She looks at me as if to say, that there, do not you like? I shove in my mouth to say it to him to continue. This is the normal operation of a diesel. After about ten minutes, my dick took over his usual firmness. Throw it to him out of his mouth and gave it to slam in the face slapping him several times. The slip a finger in the ass and feel the contract. Sniff your finger and the bouquet is good, clean, spring water rose. Thrust your hand and still I run. The penetrated hard. Power! Ugh. The politicians have not the faintest idea. Just think, we are ruled by people who pay for sex and not to fuck, but to get fucked! Will never know what it is: a middle-aged pauper, hairy as a gorilla, who turns in the journey of a large tropical cloud of twenty-five. Gourmet twenty-five, of course, who like real men, not a fruit of Men and Women with gull-wing eyebrows. We know you dream about birds all day, you do not need walls eyebrows as their wings, as a reminder. I put a hand over her mouth because she's crying too, while I ride like Robert De Niro in "Once Upon a Time in America" \u200b\u200bduring a robbery, then rode one that ended up being a lady. And I believe, the baptism had they done so. By relentlessly and go, and I feel the shaft of the shaft my balls on his ass slightly cellulite, cellulitis, justice, not overdone, it 'no trans model (which does not n'hanno there.) Twenty minutes of his vibro culo.Ogni so I pull out and slam him into her pussy. More grumbling and a mountain of "that big boy." I approximates risbatterglielo ass. I see her thighs shrink and rise as mountains of meat at every well-aimed blow. I'm going to come, she warns me and pulls it out. Cum, I say, like a volcano erupting lava my cream and she drops it on her tits, then on the lips. It plays without washing. She wants him my cum all night. For later. When you masturbate thinking about me and the acrid smell of my feeling on yellow. Thank goodness that is yellow. If it was gray should I care about. Chlamydia can be. Or simply that you are a dickhead.
Egidio
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