Cold damp, her back broken, but I leave the same for a walk. Buenos Aires is full of cars that outgassing, play, clash, people that curse, nervous breakdown. The only ones that seem to be indifferent, they are whores. In broad daylight raking in cash result of depression, frustration, unhappiness. I want to give me a massage. Within in a bar before, and I drink the first day of Ceres. So much of who I want evil, nasty side of life, in spite of passing years and fuck that never ceases to surprise and amaze me. The bartender asks me if I'm playing in the Egidio Calloni Milan. What Gianni Brera insulted him as "unfortunate Egidio" who do not ever put into it. I look at him and say. No, not me. Also because I put it inside and put it anywhere and everywhere, depression or no depression, rain or no rain, snow or no snow. Never used viagra, fino ad ora, cinquantaquattro anni suonati, e non andrò mai da Bruno Vespa per rinnegare il mio stile di vita piagnucolando come un segaiolo brufoloso. Mai usata cocaina, erba, droghe varie. Solo la Ceres. E' lei che mi dà la carica. Ma in realtà, è la mia mente. Il mio viagra è la mia mente. Mio nonno prima e mio padre dopo mi hanno insegnato, che se proprio devo deprimermi, perchè il mio lavoro fa schifo,mia moglie non me la dà, il Milan ha perso, meglio deprimermi dopo una bella chiavata. Solo che dopo una bella chiavata non sei quasi mai depresso. Altro che prozac. Certo, devi trovare il giusto"materiale umano", le donne che come te sono sintonizzate sulla stessa lunghezza d'onda del deliquio sessuomane. Una merce rara, in the country where women seem interested in cigarettes, vibrators and blow-drying. And men too. As far as I hear. All who are afraid of AIDS. I'll tell you what they fear: women are afraid to give her to a penniless loser senzaunalira and men are no longer able even to fuck their wives. Intent as they are to fuck plumbers. From the hydraulic depends, of course. Full of such deep thoughts as Vanessa Del Rio's pussy, I swept into a Chinese massage. At the entrance there is a Chinese woman getting on in years, very professional, with all those "L" put there between the words that make you come up with language on cock sborranti model sparkling Piedmont. Contract performance (50 euros) and it makes me come behind a wall of plasterboard and then behind a booth. I rely on a Chinese young man, wiry, like China in the Olympics marathon. Guys, but I really want a massage, a simple massage that pampers my back to pieces. The Chinese also began to talk to her all the "L" between the words, instead of "r". It puts me lying on a bed with her back in the air. It starts to rub. Holy shit, that hands rotate, Grendizer, that energy, that caresses firmly planted in the back. Well, I did not want, I start and turn me on. Thus, because the size of the dick, ass appinzina me a little. And the Chinese, which, incidentally, is called Liu, buttocks and caressing me After some prevarication, I slipped a finger between her pants. Holy shit, I say, but do you take me. I am an Italian old generation, not one of those young Italic pseudotrasgressivi that take in the ass in every way possible and unlikely, just because you do not agree to admit to themselves their intrinsic frociaggine ... what the fuck, I say, if incularella own you like, but why the hell not go on ships with a half-dozen Senegalese? Liu apologizes ... When he realizes that my arch is derived from the muscle in front erection that that position makes me curious. It makes me turn and continued to massage. Then she slips off her panties and begins to rub the dick. Well, let me tell you, for fifty heuristic is a truly sublime performance. Better than any western wife or girlfriend or whore. Hand and mouth alternately a show that is. So much so that she moan and stop his mouth, indicating that in the booths around there are other operators to work in an eerie silence and spermale, I think. Qualified masseuses. So, one hand on my mouth and his mouth on my dick, you uncork the champagne and flooding the yellow face with yellow. Lucarelli that even on radio deejay. I lovingly cleans up with the wipes, let me get dressed, I slipped my coat, kissed me on the cheek (in the meantime having washed my face) and go out from the study. The great Yellow Emperor is ready. For another Ceres. Issues is always yellow.
Egidio
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