Rain Milan. Tired on the evening course. Within the bar with a tremendous thirst. Jorge sees me as I prepare a strong ceres. I take the bottle and sip a barrel, as I like. I walked out and standing still watch the world go by Sunday. Aldamiro arrives soon after. It 's all excited. It will have taken a couple of tablets of Viagra. It 'nice to stalk. Some Viagra acts as a supplement erectile total. It's usually a sure indication to see if one is a dickhead. I caught an Indian, he says. An escort. E 'was strange, you know. Why, I say, you did not pay? No, he does, I paid for. So what's been strange. I could not lick her pussy. It tasted strange. He knew of curry. Well, it's normal, I do, not what the Indians put on everything? It would be strange if c'avessi found inside a tomahawk, I say. What the fuck you say, India was an Indian, not Native Americans, he says. Ah well, if not later became Indian, then you have not rubbed enough. What the hell, he does. Yeah, I do. I do give the number di telefono della tizia e gli chiedo quanto prende. Che sono in arsura da un sacco di tempo e oggi c'ho voglia e soprattutto non mi va di perdere tempo con donne che te la fanno annusare per tutto il giorno per poi non dartela. C'ho cinquanta e passa anni, porca puttana, affermazione e definizione, quando esco con una è automatico che si debba concedere. Il tempo alla mia età passa più in fretta. Per il momento ho ancora un'erezione imperiale, sublime, duratura...essendo io un uomo di statura media, di intelligenza media, con una leggera gibbosità addominale, peli sul petto alla Tony Servillo o alla Tony Ramos, fate voi a seconda del continente dal quale mi leggete, ma la minchia, beh la minchia, signori, è assolutamente spettacolare...avete never measured a bottle of ceres? well, is 22 cm long with a diameter at the bottom of nearly 6 cm, which roughly corresponds to the measures of my dick. When you say that a s'affeziona an object over a matter of familiarity ... And now, the average man, with bacon average, average hair all over his body, average intelligence, but fucking well above the average, normally for this gift, in today's society should be a star, because in possession of a large quality of all non-intellectual, and Ceres (as a producer), normally, for everything I say and write should at least give me the shares or sponsor me, however, scraping the bottom the barrel of bank account, they are getting the last change, to go and meet with a prostitute in India. Life is really unfair. Should you, this woman, to pay me to be amused by a bottle of ceres carnacea with the bottom six or seven inches for heads. Greeting Aldamiro intrigued me that says he wants a story dettagliato.Dopo. Around the corner, with the ceres in hand, cell phone calls that number. A voice with a strong Indian accent answers me. That had a strong Indian accent Aldamiro understand why I said that she is an Indian. It's called Induja. Shit, I say to the phone, like the sausage from Calabria, a name, a guarantee? Not understood, she said. We're good. I do not speak any language other than the Italian and not so good. A gesture I can not express some of the phone. So I do give the address, which is near there, in Padua Avenue, for a change, and I ask what it takes. € cent. This we can say good. And God forbid. A walk is two steps. By and by being Loreto Padua. It 's almost the beginning. On the way there is an Italian. It seems to be abroad. In general, however, since I live in Milan, I was always abroad. You feel at home only if you have an unlimited credit and american express. There are all friends. Sound a fucking telephone. Fifth floor, the voice says. Just over by the old gate, I notice that there is no elevator. Shit. I did not mean to fuck, in general. Natural selection, it is called. The bitch already knows that the average Italian man on the fifth floor without a lift, a cento spring and can not do it even to complete the work. And 'science. I do so with patience
five levels of softness, so the situation is crap and the fifth floor, I see a door ajar. We went inside. There seems to be none. Instead, the door closed behind me, around me and before my eyes I see Induja. E 'already half naked, her breasts exposed and redone recently, uh, remade good, very good and long skirt with pink icing that goes on two legs shapely, blackberry, long wavy hair, olive complexion, well made-up face. Bello, Italian, she says. I bare model Clark Kent and now my old and faithful friend is like a yard heave from the Atlantic. Induja opens his eyes and knelt in prayer as a Buddhist. He began to work my faithful friend. Which, for the drought, which reaches a far more impressive. We can do the nasty. Wise tongue strokes and saliva that laid siege glans and foreskin, prepuce and glans, in a play of salivary exceptional. After twenty minutes of oral work, she gets up, stripped naked and starts sgrillettarsi ... have a huge clit, hypertrophic. He lies down on a chair and invited me to visit its karst caves. I slip it to him and join in as a goldfinch in the Frejus tunnel. Away from dying. But who has been with King Kong? For half an hour with the guts to fuck up and a series of impressive shots characterized by a constant noise shaft shaft of meat slamming and creaking bones. "Humorists". She has thrice. Then step to TG2, always with her lying in front of this strange kind Poang Ikea chair. While the tunnel began to enjoy the ass ugly, she sgrilletta up to ejaculate. I feel the liquid that bathes me in the stomach. Shortly after I come. She pulls me out and put it in my mouth ... I feel the hot jets invade his mouth. She drinks everything to the last drop. And he continues to pound the fuck with the language, learned techniques spatula. I take out my dick barely out of his mouth and I-dewatering inginocchio satollo di piacere...( e chi cazzo sono Proust!). Lei mi guarda e mi sorride. Ha un buon odore, di incenso, di candele profumate, di muschio, un odore generale di figa pulita. Secondo me Aldamiro chissà con chi è andato. Magari era un'altra. Le puttane, si sa, sono squadre intere che si nascondono dietro un telefono ed un appartamento. A volte una fa dieci annunci con parrucche diverse. A volte mentre un cliente se le incula, chiamano delle colleghe a scopare con altri clienti contemporaneamente dividendo il ricavato. Le puttane si, che hanno una mentalità cooperativistica. Ecco perchè se la cavano sempre. Non ero mai stata con un indiana, Induja, le dico. E cu è che è indiana? dice Induja, io calabrese sunho. Minchia, I say. There are waterfalls. But how is that your name is, ah, Induja ago. Egidio, we say. Egidio, Egidio fuck, you made me feel a trio of series A. The suspect had, by that name that you were not Indian. Induja? Ha, chiddo stage name is, is Induja, which in my sanzizza ... I like to call me too black cloud, there is ... he likes sausage, I understand, I do. See Egidio, I can tell you something? Then I pray, or Black Cloud (at the end I had to stay with an Indian name, it was destiny), I say. Non-key for so many years. Fuck how you do. They should give you a prize. I dressed, I open the door and greeted her. Egidio, when we meet again. I'm fond of her. Who, sorry? To her, your dick. All day, no, I say. I did it for a few years and did not go well. It was my wife. I understand, when you turn or desire and the balls are rriempiono, ready for you, are, Induja ago. It is to kiss. I deny the kiss and tell. No kisses on the mouth, is a queer stuff. The real men are kissing on the fuck alone. I am in love Induja two eyes and I go down the stairs with lighter balls, the dick dangling in his pants and fucked in saccocia free. This is not to say it to him Aladamiro, so you will not believe. But who cares, I do not live to tell, I live to live.
Egidio
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