Tonight I was brought to you with the only purpose of becoming your sexual slave. That´s why tonight you have the freedom to do whatever you feel like with me. You can go either way, tonight there is no difference between me and the rotten meat they feed you with everyday. Tonight you locked me up and held the key. Just for tonight, you are free to keep your crazy ways and be my master. And maybe (just maybe) I might agree... But tomorrow, tomorrow I won´t be here. And just as the empty plate of rotten meat vanishes every morning with the first glimpse of the sun, I´ll leave your domain...holding the key.
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No me han gustado en demasía las mandíbulas nunca de esa minita. Ah, sobre el post:
As a part licked chocolate peanut Arab side all that the pellets of clay from the start we were approaching the sexual candor of arrogance. Flamenco and Andalusian. She knew right away that my slippers accused slope whiskers and a thickness locros feared. Not to mention the guns! Pots were next to Bautista defended monogamy strictly! And it was strictly word in the dictionary! What psychedelic! And the word psychedelic no! What chupapija! Neighbours gold!
Yes!
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