Please find my wife...
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
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"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
A small promotional slogan in favour of pornography that everyone is carrying and that I think is simply good to put forward.