- He speaks. Or there won't be. - Hot bitch! Come, let me enter you. - It's not going in. It's fucking. - Let me fuck you all over. - You learn fast. But it won't be that easy. You need to be baptized in an unforgettable way. So she picked up her cell phone from the floor. Wrote a message. He waited less than two minutes, and Rita de Cássia, Gracinha's friend and disciple, appeared dressed just like Maria das Graças, but the other saint's lingerie was red. The priest even tried to say something, but was silenced by Ritinha's kiss on his mouth. And for the mouthful that Gracinha gave his dick. - I can't take it. You're going to kill me. Suck it more... - If you die, first we will give you “extreme unction.” The girls got up and started kissing each other in front of the priest who watched the scene enraptured. They touched. They sucked each other, and took off each other's little clothes, leaving them both completely naked. He's sitting. Tied. Tortured. I couldn't do anything but appreciate it. Surrender. Ritinha got on her knees in front of her friend and started sucking her pussy. Gracinha rolled around. He groaned. She pulled her friend's hair. He pressed Ritinha tightly against his clitoris. Ritinha stuck two whole fingers in her friend's pussy and another in her ass while sucking and biting her clitoris hard. - Do you see this, Father? This is how we are going to sacrament you for sex. You're going to fuck us both up. - You hot demons!!!! Bitches. Whores. Dogs. - Yesssss, Father! We are demons, and you are going to exorcise us now. Gracinha released the priest's hands and ordered him to lie down on the floor. Ritinha sat with her pussy in his face and said in an imperative tone.

I woke up to so many messages of affection. Thank you all for your kindness and kindness in taking the time to write to me. May your Christmas be above all filled with love ❤️

I like sophisticated humility, kindness exposed to shouting, subtlety with delicacy... A man who comes in shouting about his wealth is deafeningly poor!

Dear Men, I come here to communicate something very important! If you use language with me that is the same as your landlady uses with your friends, I will block you. Ex: HEY, CAN YOU BELIEVE, BRO and etc... You're talking to a woman, taking my gender, it's a poverty of spirit that irritates me to the point that I block you feeling pleasure!

My vocabulary, even if vast, can't find any more syllables to define other people's chaos. By swallowing a millimeter of naked words I did not look for virtue and swallowed evil. I read your soul, I saw the transcripts that plague your spirit, I walked the path of your misfortune and allowed you to feel melancholy with your pain. Ah the individual.. I allow myself from here to observe your damaged wall, your stupidity in pieces and you looking at your chaos spread across the floor.

(Worship of the language) In the beginning was heaven, earth and silence, and from silence came non-verbal language, then oral language, from speech was born the word, from the word the verb, and from the verb the pleasure of the text. The figure of speech that seduces, licks and sucks. I want your naked body. I want your flesh devoid of hiding. I want to quench the thirst of your liquid. I want to starve your subject. I want to light my cigarette in the fire of your bowels. I want to get drunk on your lust. I want to take a drink from your lips. I want to drown myself in your kisses. I want to mark your breasts with my mouth. I want to suffocate on your thighs. I want my libidinous map from your legs. I want to wake up with your tongue like my alarm clock. I want to fall asleep from your sway like a blues. I want to sin from your sin. I want the blessing of your small and large lips. I want to kneel before your profanities and ask for penance. I want the vulgar from your moan. I want from your word the immoral. I want from your verb the illicit. I want from your pleasure what is most sordid and libertine in language. And, if by chance, you are absent: I want the joy to be poured out in your honor.