I asked to borrow the beauty of the muses because the will cannot be repressed, Convinced I asked for the audacity of the poets because nothing is silent anymore, I put on my Sodalite bracelet and with the fine tip pen I wrote my poetry of delivery, devotion and love, so that I float you and you take me wherever you go.
The second or third time with her... It ended like this. With a message saying she was back. I got excited and went in search of the muse from the northeast beaches, who was missing in CP, I was almost left in the lurch, but I sent a message arranging a chat with her. Dara is a mystery, a woman who knows how to be a woman. He knows the art of seducing, he knows the shortcuts to giving and feeling pleasure. And with it there is a delivery, there is no brake. She lets it come and you have to feel the wave of pleasure with her. Her body is an invitation for pleasure and it comes intense, with her in full shape and radiant that infects anyone who admires a woman. She already welcomes you in bed, where everything happens, where her pleasure meets yours. And she is cruel, because her work uniform is a pair of micro panties that barely hide anything. The result of all this is liquid in your hand, on the floor or wherever. Dara, don't disappear. Because you are and will always be missed here. And so it was the second and third time with Dara. Odara
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