she longed for those nights
when she became his little fuck pony
his fists in her maned reins
his bucking hips driving that hot spike
over and over into her back sopping wall
and every now and then, he’d drop one side
and spur her on with a hot hand
on her galloping arched flanks
this kind of fucking she could wallow in
ten times a day
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Most definitely a Wild Ride.. :D
1937 Development of the Pen
Pera Palas ve Petros Bodosaki
Niğde Rumları’ndan, Mersin’de değirmencilik yapan Petros Bodosaki otelde kalmak istediğinde (pejmürde kılığından dolayı) geri çevrilmesine çok öfkelenir ve oteli satın alıverir. Otelin yöneticileri nereden bilsinler ki, Bodosaki’nin 1915’in parasıyla milyoner olduğunu?
Polish politicians protesting in the Polish parliament, against ACTA. Which is...
Ellen von Unwerth
i’m cheyne this is my shaved head and my legs.
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