Friday

pistil to

You'd pair this death. Once over the perimiter of your breast. Talking all night the way you did leaned against the pole sex of your honking. The hands cant go fast enough for your seaside hotel the bitch goddess you placed beside you. Mona fucked by the city's capture wore he cape rough bound by the honey suckers and monger men. Not way to humble her sit down gruel and the lovers playing patty cake.


You'd shudder the creeping vine the rain plastering tout court your hair. Ahead piece clocked by anytime especially the hateful Ism monster hanging the thousands unsamed to their selves the breathless ones the dated death beakers fucker their prim pride. Death to their ball bearings and Dogon wore her smile heeled over her glowing ass. Sunshine to the sun of her Ass. Mona's was Queen.
__________________________Put your phone down come to him lover one.