Fir meine jib nikali our apni fingersuski chut ke ander baar karne laga…wo chilane lagi our jor se karo rohit..faar dalo to meine dushri finger bhi ...ali our wo maje lene lagi our apni chut our gand uthautha kar chudwane ko taiyaar thi….Fir meine ungali bahar nikal li to usne mera sar pakra our mera muh apni chut ke pass la dia…mein samaj gaya ki sunaina mujse chut chatwana chahti thi,,,,,fir mein 69 position mein aa gaya…asne bhi mere land ko apna muh mein lia our mera balls lick karne lagi…ab. Winning mattered more than stubborn poetic conventions that were too outdated, too cryptic, and dare he say too boring to have an impact in the twenty-first century. It was the nature of the beast, and whether or not he continued to win wouldn’t have prevented poetry from entering the arena of brutish human needs and instincts anyway. But for his own permanence and survival, somehow he needed to win these slams night after night if only to emerge victorious.When the thunderous applause of the. Nothing happened. She shook her head. “No?” I unknotted the drawstring and pulled the lower bag open. “Just a second more Stacie… “ I pinched the ends of the bag above her head and began tugging it slowly off her head… ”Just a second more…” Her lower face, wrapped in black tape is exposed, “…and you can see the face of the police man, that has come to save you….” I pulled the bag off dramatically, her eyes went wide seeing the black, uncircumcised eel dangling down at her, “PEEKABOOOOO!!!!” I. Сара Эммануиловна скомандовала пацанам сесть на корточки на кушетке, чтобы не создавать мне помех своими ногами при мытье полов. Они проворно подскочили и сели ровненько, словно ласточки на высоковольтной линии. Торчащие членики ребят забавно в один ровный ряд смотрелись между их раздвинутых ног и в один такт подергивались. Небольшой пушок волос в зоне лобков добавлял остроты ощущений, создавая иллюзию групповухи с тремя мужиками (иногда меня посещали такие фантазии). Слюни выделений на их.