Bus From Goa To Dharwad

Lilla

I go over the ear, between the pit of balances.

"Love, you know that I f crazy purple. Those stockings are net balance"

you, without even turning around.

"I have one red and one black, and do not ever use them. Do you remember?".

Sure I remember. Too good.

Mine is not a complaint as you say. Mine is desired.

pity that it is mine alone.

I remain in my thoughts, I am convinced that I should look elsewhere.

Meanwhile I left the store, frustrated.

The epilogue is nothing short of depressing: I think that is angry because I could not remember.

does not understand that anger is that is killing my fantasy. And more and more I meet them. Elsewhere.

The hunter gets up to head. And look for prey. Eager to lust. It's lilac-colored stockings. Be combined with a heavy eyeliner. With a thong unlabeled. Spontaneous and pelvic movements.

For hours and hours and hours of fun lussuregginte. To be booked hell, but who cares - the important thing is to go together.