are lying on the couch on his stomach. It's three and a half and I'm writing. Chris
The dog has, the gateway to open. Enter Chris and his girlfriend.
They must have done "time." Indeed, they did "evening" for sure, I'm stoned.
I raise my head and look at them beyond the screen of the laptop. Chirs pr all'Hyppodrome
ago and is objectively a pretty boy.
Chris's girlfriend, however, is something indescribable.
fact not describe it.
I just say that it is a grandissimissima pussy.
fact makes the model.
Chris greets me.
His girlfriend moves to the couch.
- Hi Carlos!
Chris takes off his shoes.
Chris is English, so it is naturally inclined to tease. Chris
sfotte the Germans because of the white socks. Chris
white socks do not wear them, indeed, he brings them no socks of any color.
- You smelly cunt! - His girlfriend's screams, pointing out the bathroom.
Chris looks down and goes downstairs. It has nothing to say.
His girlfriend instead reaches the couch and sits next to me, at the ass.
- What are you writing?
I hear the sound of water: Chris is in the shower.
- Will you write about me?
of I nodded.
- Which part of Italy are you from?
I'll see some photos of Padua.
When I get to Piazza del Santo snow, Chris's girlfriend begins to curl hair.
- I like your curly hair.
The water continues to flow.
I rest on his stomach while the girl Chris begins to stroke the back with the nails.
- Hey, Carlos ... You are sweating ... Why?
I take your intentions clearly sinful.
- May I lay down with you for a while?
of I nodded.
- Are You The Italian Stallion? As soon as the girl
Chirs earns a comfortable position, I stop hearing the sound of water.
- Oh Chris ... Chris
out of the bathroom, walks up the stairs and read in the posture of his girlfriend his sinful intentions.
- Oh what? - Chris says, and raises his girlfriend and dragged her from the couch in the room.
'Night - I say, and I get back to writing.
The dog has, the gateway to open. Enter Chris and his girlfriend.
They must have done "time." Indeed, they did "evening" for sure, I'm stoned.
I raise my head and look at them beyond the screen of the laptop. Chirs pr all'Hyppodrome
ago and is objectively a pretty boy.
Chris's girlfriend, however, is something indescribable.
fact not describe it.
I just say that it is a grandissimissima pussy.
fact makes the model.
Chris greets me.
His girlfriend moves to the couch.
- Hi Carlos!
Chris takes off his shoes.
Chris is English, so it is naturally inclined to tease. Chris
sfotte the Germans because of the white socks. Chris
white socks do not wear them, indeed, he brings them no socks of any color.
- You smelly cunt! - His girlfriend's screams, pointing out the bathroom.
Chris looks down and goes downstairs. It has nothing to say.
His girlfriend instead reaches the couch and sits next to me, at the ass.
- What are you writing?
I hear the sound of water: Chris is in the shower.
- Will you write about me?
of I nodded.
- Which part of Italy are you from?
I'll see some photos of Padua.
When I get to Piazza del Santo snow, Chris's girlfriend begins to curl hair.
- I like your curly hair.
The water continues to flow.
I rest on his stomach while the girl Chris begins to stroke the back with the nails.
- Hey, Carlos ... You are sweating ... Why?
I take your intentions clearly sinful.
- May I lay down with you for a while?
of I nodded.
- Are You The Italian Stallion? As soon as the girl
Chirs earns a comfortable position, I stop hearing the sound of water.
- Oh Chris ... Chris
out of the bathroom, walks up the stairs and read in the posture of his girlfriend his sinful intentions.
- Oh what? - Chris says, and raises his girlfriend and dragged her from the couch in the room.
'Night - I say, and I get back to writing.
snow Piazza del Santo (photo footage).
The clock of the laptop says I'm the 3:34
I hear sounds of laughter coming from the room, Chris.
I continue to write.
are the 3.35 and I begin to hear the first "Ah-Ah" Chris's girlfriend. At 3:36
confess myself to be unable to continue writing. At 3:37
confessed to feeling "disturbed" by what I hear. At 3:38
confess to be disappointed not to hear anything. At 3:39 am
Chirs say - What happened then?
At 3:41 I start to feel the first "Ronfi-Ronfi" Chris.
At 3:42 I decide to write what I heard. At 3:43
think 'Well, it happens. "
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