Sometimes I want to kill him, gut him & cut his heart and cut his dick in little pieces, but I want to do it, because I can not wait to kiss him, hug him andthat he tell me that the beautiful things in my ear.
miércoles, 1 de junio de 2011
Bipolar
Aveces quiero matarlo, destriparlo y cortarle el corazón y el miembro en pedacitos muy pequeñitos, pero quiero hacerlo, porque me muero de ganas de besarle, de abrazarle y de que me diga cosas cursis al oído.
Sometimes I want to kill him, gut him & cut his heart and cut his dick in little pieces, but I want to do it, because I can not wait to kiss him, hug him andthat he tell me that the beautiful things in my ear.
Sometimes I want to kill him, gut him & cut his heart and cut his dick in little pieces, but I want to do it, because I can not wait to kiss him, hug him andthat he tell me that the beautiful things in my ear.
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