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You pulsate, you jerk in darkness.
You want to lower – do not rush, hold up.
Down, you have time.

And then your head began to itch.
Good.
Scratch it against the walls of your ass.
A little bit.
Manenko-manenko.
And freeze again: Well, I told you the rest.
I know how to fuck, because when they fucked me, they never delivered any joy.
Always raped guys.
Well, you can not cope with them: as three or four bulls fall down, it is better to soften and give.
And no matter how much they live in the zone, they will not feel the beautiful.
What a life, by golly! Poverty of feelings, poverty of emotions.
You see, I am a pickpocket – and I know what “inside” is.
Inside – everything.
Outside – nothing.
You see – air, light.
Pfuy! And inside is darkness, inside is what my hand is stretching for, which is my happiness and wealth.

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Can you see the fist? This is the head of my hand.
Here and the head of my penis: only once inside, it finds the meaning of its existence.
God has created a penis-like hand for a reason.
God thought it all over: And he thought it all about me.
I was born a real man.
So I am staying.
And the fact that I once exhausted and fucked in my mouth and in all the holes that only I have, then this is violence, not real life.
I never raped anyone.
There was only one case when I was called on the hype.
They knocked the guy off the back and called me.
I stuck it, let it down – no pleasure.
The ass was tense, hostile, scared, trembling with fear that ass.
She was not ass, and the rectum.
I need ass.
Because God created popochki, not ass.
Ass likes the male member.
That you think: how can I turn to the request of some Shura!

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And your ass wants it.
I will show you any man – and I will say: his ass is waiting for my dick.
He will be pleased.
I will give pleasure not to him, but his ass! You refused: We walked along a quiet square.
I listened to what I was pretty talking about, smiled, but he did not infect me with his beautiful theory about men’s pots.
– Why did you pull out the wallets? – I asked in such a way that I was ready not only for a quarrel with this poet of a male butt, but even, maybe, for death.
Who knows what people are capable of, who have spent most of their lives in the zone.
I was not mistaken in my foreboding.
How to live sex.

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