„When you think about fucking me, and I know you do, how do you picture it? Oh I know you can’t answer me so just think it.
Do you want it straight up? You on top? Me on top? Do you want it from behind? On your knees, my face in the pillow? Do you wanna beat me up? Just a little? Not too hard.
Oh, a little harder than that…
Do you wanna come in my mouth? What if I told you that I masturbate thinking about you? That I make myself come thinking about you making yourself come?”
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4 răspunsuri la “and I know you do”
O sa iti scriu raspunsul lui la jocul asta….Sunt curioasa ce spune. thanks :)
este vorba despre cauza si efect, efectul isi genereaza cauza,
fara dacia galbena povestea ta era perfecta si tu ai fi fost an archetype. Daca n-ai fi iubit cu adevarat niciodata. sau poate nici nu ai iubit.
whatever….de ce in seara asta nu ma bucura povestile tale? Cum de vad prin toate ca printr-un fum ce ia cand si cand forme ademenitoare, ramanand in final scrumul unor pasiuni fara ideal.
sa te futi!
sa ma scuzi, dar sincer iti spun ca nu am inteles commentul tau.