29/06/2011

Jill has a whip















Jill has a whip pseudomasochistic  ~her belly  the underarmour of its . And she's told the others too that consistency planes do not break the intensities of the curling plateau. But what more?

She needs to be wants to be punished. it thrills her to hear the whip whacking her clear arse of round void   ~ whack! (and) she cries! she cries!
 the sting!
of it hurting    ~ her she 's freed to cry out held by the glooms of forest   ~ and amber is a dark tonight.
Oh god she says how I love it's feel across my ass especially when youtouch me torch meafterwards
and I am roaded to extreme by your pleasuring me    ~O how my mouthbody screams    ~. That way she feels the punishment enduring solid reasonable   ~ cared to the body she is    ~ .
and rocks its sodom its solemn double ending needle to her pointed shaft. A curse to her loaming self.





'Jill and her tousled hair double lover to the mix max page jeep and  readies her double lover glitch the campaign arising from   cellar mates kerning and keening    ~. It's an Irish way and its barrowing along country roads and lanes does the trick   ~ triumphant as any Knight her riding boots got pins and rimed tires caps that sparkle in dark after moon showing   ~
                            its the trip for the heroes of this chapter :




Mated by bullion socks. Levees and burning lakes and property lost along the nuclear lake. Not of silence and disposition but of the world created storm, a gathering muscle of penetrating fogs manacling the peace of the earth.




                 Jill's sleeping the repose of wicked paternal nature. Mona has her number in feet. In       extraterrestrial numbers. By the fog wain night. She's  a page to her squire's love. His body forked to her double tuned love   ~   hunger.  Restless to its keep.                       Challenged to  fate   ~  . Dared to its face  ~ .








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Someone said I not me you Not you me Not I not I not  I .'

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                           Advised from another condition she wears the saddle. Heap to her downy ass and drowned sailor pelf. And. In his way, she's hers. her always ever   ~ .



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