I tied her tight, her elbows near touching in back. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me hard and thick and pounding up into my eyes. Reached over and unzipped me without so much of a please and thank you. I was driving the back edge of the coal yards. "Delivery," I said, slowing the truck down. "What's that for?" she asked, seeing the wood palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. But she was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold-blooded like a snake. I shivered cause I saw old man Satan a-staring out at me from those eyes so young and brown and round and wet. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a man all weak-kneed and crazy for what they got between the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a man in and don't let go. And her eyes fixed on mine, those dark devil eyes. She stood naked, pressing her tits and cunt right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't get you. That girl's fire in the mouth, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. She plays with her nipples, her breasts white, half-shadowed. The straps slid down slow, like a dream you been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down drunk, you're whiskey blind with how you can see her in your head, her cunt, her warm pussy, nipples, silhouette of the moon. Her fingers, those fine, delicate stems, unhooked her bra. And last night, she stood smack in front of the window, lifting her slip over her head. She might of looked like the girl next door, but she weren't nothing but a whore. But she was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short little dress showing her tits round and pointy and hard, the twitch of that saucy ass leaving a trail of cunt so thick, a man gets lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. Okay, so I been watching her at night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. Name: Inferna1Restraints c0m - Molly - Glamour Sinkįormat: mp4 AVC | W: 1920p H: 1080p | Duration: 00:35:39 | Frame rate: 29.970 fps | Size: 1.25 GB Insex brings it all together: girl, water, soup, inflatable rectal insert, enema bag, caca, electricity. Let's make a copper sink large enough to secure a woman. Since we are going to have poop all over the place we're going to have to make an effort to sterilize the situation. She was an extremely exciting and challenging performer and was up for anything. What performer would be willing to expose herself in this manner. It also offered fertile ground for original creations, and became the source for a host of imitations. It created a nexus for creative techniques that went beyond the quirky and personal taste of a particular handler. A unique value of the Insex system was the LiveFeed shoots. He would often suggest that we do an enema with the performers. I wanted this song to be a little part of someone’s day, no matter what they’re going through they can put this on and feel a bit stronger today.One of our passionate participants in the Insex site was a member with a chat name "enema lover". Looking at yourself in the mirror and telling the sadness to f- off and come back another day. To me, this song is what happiness feels like. “I sat and looked at the ceiling, head full of so much s–t, reading what the internet was saying about me that day, and I just didn’t feel like feeling sad. “I wrote this song on a morning when I didn’t even want to get out of bed,” Yungblud said in a press statement of the song. With a mass of fans taking over the location, holding posters and water pistols, the local authorities ended up shutting down the event due to overcrowding. The song comes a week after the rocker filmed the accompanying music video in London’s Southbank, where he invited fans to be part of the shoot. Yungblud is boosting the summer with serotonin with his high-energy new single, “Don’t Feel Like Feeling Sad Today,” released on Wednesday (June 29).
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