Beyond the horizon Above the sky
A bit of thrush on her tongue. Isabella, the beautiful does not know what to say?
This work is autobiographical.
This Fall is apple to eat! (4) the party starts 'Up so high ...' And the smile of his three apples! In its branches in fans, The memory of its heyday Her bouquet, leaves, sun Autumn Tree of Christmas
This Fall is apple to eat! (3) Under a gray sky, Fingers gripping the apple, hoquetées thousand kisses a love rain. Three chubby chubby and apples dazzled, blush a burst in all their facets.
This Fall is apple to eat! (6) Its pretty destiny You do not bear any its core center Cute and glitches
miss tcha tcha tcha Oye ! Oye ! ; ( premiere watercolor d'un diptych )
Proute seagull chieuse has bright ideas
Orgasmine beach Orgasmine made vows they say When the sun is at its zenith On removing his shirt And feed the horizon Her two nipples. Not knowing which one to choose He took his foot And nursed her distress A beautiful sprain.