Our homerole poet to Ostelinda, Fred Wetherly, puts it somewhys better. You're sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped your ore. Littlegame rumilie from Liffalidebankum, (Toobli- queme!) but a big corner fill you do in this … [Continuar leyendo]
445.22-31 (se pone guarro, y ella en la cama)
Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it. And that's how I'll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the peer of arrams that carry a wallop. Between them. Unbeknownst to you would ire turn … [Continuar leyendo]
445.13-22 Shaun (Jaun) se pone provocativo ( y poco a poco tierno), con su hermana
You'll rebmemer your mottob Aveh Tiger Roma mikely smarter the nickst time. For I'll just draw my prancer and give you one splitpuck in the crupper, you understand, that will bring the poppy blush of shame to your peony hindmost till you … [Continuar leyendo]
445.08-13 Shaun (Jaun) se pone provocativo (y violento) ante la hermana
I'll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the bishop, for your partial's indulgences if your my rodeo gell. Fair man and foul suggestion. There's a lot of lecit pleasure coming bangslanging your way, Miss Pinpernelly satin. For your own good, … [Continuar leyendo]
445.03-07 Shaun (Jaun) le recuerda lo del parque
I'll be hatsnatching harrier to hiding huries hinder hedge. Snap! I'll tear up your limpshades and lock all your trotters in the closet, I will, and cut your silk- skin into garters. You'll give up your ask unbrodhel ways when I make you … [Continuar leyendo]