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Fede

Remember when, at night, but you did not go out to patrol the streets as a stray dog, Ivan? Were pure despair, but thought that the whistle found suitable, could you come to settle. In fact, that was all you expected: a whistle, Ivan. Grande. Thick. Erect. A pitot. An erection to face the world, to defend you all. Together we are invincible, pitot, dreaming. Come, get into my mouth. But when he did not arrive, so many rondines exhausted, I missed you in any corner and you besuquear thus forming with blackish just limp and any member of a vagabond. It was as if, after nine months of allegedly fathering a beautiful baby, parieras the tiny corpse of a rat and then rested him, stiff and stinking on your tongue. But either way, the grief was such, Ivan, who had to find something that would contain, which tied her legs, blindfold him, which closed its mouth. At the cost of what it was, did not want to know anything more about the world or you, you said to yourself, and continued sucking cock desperately indigestible tramp in turn until you MIAB mouth. Fede