Hutcherson Desperate Housewives

Despite all



She stops began to tell him so 'I your eyes clear and blue that you give everything for them '


upsetting the world from a pocket Spread the wrists giving a rustling alchemy gasping
Now I'd better look at uncovering scraps of flesh wound Peace and aimed at one breath
I tore the skin from saliva drop me a lip dissolve lipstick on his cheek bitten hound on your navel imagined
Imboccami irregular bottom of your fingers a for so that my mouth moves to take bitch and live my lips bite
The house seems hot liquid its pale walls, so the capacity
upside down from the window of fog
Without doubt now I'm gonna suck sucking in the confusion of this silence
My teeth like pins to press on your veins spice up the language of skilled torture me in choosing the routes convenient delighted to swelling Yet we had warned vinous

Outside the air sported a ridiculous privacy laying in the shade of our lungs I
fragments of survival between my groove metal and you inject the ink on my three strips of meat dried blood from his mouth Trasferiscimi plan quickly foul foul foul slut slut
still play a roll of the dice to come while I imagined the smell of rain makes us wet and mackerel in centimeters breathed interlocking rings
Black wire to stretch gravitation We suspended everything else remains saw the ceiling uncovered flows
Strusciami cock sbattimelo tongue in her mouth as hard as you can do in my throat obstruction angles crack I'll give you red rivers
Meanwhile peeps not distracted from the floor and left a Polaroid self-harm in eating and drinking half having nailed to the portion of your brain busy this light makes the best blood
Spring (fucking bastard) clumsy fragrance of strawberries and nipples on a double squares that seems even better than me whining bitch in hot masturbation controlled

Nevertheless despite all

The aroma of my daughter drives me to crash into the wall violates
Nobody would have understood the lulling rhythm of that music box and you forward to in a pleasant and you just tilt a little 'face to worry and your cock is so hard against my belly that I erode the fabric I decomposed entrails

Everything except I thought it would have reckoned
Everything except your soul into my throat in a light micromillimeter Now push the veins require more capacious leather fringed by chills and hot while the last preamble fool you find no edges inside my brain at least as full of content inside my pussy

bruciami

The column front-entry seems to become round with blackwhite to blur those lines with my freckles scrap slap wrist socket head arched passage weight and move me head firmly at the door now and my lips that seem needles on your shoulder The dark wood framing my picture and you keep schiacciarmici against memorize a hand through his black jeans and panties tar

Shakes the static cell divides into a second net detachment unplugged the world is dark
lace curtains through your fingers slick insistent that continue ignoring the difficulty of the hard stuff denim wherever your mouth on my neck I still do not dare to escape slinguami stop or I'll rip your heart

What the hell are you god blessed

A fall like a stone above my head to clear cut to pieces with your knife blue to let me so I did not feel as naked as ever
With the same vehemence and naturalness with which you suck up hours to finish you off and then resurrected with a simple 'Sssshhhh' posandoti the finger to his lips too much just before my
members here want you to every inch of my house on every crack in the floor nailed to the walls with purple and red mess
Berti

oltrepassami

me sit permettimelo let me open your legs Trojan poses riversami heavy impressions let him run everything you let this pass in the brain straitjacket do us part like two crazy because we blend in the fulcrum of his notice of this and how to enjoy fireworks that do not know what to haemorrhage forgotten

Everything stunned as the effect of the incoming spring asunder Manco was also straddled her craving for meat and impregnating
Naked Lunch for our palates shameful thicker Jellyfish so easy to tap and understand that it hurts

fuck

The brain will swell well adapting your drives as your fingers seem to corrode so my hips and tighten the corners of s'infittiscono mouth of folds and games acrobat

drop to his knees in the corner of these shiny thirty-five meters square decrease abandonment distinguishes me as you pale reflections of my buttocks turn red and also an order
'face' I
You know now that just touches listen vibro paste this dance as sniffed adrenaline just join me in a circle in the ass at this moment so light damp and I can only offer you the entry and you can not blame that
Meanwhile, the anti-Christ music clogs the pores of the glass-window

kiss

I'm thinking about how you (turning to me) so not to wake up to a thousand times then wanting the same number and again and again I'm thinking that maybe if everything was liquid it would be easier
And that this shakes the collapse of shots from the uterus to the brain has made me even more stubborn than most foul
sincere and that this house could be a wonderful house from which I could enter her door and surprise you thinking of fiction
you to think ... 'In spite of everything had come.
the open window came the light of March and almond trees of the avenue
shamelessly exhibited an embarrassing, vigorous flowering. The air was still crisp
to make the eyes water but she had come, despite
all set to spring '


And instead we are here in our fucked up 35 square meters of sharing in our breaths of anger and sweetness in the accumulation of 'intrigue and comfort in our desire

obvious to see that all the poetry of us is in the simplicity of its minimum and has already recorded the number of times before you actually happen to us on the threshold

Gay Looking Motorcycle Jacket

Cruor


[You tremors and fatigue ,
have the words - walk
pending. Love
is your blood - no more]

flows engraved
sliding
mutations and words - is jerks
red wine with the taste of blood
because the mouth does not dry up


With the taste of blood spilled to the ground by the words of glass,
mute mouths and without fingers
waiting to hear.

only need a small piece of flesh and nails

be moving left their irises - would not suffice instead suspended
caresses pungent
ride the veins - softened the blow would be enough


a breath on your neck arched between
shoulders suddenly looks
heavy drinking blood still in the light.

And there would be no return and grievance
but relentless evolution of the senses
it separated the material combinations
lightweight clothing - such as overheated
transparent tunics and lava
of moments rather than just tremors
awards have always been what we in the dark or in
glow

Only the taste of a confession
in the heat of bodies in the night
loose clothes, and long downhills and souls

accelerations and peace, in the looks and stares silently

Peace and aimed at one breath

a sigh in tattered
because this is also the effect that you feel this

pieces to be revived - a little at a time
cibandomi
cognizance of 'to be alive'

Because this is the effect that these gaps do
sudden the bottom of my heart.
In the name of all this, then,
of it being broken.
reborn in other forms
two by two.


reborn into a single watermark of limbs and tremors
in this land of ropes from masturbating

to play them better tools
rare in the veracity of their issue


EYO & angie

Victoria's Secret Oil Bra

pink borer in creponne

And tonight
fabric that seems to surround the intermittent breaths in
push of a hidden sun too
playing devoured between moments and hours to be locked to a tree
maybe even the smell of trodden leaves emerge


endless stretches of swings than we could go round a thousand times and
do not ever find yourself wanting to stop mortgage
the thickness of a subtle gesture
hand, to sway

I reminded the precarious edges of the walls while
colors peeking through the folds in the air and membranous
STARTS
without us in front of the goal without readjustments
noisy band of vertigo


night and will be in your hands when the sand foundation amalgamate
a slight lack of voice, memories I'll have you washing
placed a kiss on his chest
curled up in my gates, rare, and baby

the trip will not slow soon.
inexhaustible Whole
the lack of the day still left there, to crumble, put
telling us of the kindness, immersing in gestures
nostrils in the wings of silk and butterfly

clear I wear this dress to wonder
so fluid and so meticulous
in each turn of the eyes from a blow, as you seem to collapse
and swallow her throat that you sponge
and deception will not look past this miracle

dusk
no warm light, blurs
in every crevice of every smiling expression, changes in the sharpness of a just

and join in the confirmation of a place not inhabited

let the air caress
invoking winds and mute objections
in becoming accomplices and demons , oscillations of opal accumulation of dense
swallows
articulate and serves no purpose to reveal skin that burns and burns

this flock of needles and velvet in my mouth
steep thrills of a permanent
' I love you 'and a' flight '.

Cruiseship Auditions 2010

Moulroù (beyond the red curtain) collage

horizontal light Those days, when it rains with the sun. Among the shadows of the clouds and trees in the gardens. When the individual You can see the color of the water drops, and it makes you smile for no reason.
They'll tell you that the train passes only once, that what you lost was the last. But I do not believe it is not true, I'm sad shit from people. I spend plenty of trains, Angie, until you want to climb it and go, go. Under a sky
absurd, Irish, my pace on the streets of this desert town, regardless of the drops that wet my clothes, not a soul around, narrow and lit bar, even if it is day, and the hills with the vineyards in the background. And tens of invisible people, here is where are all those who, behind every closed door, under every sign, crowded the benches, through transparent stained glass: a glass of wine, shouting in a thick, talking about trains and stations. Who would want to change, who is still traveling, who should leave. Again.
wine in the air, that if they can smell and the thrill. Inside the nostrils, skin, all the heavy feelings that take me in the stomach, suggestive of descent, the heart that unbridled heat.
When winter I got on your train without knowing it, on the fly, black coat and his hands on the handles to avoid falling, moving among the passengers that they let me go, in the bend of the race on the sidewalk.
look into your eyes and find yourself sitting there, beyond the book you were reading.


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is not an easy situation, Angie.

Whether you there or not there is, in this large table, where we all sit for the meeting on Tuesday, does not really matter.
With all the noise they heard in those random moments of collective silence at the end where someone always says all fucked up and feel.
This time it was fucked up but a zip. That of my pants. And I, hm hm, to clear my throat, to cover the noise.
So now, the dancing began, Angie.

I'm talking about. I answer questions from colleagues, explain, put things in a row. I know that you like putting your fingers in your mouth and make me say bad words.
I have a firm voice, instead. Can not do it to break. I have a firm voice and his hard cock, Angie, and your lips wet to climb. How the hell do you let me come so hard, just with your breath on the flap open?
hate this power you have, and you'll have an easy life. You know.

God, it's terrible to try to resist your lips, at the risk of breaking a pencil in my hand. I'm debating. I'm telling my own, okay? A social worker who shoots shit. We also want someone to contradict a social worker who shoots shit, and fucking with her husband once every three months, and it shows very well.
What if they knew what they're doing to me is the hair-raising and the tips of her breasts, Angie. And he should be with hard nipples and disgusted and offended face.

Everything inside, of course. Do you like me all in, feel, taste, shape and texture of my bird. Think what you like makes me want to let me come and go, right away, so, like an animal. But woe to the world.
There is a need of my attention here. If I ask a question I must answer. Other than give in to this insane desire to pull up from the table in front of everyone, and you will see her breasts, and kiss your lips that know me, until the agony and the skin becomes red and sweaty, fuck off.

Fuck you, Angie, as you are good with your mouth. For all the thoughts that make me think about how you have learned. On cocks you sucked, yes. How did you find that you like caress with your tongue and tease with his teeth and feel like you harden the climax when you impose on yourself.

Luckily others are talking about now. One event that I do not follow me. Fortunately, because now you're making the most fearful, you're licking it slowly as you can, inch by inch meat sucked and tortured. With those feelings so powerful and uncontrollable that you can not ignore. You know it, because I'm good to ignore feelings and pretend nothing has happened? E 'for what you love to take me up to this point.

Tap again to talk to me, is a miracle that I did not notice anything because all the muscles of the chest contracts and you're a bastard. And you know it. Swallow, I said what I had to say. There is another which I respond, says his, and I will speak again when he finished. The primary, with his blue eyes wide open, staring at me. The sound strange, sure. God you make me do, Angie.

Torture is this true, and I know every movement, every secret. Some strokes can kill, easily. To me this is not the juice with force, with that back-and-forth between the lips of the chapel quickly as women do sometimes. Go very slowly, he savored each small segment. And I can not but feel more, I fuck the merger. Lightness that draws attention, a spirit that is running out, without the slightest glimmer escape.
Christ, yes, you've already won, you're fucking soul, and you just the lips, that's what you are.

I break the voice as I speak now. I give up, to speak normally. I can not. I'm too on edge, and you know tenermici, I hate you. And while I think I hate you, spreading her legs, begging for me to take it all, because it is a pleasure, and bad as well, I shudder. I startled the fuck you in the mouth, ready to cum, and I'm here to talk about other things, the things that I do not care. The primary

looks into my eyes and then drops his eyes to the belly, planted against the edge of the table. Can not you understand what's going on underneath, and my legs stretched wide apart and that you take me to the inevitable and make me feel I belong to who and what you can flush draw, for giving me everything, for me to pieces in total defeat.

Do not make me come now, Angie, please. Let me come
, Angie. Do not keep me so, I am dying to cum inside. The feeling of your inner lips between my teeth, while the sap and shoot, my head between your thighs. Their soft elastic, thick, twin pavilions of meat.
Diocristo, fuck off.

Yes, they are watching me. I get along, fuck you think. Finish the sentences, the breath goes away on its own, but I say what I had to say, even if my brain is empty.
Maybe someone has understood and is silent. I'm blushing. More I think more and turn red. The more I think about your lips on the chapel and more would die in you.

It 's impossible not to think about your lips, not distracted, take me deeper and deeper, I have.
I have barely time to wait for the others' attention wander for a moment, somebody else takes the floor. I could not wait a second longer, I can now let me finish.
Now I can prepare myself to orgasm as when you stiffen the whole body before going to slam into an accident. I'd stare in her eyes, as they are, you know?
you like my eyes as the pleasure that you know me I fuck the mind and semen out of me.

ends the meeting and the others get up and go, one by one. I remain alone, always the same sitting, half body under the table, sprawled on plastic chair with his legs stiff and open, and the bird out.
I wonder if there were or were not there, Angie, with me. The last one leaves the room and down with me under the table, there are none.
I wonder if you were really here, maybe you slipped somewhere, you're still here. Your scent. I would refer

pants, opened the flap and went down to half. And I'll go get a towel to clean the mess on the floor under this table, the drops of semen that I have scattered in the air, helpless, lost in the inevitable.


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I like to put in difficult situations, Lorenzo.

mess that your air compact that your savoir-faire that can numb a god. And now you're here, groped to sit in an appropriate compound for the meeting on Tuesday, I know I'll enjoy to give participants an awareness that perhaps you have never seen or felt. I also know that you opporrai by any means, trying not to let you go, trying to keep that professional tone that marks you, with eyes focused on business events that will compete in the semi-open blouse or your colleague who sits almost in front of you, however, to remind you that you are a man and that the eye wants its fucking part, and not just for spreadsheets report to be presented.

Now I will start dancing.

I hear you speak, your voice is smooth, the subtle looks of indifference that others may become more dense as you take on opponents in arguments, exhibiting a sort of lineup, you want to be well understood before anyone says the same old shit.
The sound of the zip does not remain in the background, even the chatter.

My hands will not stop, you know.
I will leave that to follow the path of your pants legs up in the middle, is knowing your cock gently. Here, I do not have time to brush that is already hard, even though you try to resist my lips, starting with a slight movement, the contours of your chapel, along the skin. And I admit that it would be extremely enjoyable, as you talk, put your fingers in his mouth, rotate them, muffling all the words, press on the palate, it comes out and crushed on the lips, letting you take the unusual twist. Your voice is still strong for now, not 'signs of slowing down, but you know it will not last.
I love this power I have and I love the fact that then I will not have an easy life.

It 's amazing to hear the case, as you try to resist, threatening to take away the thoughts that crowd my mind you really like flip this fucking table around which each character is floating in unnaturalness of its size, and get there before them, saying truly yours, what do you like fuck, how would you break through the mouth and then her ass, than I like to put bent to ninety seeing my tits dangle consisting , taking me by the hair, alternating pressures in the body and brain. This

think, stare while the social worker says that crap, if he knew that what I'm doing her pussy instantly gets wet, threatening to stain his white suit fine gauze.
And maybe it would be too disgusted with the face, dropping the hint of being offended. Knowing in fact not at all. Meanwhile

you inside me, everything I like die by sucking, feeling it swell in her mouth asking another space, looking for the throat, I like to lick the chapel riaffondare and then suddenly, just when you answer a few more stubborn interlocutor, while trying to break away from the pleasure you're screwing up the belly and the head and just can not.
Just fuck me I know now. Why do we need your attention there, god bono, because I can not contradict your skill so simply ignore feelings, bring up to this point ...

touches you speak again, I still rage, you suck more heat , saliva pouring from the edges of my mouth on every inch of skin on your dick, so that you hear me even better, join together with lightness and thickness, you get a sudden shiver to a close, the scratch of the teeth and tongue and pulse that devours you, touch you and talk about a miracle that is still not known nothing.

The primary is watching you, how I now also saw me, she understood why your eyes so wet, so tight, revealing herself to be a woman with a fucking want to have you, to take just like I'm doing I took advantage of your weakness, so, bare to him, having opportunity to finally get everything that has so far only imagined, conceived, in the days through the mundane transparent door, or in all those moments that gravely explaining things as you would have done anything shamelessly.
will be touched between her legs now, feeling good to be wet, would want to get the fuck, you fuck with my saliva still shiny, thick face with eyes of amazement and pleasure, you with our two mouths together as pins on open wounds.
you like, I know, see it this way, each dressed professional, clear of respectability, just greedy and damn bitch, you want to take her by the hair and tell her that you will not stop, then looked into his eyes, to challenge me, to haunt me. Saying the most obscene things while I sign the meat with your fingers, alternating strongly the movements of the pelvis with those hands. You will end up an accomplice of the woman is staring at you now, it seems strange.

There, now your voice breaks. You lost control, giving up, you can not. You are on the line and I will keep it with skill. And I feel you open your legs even more, to have more, chills, lips, of jerks. You are almost ready to cum, while talking on and on, trying to keep a check that no longer belongs to you, knowing full well that you do not give a shit.

Grab the edge of the table even further by joining with the belly, you do not want me to come.
Do you want me to come, Lawrence. The sensation invades the brain, my lips and my teeth while you suck, your desire to be with his face sunk between my legs, the softness in receiving the power of the yoke from which you will not want to get rid.
want to die in me.

not you just can not think of my lips, I'll take you down so that you will not want to go back. Finally, the relief of someone who took the floor, you revive.
I know you'd be staring into the eyes now. As you leave late, and I let myself get started.

If you are sensitive to what I think now, how vulnerable I feel like crying.
While I'll enjoy breaking the tension that so far has made you mad. From under the table that made this surreal image of me, or has a well marked. With this atmosphere
now a little 'a bit languid' vinous, and the meeting ended and everyone leaving the room, slowly, mixed between the trivial and curiosity.

You still here, docile and ensnared the black plastic chair, stiff as much as your legs. Your cock out. If
until recently was there or not there ...
What changes, Lorenzo.

As the last leaves the room you down under the table, you can not find anyone.
Maybe they are just more in the. Maybe behind your back to blow lightly on the neck. Warn my perfume. In the scan of a second.

you redial, softly, before the casino riaccomodare you've done on the floor.
drops you into the air, on my lips, I ran a finger over his mouth, as if to silence me ... 'ssshhh', giving you back the hug.

charge forwarded depths, lost in the inevitable.


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Meanwhile, it rains. It's raining outside and the sun penetrates the sky.
drenching rains of breath.
I do not want to forget to invent defects. Never.
I will not forget. And it rains
dense, wet also unaffected by rain god.
Drops-lava. Burn ... burn as fuck.
Give me fire Give me dark red, tremors, that's what you, sighs, bruises, my soul lost in your mouth, you're on delirium as dust and blood, watermark Luminal, peace and revolt, if not the table, maybe it would have been a mirror, ready to think in amazing visions, or a carpet on which wear out the knees thrust force, maybe a sink of a bathroom, where to put my wrists under the water and give relief.
Maybe it was simply a piece of heart. Or More. Where better to slip between the sheets. Meanwhile
rains. Joy-tears broken, tired, and best trick in a riot, better than a tangle of fairy tales upside down. While the world
absently chews apnea. While
leave me, sweet, in this corner of disruption.
Inexorably. Do not back up.



EYO & angie

Chefmate Mini Refrigerator

down the curtain.
down from the stage. We consume
eyes forced to look beyond the costumes, the faces you dig in thick strokes of hands pretentious.
There comes a time when the going gets tough.
It is not enough to know that the mouth is full only because his cock is driving without giving armistice.
And not just after an orgasm groped breathing awareness.
Everything comes out, the soul as well, and that's tough, by God.
Gap thighs, impaling me on this thought and not say a word, let alone who enter
a glimmer of light through the shutters, or even that leaves his clothes on the floor, not ricomporti. We
mushy with each other and chaos that surrounds. String. Desecrate.
sublime situation, however. Of those who steal the soul mixed streams of semen. I let the saliva
try to slide down his throat, damn slow, seems to have the power to become the 'cutter'.
Good taste of blood, slipping down better than a good wine left out of the fridge.
wave injected into the agglomerations of the belly, revealing in a fucking knot in my stomach, I had not even eaten raw steak without throwing a bone.
What effect does that, right? And despite the leaden ball, I want to suck. Christ.
And then I will come for what they are, so that will be stronger than any feeling, any bond.
and lower the shutter completely, closing his eyes. Your hands in his pockets (ready to make every moment, dilatation), twin planets of meat in amazement.
lower the blinds of this room hard.
So you make me feel like a slut and a goddess.





(Ed came a child with his hands in his pockets and a green ocean
behind
said, "I wonder, how big is the green
how beautiful the sea, how long a room is
too long I look at the sun, made me sick ")

F. De Andrè

Aerobic Instructor Costumes

She hides her face in her arms.
body on him, injured air.
Orme latex, sublime film, reappears in the waves asunder
screen and does not know that it is so cold.
repeatedly cold.
He turns back, show your ass, in my mind flash, sounds sharp,
seems like yesterday, it seems possible, translucent.
yet that would back my recordings being with walkways
violarossi each thrust of his fingers, and my mouth just say nothing, in other
busy, multifaceted. bite. Delicata then.
Saliva mixed fading. Bruises brain. In a round of tango
sway suspension. While he
, lazy sharpness, eagerness to disappear. Sit in the tunnel
opaque. That
nipple, suck it. Flushed to waste under vacuum.
it burn from pressure in passing. Teeth.
And yes, you bend from the discomfort of a position.
Labbradipelle on the mouth, clear direction, not daring to break away.
What is it?
soft curve of the road, eyes, film.
surreal perspective. What
. Among
vapor mist, still mysteries.
I could not make up my mind, now, between visions of me in the folds of those sheets
and sweaty fingers on the verge of a 'play', to give impetus to infections undecided.
I could not understand, now, between you and a trunk in the echo of you are tired. I wonder if
. Lawful.
While you call 'collage' what makes you spare yourself. I would like to tell you exact words. In
face sounds. Looks in my ears.
contamination in the gorge.
not stop at appearances, slowly stroking the outline of a dilated silence, I let
...
do not die of neglect. It breaths taken away in shards of liquid mist.