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the ferocious coithus interrupted, for that look, of a feline woman of lioness on fire your body,  screaming for the placer, hidden in your own body. claming for a lascivious touch, looking for me to wip you tiernamente. and then love you in silence. the feroucious torsion, of your body, touching mine. the litlle fire, become explosion, in your gutts, of, feline woman. your roaring for my bite, then you stay quiet, looking silent. for that loved beast, to **** you in the dark, as a good girl, wanting danger. and the equinoctial touch, becomes plaseant. as if the pain and the lost, where the exquisite consecuense, of being wath you are, a lioness. a goddess biting the dust, between the lost and the exquisit, of your fall, of your humanisation. being lost you find your center, your lioness, roaring, oh loved beast. lost in the estertors, of your insides, on fire, and between that fire, you found her. your lioness, your leopard, wild beautiful, and serene, adored, loved, free,   mine. my leopard.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
the LIONESS - the translation
the ferocious coithus interrupted, for that look, of a feline woman of lioness on fire your body,  screaming for the placer, hidden in your own body. claming for a lascivious touch, looking for me to wip you tiernamente. and then love you in silence. the feroucious torsion, of your body, touching mine. the litlle fire, become explosion, in your gutts, of, feline woman. your roaring for my bite, then you stay quiet, looking silent. for that loved beast, to **** you in the dark, as a good girl, wanting danger. and the equinoctial touch, becomes plaseant. as if the pain and the lost, where the exquisite consecuense, of being wath you are, a lioness. a goddess biting the dust, between the lost and the exquisit, of your fall, of your humanisation. being lost you find your center, your lioness, roaring, oh loved beast. lost in the estertors, of your insides, on fire, and between that fire, you found her. your lioness, your leopard, wild beautiful, and serene, adored, loved, free,   mine. my leopard.
mi lioness on fire, wanting my lasivious touch, only on you, c'est tout, c'est tout.
davide
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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