a bite of truth

  మీ ప్రియమైన వాల్ల నుండి బదులు ఆశించడం బ్యాటరీ లేని   BS6  బండిని స్టార్ట్ చేయడం లాంటిది. దానమ్మ ఎంత దేంగిన అస్సలు మొత్తుకొదు. 

  Each night man craved for a better pussy. Little bit tight, Somewhat white. He never was satisfied with the pussy he fucked. Every Time he sucked on those vertical lips he craved for something without flaps. His tongue wouldn't enjoy those cunt flaps like a normal "9 to 7 waiting in a line," would enjoy. They enjoyed imagining aishwarya rai's in their wives. They couldn't afford more than that. They won't watch porn. Their sons know better. Their sons know sasha grey, riley, mia. He always wanted something better than his wife. He always wanted the neighbor's. Neighbor wanted the pussy of one who craves the pussy of his wife.

  It is sad that your girlfriends pussy is only available to the one she loves. But it is truly fortunate that dostoyevsky's books are always available to the disturbed and the loving. Well, you need her pussy. That's raw. There is not a better way to say the thing than this way. "Love is incomplete without having sex with your loved ones." I want her and her pussy as well. I once heard a guy say, "if only she gives a chance for me to stay with her always and not physically involved." I would damn sure be with her." Well that fucking guy was nuts at that time. It was me. Well I am still nuts. Now I am a coconut.  Well someday I might confess this to her. Well. Fuck. She doesn't exist.

  She screamed at the smegma of his. “Go you son of a bitch, clean that smelly shit.” He was furious that a whore had made him panic.  “A graduate fucker,” she screamed. “I hold a degree in bachelors of ….” “Whatever, need a hole.” Terrified that he would miss the opportunity. “Yes.” “Get yourself clean, here take this soap.” “Too many chemicals I can't even pronounce.” “Can’t take  too many words from your mouth for the little price you pay.” “Can i get some hot water” “Lucky if you have water in the bucket.” If there is a perfect whore with some sense of humour she is her. If there is a room clean enough to reflect your enlightened heart, well that's not this. Huge rats battling like WWE champions on the shelfs. She would throw pieces of bread to calm them down. Rats never care about pussy. They only want to escape from pussy. He had successfully walked to the bathroom to find half the bucket with water. Not clear. Made him doubt more if it was piss mixed soap. He smell...

  Finding a  good woman  is   not manly these days, Owning a  Sasha grey  Pocket pussy is. Now  Don't  Ask me  Why  "Sasha grey." FUCK IT. I have it.

 If you wanna know reality then live life. If you want to escape reality then read books.

 Not long ago I told her, "The more empty a man is, the more he wastes his money on materialistic things." I was that damn fool, I couldn't get what I gave her: LOVE. And here I am wasting money on shoes and watches and what my parents hate: books.

  Its really Not that i want to have sex everytime i am aware of my instinct bursting out of my gut to perform the cruel but whenever i see a thigh poking out of its boundary out of an automobile or walking in the streets with pink or orange or red or blue… that's it, the animal in me wants to grab those damn thighs and squeeze those asses and have a load of my white serum spill on those thighs. it is sickening cause if and only if any woman has accepted me and talked to me wholeheartedly  so that i can finally say "silence wench, i do not wish to be horny anymore, i just want to be happy."