Ebl # HICLES blues

When I'm with you ebus,
The soul sounds wistful blues!
In it there is no memorized passages,
He is always fresh and always new!

And let the year rushing gallop
And time, as if an evil executioner,
But this ever-new blues
Will not lose to the fucking taste!

Glides elastic pussy
And melts the ice lumps evil,
One of the ice budnechnyh worries
I then I do not fuck!

No taboo in this music ...
I am here and I'll fuck,
Improvising always,
So as not to miss pussy!

And I'm wading in your mouth,
Not to forget my tart taste,
Any desire not afraid,
When sounds blues promiscuous!