Famosas Mexicanas Mostrando Follando

Hello reader,

Tonight, a story.

It was once a man. He was a miner and worked hard. He extracted from the rocks of the mountain to make houses and it was exhausting work.

One day, lowering his pick and grabbing a piece of cloth to wipe his forehead, he looked up and saw the sun shining above his head. Then he said:
- As the sun is powerful. It dominates everything and can burn if you upset.
Then the sun said,
- No, I'm not so powerful as that. Look at that cloud over there, it can help hide my shelves and be seen. The minor

looked at the clouds and said
- Yes, yes, the cloud is more powerful than the sun. I want to be like the cloud.
Then the cloud who heard him said
- No, I'm not so powerful as that. Look at the wind that blows there. He can push me away and I can not do anything about it. The minor

watched the wind and said:
- Yes, yes, the wind is stronger than the cloud. I want to be like the wind.
Then the wind said:
- No, I'm not so powerful as that. Look at the mountain where you are, I'm blowing it will not budge. The minor

looked at the mountain and the bear said:
- Yes, yes, the mountain is more powerful than the wind. I want to be like the mountain.
Then the mountain spoke to him and said:
- No, I'm not so powerful as that. On my side, I'm biting, it takes away songs and I hear "knock knock knock."

Then the child looked at his deck and returned to work. --- End ---

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Once again, tonight, Madness grabbed my hand and led me on the dance floor. Once again, I yield to her delicate hands and we hear his song on a not relaxed. Can we speed, twirling at the option of notes on the staff. We fly along the wind whispers through the trees, we have about the sound of screams of the night. The moonlight leads us to the ends of the reasonable and we are taking.

Dance ablaze and his body became more insistent cons mine. I feel, I feel its perfume, I feel the silk of her dress slipped under my hands, I feel the warmth of his being insane. I feel my life slipped through his fingers. And then she plates his lips against mine and I feel in me sweep the death of everything except her. She owns me.

We are a layer of cloud and a sprig of silk glides over skin. I smell her hair, I feel her nails on my skin, I feel his lips on my lips. And I feel nothing.

Then the dance continues, but at a different pace. I feel teeth through my body, I feel her nail scratch my chair, I feel her breath burn my soul and consume me. Then it becomes soft and lick my wounds, strokes my head and my tears sponge. Then she starts screaming in snatching. And I can not feel anything.

She lets me take over. I feel that this is wrong, but I did. I returned, I play with, I avenge, I kiss, I scratch, I bite. I smell of his flesh, captivating and beautiful. I feel my fingers entwine around his, my tongue around his tongue, his legs around mine and she has more time. And I can not feel anything.

Then she bites me, getting me a last gasp of pleasure and pain. Then I died. And I can not feel anything.

When I wake, she disappeared. Leaving behind a scent of defeat, a silk dress, a soul completely torn and sheets soaked with sweat. Here

with whom I sleep for ages, here's my lover, Madness. Demonic. In addition to leave me like that, it gives me another gift. A clear vision at all. Incisive clarity. And as we humans can not borne such clarity, I remember and dance resumed.