Loneliness of ideas sometimes encloses the animal caged in bars of gold. And this, bored, shut up and sleep in a corner.
And maybe, one day, someone enters the hand through the bars and slowly strokes it until he wakes up, startled. The ideas seem frozen and begin to hear the cries of the beast. Want to get out of that cage and wet lips kissing the owner of that hand that ended the dream of your passions. Want to break the dress clothes, you want to lick her breasts and sliding your fingers up your vagina, you want to hear her screaming while her sink into your erect cock.
And maybe, one day, someone enters the hand through the bars and slowly strokes it until he wakes up, startled. The ideas seem frozen and begin to hear the cries of the beast. Want to get out of that cage and wet lips kissing the owner of that hand that ended the dream of your passions. Want to break the dress clothes, you want to lick her breasts and sliding your fingers up your vagina, you want to hear her screaming while her sink into your erect cock.
And you who yell or does the animal released hitting the fence that prevents you from touching, which prevents him kiss, lick and fuck.
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