I know something about her. Slut.

She never mind to show you her anal; she hikes up her skirt herself and
show off her un-underweared lower part even you are a stranger.

I know guys they are besotted with her.

They never, ever, win her hear. There is no way to there. I know that as well.

Oh, you said you have some skill in bed? Forget that shit.

A gift? You prick.

We never talked about. But I know something about her. I know what she want to.


I know something about her. Compassionateness.

She brings tears to her eyes and strokes with her wiry fingers
when she saw a abandoned puppy on a roadside; she embraces you to
her soft ripe busts and pats you when you're weary.

I know guys they are besotted with her.

They never, ever, win her hear. There is no way to there. I know that as well.

Oh, you said you how to dress some cool outfit and cologne? Forget that shit.

Sweet talks? You prick.

We never talked about. But I know something about her. I know what she want to.


I know something about her. Vulnerableness.

She is scared when she sees male's severe face as she thinks she did
some wrong thing; she is whimpering if you slap her wrist.

I know guys they are besotted with her.

They never, ever, win her hear. There is no way to there. I know that as well.

Oh, you said you know the drill? Forget that shit.

Snow jobs? You prick.

We never talked about. But I know something about her. I know what she wants to.



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