In the year that far away yesterday ran away,
I had a velvet fish.
He almost adored her
for the chest, for the ass, for the smile.
She waited nervously
and passionately, nervously kissed.
She called me to bed quickly,
caressed, eagerly embraced.
Though I don't know tact,
I was exquisitely brutal,
when he touched it with his tongue
her magic genitals.
About her husband snorted: "fool!
doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't laugh.
In bed-a complete weakling,
and tell the truth-so fights".
In the arms of the fish I was sad,
but Lil and Lil in tight body.
Then he sat and drank stupidly,
while she was intoxicated by the caresses.
Why do I need feelings at random? -
he searched her eyes for an answer.
Part of her orgasm was my mind.
And I appreciated her for that.
01.01.2020.
Fish
© Copyright: Виктория Максимовна Кондратьева, 2020
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