Jab tak choot pe lun nah dhare koi
Jab tak choot pe lun nah dhare koi aise piyar muhabbat ko kiya kare koi Lun ho mota lamba taza …
Poems
Call Me Cantaloupe Poem type Story
The Juicy press is ringing.My cantaloupe is waiting he is anticipating. The call comes through I am whip cream fruit.The …
Dirty mommy
I’m the dirty mommy you see at all your friend’s parties, wearing the same clothes as all the teenage girls …
Life
The cunt is the asylum of man in his journey toward death.
Lips
I’d like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button.
It was hard
Poking along behind old men with tobacco drool running off their chins and never my idea I resented being ten …