No book is worth reading
No breath is worth breathing
No heart beat is worth beating
No thought is worth thinking
I've wrote this poem to give to somebody that was very dear to me
. .
. He laughed and pulled her skirt off and tied her legs to the grill keeping her legs spread apart. It was sheer and stretched across her b-cup breasts clearly showing her pink puffy nipples with the dark aureoles surrounding them and pulling up under her breasts leaving her flat toned stomach exposed
No book is worth reading
No breath is worth breathing
No heart beat is worth beating
No thought is worth thinking
I've wrote this poem to give to somebody that was very dear to me
. .
. He laughed and pulled her skirt off and tied her legs to the grill keeping her legs spread apart. It was sheer and stretched across her b-cup breasts clearly showing her pink puffy nipples with the dark aureoles surrounding them and pulling up under her breasts leaving her flat toned stomach exposed
No book is worth reading
No breath is worth breathing
No heart beat is worth beating
No thought is worth thinking
I've wrote this poem to give to somebody that was very dear to me
. .
. He laughed and pulled her skirt off and tied her legs to the grill keeping her legs spread apart. It was sheer and stretched across her b-cup breasts clearly showing her pink puffy nipples with the dark aureoles surrounding them and pulling up under her breasts leaving her flat toned stomach exposed
