Treasure Island

Brandy Avery

(12-03-1987 / Sioux Falls sd)

~ Tóg mé ar shiúl ~


Cuimsíonn scamaill an spéir tráthnóna Scarlet, scáthanna lengthen mar an caoin uaigneach, chun fothain ó intinn misunderstood, grá eile nuair a bhí dteagmháil coireachta. Áit éigin i bhfad amach ar an sféar tuirseach, tá sé fírinne nó leomh, a bheith gealltanais daor, beidh gach chruthú a shealbhú sé anáil agus troideanna gang a banger pubescent a bás! Beidh Fiú sa saol seo siúlóid coincréite a théann i bhfad níos faide ná caint, Seasann sí ag teacht shakes sí a dhorn mar a thagann siad as a cuid a chur ar a saol.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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