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December 7, 2011

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December 7, 2011

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still life LENTILS

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They sat at the table, facing each other looked through the curtain of heat steaming dishes lentils gave off. It was not home fancy table adorned with a tablecloth red and white squares, with longer than the marriage itself and some stains that you no longer out in any way. The bread, silverware placed as had fallen a supermarket brand of red brick, two glasses and a napkin did not share because he always wiped his own hand after refregárselas in jeans and open shirt that showed off his beer belly, filled with stains and workshop. There used to talk , meals were quick, sinking heads practically dishes engulfing at high speed and then she cleared the table while he lay on the old sofa escai.

She as usual scruffy with hair in a clamp and a wide flowers gown she wore her plump, rough Bodymilk meat they never knew, and nail plonk served spoon in the stew desbordándola orange vegetable broth and chorizo ??to approximate the hungry maw; a thread of calducho slipped from the corner of his mouth and some fell into the canal lentils their big breasts and swollen with excess kilos without her noticing the mess. He watched as running down his oily, slow cleavage in his way and suddenly hunger seized him. He rose from his chair and walked to her that puzzled even still gobbled heaping tablespoons, the back against the seat back without letting speak knelt before her, looked with lustful eyes bust and his tongue licked the greasy remains for later stick his face in Mollas her tits barely able to breathe. vaguely They pushed things cloth, enough so that he could lay her down on the table and open its plump thighs while finished open fly and left to air their greedy cock heat was fast, the rammed to the bottom entretando his hands pinching the flab on your belly and buttocks, still sucking the breasts. She was left to ecstasy in Animalia him while clutching his hands clutching the table, the table rocked like a pall over Easter and he finally came, as she was, feeling like the waning package, in a slap fell down one of the dishes, she was spread on the table and lentils scattered on the floor.


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