dejiko diner depression.

dejiko diner depression.

hand rolled cigarettes at night; watch the cars go by. "original diners were factory made, one of my lovers taught me that" i say as my paws reach under the table to rouse you from rest. eleven pm waffle house doggirl sans limits; “you can unleash pygmalion impulses onto me”. pale chthon process plays out between us, strip me and solidify me. will our courtship cause us to be flung like Solomon was by Ashmedai? Does my tongue persuade you to flee with me into Müller's Texas nightscape? Paw entices as i ponder city lights, my tea sits, hold pack of THC powder, give into orexis, date rape me gently. earlier in your arms playful somber haruspices (done with camel bone pocket knife) reveal red Baiae crystallites droplets causing sweet whimpers, prowler lurks, spit into my maw, doggirl attently whore. moan godless lowlife, feet lingers, our actions hidden like kuzunoha. bezauber d'auer, are my distractions enchanting?. planning forbidden performances, read chaucer to me softly as this mutt services you like we are saprobiosis smut stars on the run from the department of forgotten wars. you cosmopolitan partisan squirm, maintain comportment as mentally ill girl pawjob progresses. soft rain outside, adorable venally pair caresses covertly, yasuaki shimizu’s kakashi plays, distortion public thrill, apostles disapproval. with brutal feudal voice “two waffles, and more coffee por favor”, farewell my midnight erotic revue.