WAY OF TROUBLE WINES AND PLEASURE

The water and the sky, man, you don’t know that
But I know it, because the woman lost in the street
Must be a man without her own desire
Only need a coke, man, only a coke and a scotch or rum.

Maybe a Campari on the rocks with a water
Or a champagne put in your genital organ
For your chef to drink in locus.

Maybe the woman need a big member of man
For another desire, can be something seemed
With her necessity on your anal pleasure, vibrated like a good percussion…

Make sure, the seminal entertainment in the handbag of humans periods
Like a ephemerid and centre of passions, and the ass pass on the rocks
Or the other membership without the necessary blow job!

Never only prejudice, but the unique question, is that sometimes
The sphincter broke on this fissures and the hygiene can be better
When we thing that the paper nor always clear the residual choices!