Word Salsa #721

One evening before a scratching to keep going at its dimples hugging wrinkles; that exploding light blue, you In the air soaking equally respected. with eyes only breathing!
Maybe por los poetas, no one big girl, a treatment plant a tu aliento para ser macho, y mas muerto s er. You Want Me informaron, Fue Nacho el talisman de el hombre.

It could have to wind swaying back at dawn!

pie pies with me quebro el mexicano, gringo!


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