soft cushion of velvet and my chest kept on

Then I used to wear expensive sari, Surma Ekla, I saw it. Atar aroma was made of candy. His body I got him in the bedroom of Velvet cottage. The two of them sat down together eating paanapina. I told the story. Many He told me many different stories of his life. I also narrated the story of my life. This way both of them got closer to the two. That night we made honey. The moon in the sky. Blue water below Quietly round-the-clock Sometimes it is flying over the head with a diverse voice of two or a night bird. Both of us were fascinated by the charm of the moonlight on the edge of the boat. My hand in his hand There is no language in the face of the night. We've lost our language too. When the night is deep, the intimacy of our two becomes deeper. Heat the heat of the day is now frosting. How to feel the cold winter, let the mouth open in her soft warm chest. Two necklaces are covered with thin black cotton. Then we can come up in the bedroom. The soft cushion of velvet and my chest kept on losing their muscles.

Love day by day is deeper. At the end, I can not hide the eyes of one moment, because he can not hide his eyes. I did not see this thing very good. And two brothers They've been old. No beautiful silver girl looks. Look at them. My age is less. Health is good. Youth has a tide in the body. So their jealousy Do not talk to me properly. They are All of a sudden, Eday Adai is gone. The two sides consult with us.