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Alright, gotta get this one off quick.

That’s Irina Shaykhlislamova, better known as Irina Shayk, my current (and first) claimant to the ‘Most Beautiful Woman in The Sindian World’ title. She’s been on my radar for more than a year now. She’s also Cristiano Ronaldo’s current bedspread, but I’m not entirely sure what to make of that, so I’m conveniently ignoring that information.

But until further notice, you know what to gift me for my birthday now!

NSFW vids here and here. Enjoy!

P.S.: IMNSHO, this is the most beautiful woman in the world, currently. Not the hottest. Who is that? She’s coming soon. Oh wait, not her, I am.

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Randomness

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Its time to sleep,

Hit the bed, hard and soft,

I’m sleeping in my loft,

Alone, together, single, slower.

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I try to feel the need,

the need for sleep, for warmer breasts,

cuddling in your armpits,

snaky, moist, coarse and warm.

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I snuggle, you sneeze,

I laugh, you wheeze,

Jeez louise,

pass on the peppers please.

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You wake up at last,

Neither smile nor frown,

Wonderment none, buttocks like bun,

You know how it is.

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You smile your smile,

you know my needs,

I can’t sleep horny,

You’re warm, beastly, furry, curry.

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Its a paddock, its a farm,

haystacks’ cold, hay’s warm,

I’m on top, no its you,

Wetter clothes, feverish arms.

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Fabric’s out, skin is in,

My mouth is on your pubis,

You giggle and smile,

Moan, thrash, this isn’t what you had in mind.

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But it is, it is so,

You knew it was going to,

When the saree stuck to your butt,

Reams of yellow, nothing inside.

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You pretended to sleep,

To watch your breasts flow,

Up and down, up and down,

sweet, wholesome mounds of jell-o.

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You knew I couldn’t resist,

never did, never will,

My cock knows its master,

Not me, never me.

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It awakens, without need to be called,

Full, looking to blow, be blown,

not tonight, that’s not your game,

warmth will I find.

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Only in one place,

marshy, sticky, wet, sloppy,

it has to enter,

deep, warm, pleasure, joy.

This is what you wanted,

Who am I to deny?

This illusion of choice you give me,

Greatest of your gifts, Goddess.

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So it goes, the dance of Yin,

and Yang, too, essential spirit,

Who knows who was sparked,

That night in the rains?

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