Once upon a time, one fine couple who compare the universe far, far, far, far away, resourced by nature of love, some little sweet Englishwoman to take a swing on the secondhanded garden, she didn't know about the Englishman was behind her lightly to push up and down, he admitted to sit on an eastern wooden chair made in china, he read his newspaper, Hero, she always been so bright and young, Claudio, he blushed his magnificent spirit, he captured Hero's honor and loyal, she stepped out to the swing set, and jumped to his royal lap, he said to her, one deliciously lips were deep and purred, he adores to laugh handsomely to her, the cheek of hers would be so soft and tenderly moist, she leashed his lips attached to hers, he carried and thrust hold her to the New England hammock, he grabs his own chair on the side, and he kissed her nakedly lips, he thought to watch Hero's sleep heavenly, he reduced his happiness, cause to fall in love forever and ever, The End
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-12-20
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