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Barbecue On The Grass

Their pleasure
pleasure of pain
pleasure of push
push push push
harder and harder
she is in heaven
land of ice and fire
where does it end?

Comfy cozy afternoon when she wants to

rub bottles and sausages

cumming on dry grass

throwin up on the candies

she is dreaming

rub rub rub, yes rub right there

with Ices in her mouth

as it melts and flows,

keep rubbin rubbin

rise rise rise

Pretend like we can go back
like we can do it all again

deny it
the entropy of the revolution
chaos and decadence
more and more
deeper and deeper
we just couldn’t afford better

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