"Dear Diarry" Today while I was sitting on my swing, brushing my hair starts to feel untenable desire to have wild sex ... There were so many things that happened to my mind that in a moment I felt a horrible anxiety, I decided to light a cigarette Trying to calm my desire ... this does not work, on the contrary, while the cigarette brushed my juicy lips imagined that this was a nice dick, while the smoke came down by my throat imagined that it was his semen sliding gently! "Dear diary", I'm a very bad girl !!!
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