18 Jun 2014 | Shadow | I'm sad killer. |
13 Jun 2014 | bell | u cats pussy is wet |
09 Jun 2014 | Andrey | Потому что он дергался и орал |
02 Jun 2014 | Liv Cat | too much like me |
31 May 2014 | pasha_tulin | Он меня испугал! |
28 May 2014 | Misha | It is a terrible site!!! |
02 May 2014 | Sanic | cuz ur sanic |
26 Apr 2014 | Poeben | It is strange girl with strange psychodelic site. I think she have manic schizophrenia. Maybe when she was a newborn child - Mr. doctor kicked her to the bed. Or she hammer in nails by her head. |
18 Apr 2014 | lalala_popka | on xuy tupoi |
17 Apr 2014 | anton-petrov | ээммм...ну я не убивала твою кошку как бы... |
16 Apr 2014 | tanya | no |
12 Apr 2014 | Polina | I was so lonely. Can u write me a letter? |
22 Mar 2014 | velyrik | он мудатский |
18 Mar 2014 | egorleonov | Не знаю просто я расскажу всё администрации |
28 Feb 2014 | Jerom Black | Данила меня подставил и сломал мне кома, а я сломаю ему руку! Он живёт на улице Центральной придити и .... |
27 Feb 2014 | F | Porque era hincha |
15 Feb 2014 | Olol | просто |
09 Feb 2014 | ylia | Murzik |
05 Jan 2014 | susan sarandon | Bees. Swarming buzzing bees. Tickling temperamental bees. Bees with pointy painful stingers. The boy poured honey down his back and shook his buttocks left to right. The naked crazy boy. He passed by the beehives, jogging not running. Taking his sweet innocent time, through the grass, toward the white perfumy clover field. The bees rose in a fuzzy brown boil, filtered out their hive, cleaved the air like an arrow aiming for honey-dripping bare-bummed Johnny. Little Johnny boy smiled broad and white, his feet advancing toward the clover, tossing his hips from side to side, breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez. Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa." Little Johnny boy slipped a finger between his perspiring crack, taking away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich. Johnny loved the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging of honey that formed and hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped dripping drops. The bees closed in. Thousands of bees, their murmuring buzzing chorus titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry and shining in the sun, quivering mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field, licking his finger of the sweet sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought, and laughed until he fell rolling over the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny, and he laughed, giggled, a smile playing over his bare freckled puss. "Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on little Johnny's honey sticky ass. The sun rolled in golden fury, and hours later, when it had turned a dark red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy, dead stinking sweet. |
05 Jan 2014 | joce | 2spooky |
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