The decoration of our century are the bright names of poets. In England, this is Kipling, in France - Apollinaire and Eluard, in Germany - Rilke, in Spain - Garcia Lorca, in Russia - Mayakovsky and Yesenin, in Armenia - Charents and Isahakyan. Each time one of these bodies goes out, it seems that darkness covers the world.

My dear men, I baked a holiday cake for you, come to my room who is hungry, I will gladly feed you

Sorry, I do not undress in public, I will do everything for you only in private. I love sex, I have everything for this, come my dear you will be pleased!

Great passion is now quite rare. It is a privilege for people who have nothing more to do. When passion recedes, the world again becomes clear, empty and colorless. Let's make this world bright, colorful and hot!

I am a woman of considerable age and really want comfort and coziness. Help me! And I, in turn, will pray sitting by the window of my house, I will think about you and pray to God for your kindness to me And who knows this life, maybe you will come to my house and we will live and rejoice in it together!

I know a lot about pleasure, men really bring joy to my body. In return, I give all of myself to the last drop! pleasure is the highest good of life

My room is always hot. You bend over and kiss me on the lips, I give myself to meet you and feel my tongue, yours. Our kiss is filled with passion, below I'm all wet, there is no more strength to endure, and you understand that. You get up to lie comfortably, I shamelessly spread my legs to meet you, well, here you are on me, and I feel how your hard weapon begins to slowly penetrate me.

With one hand you held me, that I did not collapse on the floor, what a strong you are. You kiss my excited chest, I curl, more and more substituting it under your unreal kisses. You push me slightly, and I find myself sitting on the couch, at the level of my face is your excited dignity, I take it in my hands, and I cant to kiss. I feel the heat that comes from him, I touch his lips, I pass his tongue over him, he is very tense. I open my mouth and let it in, a muffled groan and your hand drop from your lips, dropping onto my head ... ....