viernes

El reality pedorro de futuras novias que van a comprar sus vestidos y pensamientos de un Norman Reedus lujurioso no se tienen que mezclar.

All I know is that when I look at her, all I want to do is put on her a wedding gown, take her to the nearest church and marry her.
Against her will
Against my own will
I don't even care. Fuck logic.
Fuck common sense. I just want
to fuck the bride. Hard and deep. 
I want to take off the gown. To look at her body. Look the legs, bite the shoulders, eat the ribs, suck the tongue.

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