tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260737901332034589.post1103198450708153895..comments2023-09-23T13:13:52.645+03:00Comments on blogu lu' OTRAVA: Ganduri de 12 februarie!otravahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909268371191215287noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260737901332034589.post-49603154086339833062007-02-13T15:47:00.000+02:002007-02-13T15:47:00.000+02:00vroiam un cur de om normal. nu vedeta.vroiam un cur de om normal. nu vedeta.otravahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15909268371191215287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260737901332034589.post-71711028006014316482007-02-13T15:41:00.000+02:002007-02-13T15:41:00.000+02:00esti un nastrusnic imoral.am lasat sa se inteleaga...esti un nastrusnic imoral.am lasat sa se inteleaga ca a fost un vis.dar daca vrei pot sa-ti spun cum se simte curul lui busu cand prezinta vremea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260737901332034589.post-89767592122243692782007-02-13T14:14:00.000+02:002007-02-13T14:14:00.000+02:00foarte tare. incredibila povestea. nu am inteles d...foarte tare. incredibila povestea. nu am inteles de ce erai cur de vedete si nu de femeie oarecare. si oricum o vedeta nu se baseste. asa am citit eu in revisteotravahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15909268371191215287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260737901332034589.post-12068644652433762762007-02-13T12:10:00.000+02:002007-02-13T12:10:00.000+02:00am avut un vis ciudat.eram curul unei vedete.da,ai...am avut un vis ciudat.eram curul unei vedete.da,ai citit bine.curul.cu buci,cu gaoz...cu tot.eram cur de weekend.dimineata trezirea la 12.bleah,plin de transpiratie.sa ma duc la dus...sa nu ma duc la dus.nu ma duc.stau jegos.ma duc la epilat.hmm inghinal si ajunge si la mine.bucifal(intre buci).ma dor toti flocii.acum ma simt mai aerisit,dar tot jegos.e ora 15.la masa intr-un restaurant romanesc.fasole batuta cu carnati si salata de rosii.oh,mama.acasa iar.sa fac dus,sa nu fac dus.nu fac.a venit seara.in club.pe langa mine alte cururi.de poponari,de vedete,buci lasate,buci paroase.stau putin.ajung iar acasa.raman gol.imi vine sa ma bas dar...vai...cineva ma unge cu ulei exact in ochi.aud doar atat...relaxeaza-te.simt ceva in mine si nu mai rezist.ma bas necontrolat,dupa care lesin.ca prin vis se aude...ce bine a fost...andreea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com