5/04/2013

Remote Control II

Nobody wanted a naked whore wearing only leather traps. I was standing in the centre of the concrete circle at Public Disgrace as usually. A half naked man walked on the path; his penis waves like a flag in the wind. A dinosaur stood in the shop.
When I wanted to go a short hair blonde woman forces me to touch myself. She did it, of course, from the distance and without a single word. Long live to RLV. *smiles
Suddenly, she lost her interest in me and released me. I could go.


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