Nora Lizzanello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Now, this Whore, she ain’t no primped-up tavern tart. Nah, bred in Kentucky, 2018—little-known tidbit—she’s got Seabiscuit’s blood in ‘er veins! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me more’n a cannon blast at breakfast. Had me thinkin’, ‘Why’s life so simple fer beasts, eh?’—straight outta *Yi Yi* again, savvy? Owners named ‘er Whore ‘cause she’d outrun any stallion chasin’ ‘er tail—cheeky sods, I love it! Made me cackle like a drunk parrot.

Contenuti in evidenza

Whore Italy, Spanking (give), Sex in Different Positions, Full Body Lizzanello · Gorla-Minore · Gardone-Val-Trompia · Castelnovo-ne-Monti · Marco-Simone.

So, I’m walking down Via G. Marconi, trying to shake off the morning grumpiness. I pass by this cute little bakery, Panificio Lizzanello. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a couple of those bomb cornetti. You know, the flaky ones filled with cream? Heaven! But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right? Now I look like I’ve been in a food fight.

A different woman in Mussolini's Italy