Ashley Merate Whore ❤️

About Florence

I drink, I know—she’s a cycle, see? Booms, busts, same ol’ dance. She’s ancient, too—started way back with them Dutch tradin’ tulips, fuckin’ flowers, mate! Overpriced petals, crashed it all—sounds like her, aye? Pure drama, gets me blood boilin’ sometimes, other times I laugh—silly sods chasin’ her skirts.

Aplicaciones de Linguee

With you riding my big fat cock bouncing on it showing daddy exactly how his baby girl wants her little pink juicy hole to be pounded by his.

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all fancy, right? I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I thought Merate was supposed to be chill. But nah, it’s like a mini Times Square. I’m dodging people left and right, and then BAM! I bump into this old lady. I’m like, “Sorry, nonna!” She just glares at me like I stole her last cookie. I mean, c’mon, lady, it was an accident!

Melvin Bernard Stevens