crocodile

crocodile son of a bitch got up on the seventh light to see the dunes of maladroit open the sanctimonious egg.  A long journey ensued whereupon the romantic literati broke with tradition and enigmatized falling star journals.

There was a pregnant pause of mustard pubic bones leaving for the journey to parts unknown.

It was so filthy that crocodile shuddered in a provocative way and loosened her corset easilly and quickly, revealing everything that had come to be known so often by their dirty fingers.

After the sex (which was boring and uninteresting) they smoked camells and ate aubergines.  They didn’t really care for either

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