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Inger Elisabeth Hansen
tawny the curls
tawny the curls are regularly rolled out from the pale head with the crude lips, the denuded lips, so swollen, without anyone having thumped them, without anyone having pushed themselves between them, so absorbed by themselves these lips, absorbed by themselves all on their own, there is more than the hole that go between those ears, the puss between the legs must be at least as huge, lay her down and she has a crotch in her mug
© Translation: 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
tawny the curls
brunlige rulles krøllene regelmessig ut fra det bleke hodet med de ufine leppene,
de blottede leppene, så opphovnede, uten at noen har dengt på dem, uten at noen har presset
seg mellom dem, så oppfylte av seg selv disse leppene, oppfylte av seg selv helt av egen drift,
det er mer enn smella som går mellom de ørene der, kjeften mellom beina må være minst like
diger, legger du henne ned har hun et skrev i trynet
© 2003, Inger Elisabeth Hansen
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
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tawny the curls
tawny the curls are regularly rolled out from the pale head with the crude lips, the denuded lips, so swollen, without anyone having thumped them, without anyone having pushed themselves between them, so absorbed by themselves these lips, absorbed by themselves all on their own, there is more than the hole that go between those ears, the puss between the legs must be at least as huge, lay her down and she has a crotch in her mug
© 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
tawny the curls
tawny the curls are regularly rolled out from the pale head with the crude lips, the denuded lips, so swollen, without anyone having thumped them, without anyone having pushed themselves between them, so absorbed by themselves these lips, absorbed by themselves all on their own, there is more than the hole that go between those ears, the puss between the legs must be at least as huge, lay her down and she has a crotch in her mug
© 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
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