Dig your desire In her lusty hole Until you hear your name in her shivering moan Pull it out when she wants it more Thrive in sudden and make it pour She likes your rough and tough allure Make her only your delicate whore
The SHOT from bullet was less painful as compared to the shooting stones in the hands of country's future... The bullets only killed the body But these stones has suffocated the soul... How LOW can the separatists stoop!