One horn trumps many people, two horns ........
One horn horns many people,
Two horns horn much more!!
Cris introduced me to Rosane who seemed very indecisive. I still commented that it could confuse the involvement with Rosane but Cris gave an ironic smile saying: <unk>This tramp is crazy to horn her husband. Let me make her head. <unk> And Rosane even listened to what Cris said, it was as if one was the master of the other in the art of throwing a horn on her husband. Cris told me that Rosane would lose her breath when she was reporting our meetings. Once, Rosane confided to Cris that she had masturbated thinking that she was betraying her husband, a person she loved very much and she felt guilty because of the fantasy of jumping the fence.
When the three of us met in a small bar, Rosane said that she would not go on and Cris surprised me. <unk>Go yes! I promised that you would be my lover and you will not make me go through this shame.<unk> Rosane was awkward and cried: <unk>I will go but only to see you two. I will only go to see.<unk> Cris made an impatient face and I contemplated: <unk>Cris, if she wants; why not? She goes and watches us both having sex.<unk> Rosane said that she was going to the bathroom and Cris said: <unk>Not now!<unk> Rosane asked: <unk>Dixie, Cris. I'm tight.<unk> Not now! When I think you're going to send.<unk> After about five minutes, Cris said: <unk>Go now. I want you to send because Rosane got up and went to the bathroom. <unk> Cris laughed and said: <unk>You're going to send that tramp when I don't?<unk>
And Rosane went with us even to a motel. I confess that it was attractive for me to knock horn in two horns at the same time. The husband of Cris, my lover for some time, was already my known horn. However, Rosane would be her debut, the first horn on the head of the horn. Cris and I took a bath and Rosane sat in the living room drinking water, dressed, full of maras. On the bed, the bastard rolled. Cris sucking me, I sucking her. Suddenly, we watched Rosane trying to masturbate. She gets up, gives one in the hand of Rosane: <unk>Vagabunda! You fucking bitch! Take off that dirty position! <unk>Rosane was taking off the clothes a little bit.... big fat, big breasts, hairy ass, because he was hiding.... <unk>He was hiding! He was hiding! Rosane was hiding his face! First Cris ordered him to go to the bedroom! He was hiding his boots, then he was hiding his boots, full of maras. On the bed, the bastard rolled. Cris was sucking me, I was sucking her, she was hiding me. Suddenly, we watched Rosane trying to masturbate. <unk>Rosane gets up, gives one in the hand of Rosane.
It's... Rosane was pretending because she gave me that club, the ass, sucked on my cock, hit a siren in Cris and repeated several times: "My husband is horny!! It's a delight to put horn in a horn!! I want to put more horn in that horn!!"
In this world, I've given birth to many horns. Boyfriends, husbands, fiancés.... white horns, black horns, Catholic horns, evangelical, Jewish and Spiritualist horns. Horns that voted for the PFL, the PT and the PSDB. Horns gauchos, northeasterners, miners, cariocas, paulistas foreigners. I once ate an English woman whose husband <unk> according to her <unk> was wearing a horn because he had become gay. I've eaten a woman who traveled from Acre only to fuck me by horning her husband. Now I can say that I ate two adulteresses at the same time. If one horn horns many people, two horns horn many more people.
Two horns horn much more!!
Cris introduced me to Rosane who seemed very indecisive. I still commented that it could confuse the involvement with Rosane but Cris gave an ironic smile saying: <unk>This tramp is crazy to horn her husband. Let me make her head. <unk> And Rosane even listened to what Cris said, it was as if one was the master of the other in the art of throwing a horn on her husband. Cris told me that Rosane would lose her breath when she was reporting our meetings. Once, Rosane confided to Cris that she had masturbated thinking that she was betraying her husband, a person she loved very much and she felt guilty because of the fantasy of jumping the fence.
When the three of us met in a small bar, Rosane said that she would not go on and Cris surprised me. <unk>Go yes! I promised that you would be my lover and you will not make me go through this shame.<unk> Rosane was awkward and cried: <unk>I will go but only to see you two. I will only go to see.<unk> Cris made an impatient face and I contemplated: <unk>Cris, if she wants; why not? She goes and watches us both having sex.<unk> Rosane said that she was going to the bathroom and Cris said: <unk>Not now!<unk> Rosane asked: <unk>Dixie, Cris. I'm tight.<unk> Not now! When I think you're going to send.<unk> After about five minutes, Cris said: <unk>Go now. I want you to send because Rosane got up and went to the bathroom. <unk> Cris laughed and said: <unk>You're going to send that tramp when I don't?<unk>
And Rosane went with us even to a motel. I confess that it was attractive for me to knock horn in two horns at the same time. The husband of Cris, my lover for some time, was already my known horn. However, Rosane would be her debut, the first horn on the head of the horn. Cris and I took a bath and Rosane sat in the living room drinking water, dressed, full of maras. On the bed, the bastard rolled. Cris sucking me, I sucking her. Suddenly, we watched Rosane trying to masturbate. She gets up, gives one in the hand of Rosane: <unk>Vagabunda! You fucking bitch! Take off that dirty position! <unk>Rosane was taking off the clothes a little bit.... big fat, big breasts, hairy ass, because he was hiding.... <unk>He was hiding! He was hiding! Rosane was hiding his face! First Cris ordered him to go to the bedroom! He was hiding his boots, then he was hiding his boots, full of maras. On the bed, the bastard rolled. Cris was sucking me, I was sucking her, she was hiding me. Suddenly, we watched Rosane trying to masturbate. <unk>Rosane gets up, gives one in the hand of Rosane.
It's... Rosane was pretending because she gave me that club, the ass, sucked on my cock, hit a siren in Cris and repeated several times: "My husband is horny!! It's a delight to put horn in a horn!! I want to put more horn in that horn!!"
In this world, I've given birth to many horns. Boyfriends, husbands, fiancés.... white horns, black horns, Catholic horns, evangelical, Jewish and Spiritualist horns. Horns that voted for the PFL, the PT and the PSDB. Horns gauchos, northeasterners, miners, cariocas, paulistas foreigners. I once ate an English woman whose husband <unk> according to her <unk> was wearing a horn because he had become gay. I've eaten a woman who traveled from Acre only to fuck me by horning her husband. Now I can say that I ate two adulteresses at the same time. If one horn horns many people, two horns horn many more people.
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