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128 pages, Paperback
First published January 15, 2009
is made for storytelling. You tell someone something and they believe you. In standard Italian there's always some doubt: did I hear that right? Italian is great for writing, when you don't need a voice, but to tell a story, you want our language, which holds it all together and helps you to see it. Neapolitan invites fantasy. It opens up your eyes and ears.
My prick was a plank stuck to her stomach. With a swerve of her hips, she turned me over and I was on top of her. She opened her legs, pulled up her dress and, holding my hips over her, pushed my prick against her opening. I was her plaything, which she moved around. Our sexes were ready, poised in expectation, barely touching each other: ballet dancers hovering en pointe.
أعمق فراغ رأيته فى حياتى هو فراغ جدار كان يسند مكتبة مباعة