Christiansdottir (28), Kaskinen, eskort tyttö

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Kaupunki:	Kaskinen (Suomi)
Last seen:	14:05
Tänään:	14-3
Incall/Outcall:	Incall & Outcall
Sprakkunskap:	Englanti Italienska
Palvelut:	CIM - Cum in mouth,Soft forms,Swinger fester,Franskt med olja (avsugning med användning av olja),Escorting,Pornstar Breasts,Youngporn Brunette,Mistress,Super French,S/M - Sadomasochism,Jag vill bli din slav,Striptease
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Her wings were brown, orange, striped white and black, vivid coral, pink, neon, like a seacreature erupted forth from the water.I lost sight of her as she rose, her white underbelly merging into a white cloud, but the memory of her was as real to me as each wave’s roll.Weeks later, I sighted land. I lurched for the sheets and I almost missed her.Up. I grabbed for my binoculars. I’d been alone so long I wasn’t human.The day had opened up hot. I looked up, all the way up. Eight knots of wind steady on the back of my neck, no land for weeks, sparse white clouds high overhead. Scrambling up onto a deserted beach, I saw something.Nestled under a rock, wet from the tide it was orangeypink, striped black and white, vivid, neon, each feather ruffling in the breeze I had found the feathered pelt of a rare bird, abandoned on the beach. She was riding a thermal, motionless. Her wings were brown, orange, striped white and black, vivid coral, pink, neon, like a seacreature erupted forth from the water.I lost sight of her as she rose, her white underbelly merging into a white cloud, but the memory of her was as real to me as each wave’s roll.Weeks later, I sighted land. The slow roll of the waves was my whole world and my heartbeat.All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck and I slammed my hand over my hat as a sudden gust of wind rushed over my sailboat’s stern. I anchored out and rowed my dinghy to shore. I anchored out and rowed my dinghy to shore. And leading forth from the wet feathers on the sand, was the shape of a human foot.Upon the breeze, I heard the faintest whisper …I saw her first in her feathered form: I was three weeks in to a Pacific crossing, fair winds and all following seas, wingonwing, singlehanding, tethered in. The sky and the ocean the same deep blue meeting at the horizon. I grabbed for my binoculars. Eight knots of wind steady on the back of my neck, no land for weeks, sparse white clouds high overhead. Impossibly high and still rising. Scrambling up onto a deserted beach, I saw something.Nestled under a rock, wet from the tide it was orangeypink, striped black and white, vivid, neon, each feather ruffling in the breeze I had found the feathered pelt of a rare bird, abandoned on the beach. Her wings were brown, orange, striped white and black, vivid coral, pink, neon, like a seacreature erupted forth from the water.I lost sight of her as she rose, her white underbelly merging into a white cloud, but the memory of her was as real to me as each wave’s roll.Weeks later, I sighted land. I lurched for the sheets and I almost missed her.Up. The slow roll of the waves was my whole world and my heartbeat.All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck and I slammed my hand over my hat as a sudden gust of wind rushed over my sailboat’s stern. Two volcanos that rose slowly over the horizon. The sky and the ocean the same deep blue meeting at the horizon. Two volcanos that rose slowly over the horizon. Impossibly high and still rising. I saw her first in her feathered form: I was three weeks in to a Pacific crossing, fair winds and all following seas, wingonwing, singlehanding, tethered in. I anchored out and rowed my dinghy to shore. I looked up, all the way up. Impossibly high and still rising. And leading forth from the wet feathers on the sand, was the shape of a human foot.Upon the breeze, I heard the faintest whisper …About meI saw her first in her feathered form: I was three weeks in to a Pacific crossing, fair winds and all following seas, wingonwing, singlehanding, tethered in. I lurched for the sheets and I almost missed her.Up. Scrambling up onto a deserted beach, I saw something.Nestled under a rock, wet from the tide it was orangeypink, striped black and white, vivid, neon, each feather ruffling in the breeze I had found the feathered pelt of a rare bird, abandoned on the beach. Two volcanos that rose slowly over the horizon. I’d been alone so long I wasn’t human.The day had opened up hot. I grabbed for my binoculars. The sky and the ocean the same deep blue meeting at the horizon. She was riding a thermal, motionless. I’d been alone so long I wasn’t human.The day had opened up hot. The slow roll of the waves was my whole world and my heartbeat.All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck and I slammed my hand over my hat as a sudden gust of wind rushed over my sailboat’s stern. I looked up, all the way up. And leading forth from the wet feathers on the sand, was the shape of a human foot.Upon the breeze, I heard the faintest whisper …Looking for casual sex, no strings attached not especially picky with women. She was riding a thermal, motionless. Eight knots of wind steady on the back of my neck, no land for weeks, sparse white clouds high overhead.

Personlig info & Bio

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Ich will dein luder sein ;). Looking for some local fun interesting average looking guy, guarantee clean fun timehappy to travel anywhere in bendigo live alone.

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1 kommentti

Waterpot
29.04.2019 sisään 03:48 | +1 |

I the future, at least you'll have your Spidey Senses up when you date someone that likes to pour the drinks back a little too quickly

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