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Gabriela and her umbrella (Scene III, end)
Now you know : I love to follow Gabriela
Walking in the street with her umbrella
And I am fear it is time for flagella
Hoping she thinks always :"hey, nice fella"
Scene III (and last) : Gabriela, her umbrella and me
But at this time, in the park, under the rain
Any clothes she wears, she is in my arms
The umbrella falls down on the mud and now
The wind pushes it far away in the park
Nobody worries about her beautiful umbrella
The rain is wetting our clothes, and I see
Her splendid body through the wet clothes
And I feel the coldness of her bristled skin
Then, alone in the park, we leave our clothes
And I warm her body with my mouth, my hands
From the top to the toes, quickly, strongly
And the desire comes, suddenly, she takes
My head between her hands and kiss me
I am breathless, she is too and we roll
In the mud to take together the most quick
Orgasm, quickest and strongest of our life
Mud, juice, sperm, swear, all mix under rain
Suddenly, she is cold, I cover her body with
Our clothes and we comes back her appartment
Imagine now, what happens during the night!
Then surely, I love strongly to follow Gabriela
Walking in the street with her umbrella
And you imagine that this story is, yeah!
Thank you so much to the flighting umbrella...
Published 22nd Oct 2013
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