ElaRa

#Stressed​

You can’t live in this world by trying to satisfy every single ass.
Pursue what you want, without feeling d need to *make a place for every opinion*- which is nearly impossible.
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Being no one, in a world- where everyone assays a seat, is noble.
But,
Being someone, in a world- where no one cares for the feelings, is divine.
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An urge to luv him, not as Aishuu, rather as Kundhavi.

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Born to fight alonE,
Not to win,
Rather to survivE.

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Happiee Teddy Day Chellamz.



#Pookiego #brb sshh!!​

Dedicating to all *Auntypreneurs* who acts as if the whole world runs through their head n PO d btchs.
#Greatsaviours


edit: applicable for germsssss tooo!​

Your life is your choicE,
Don'T allow an outsider to intrude in iT.

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This s y I hate Physics. #hatred #noeinstein #fuckoff​

She's an art,
self-composed.
an ember- dat can never be curbed.
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Wherever d tym goes, whatever u become, everytym n evrywhere, ur longing for a pieca food prepared from her hands won't disappear.
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good nyt
#burnyrass​

Kitchen has always been an area for cooking,
Ya An open ground for a battle? Who knows!

His passionate kneads over the tits, n the effortless swinging of his meat deep down my labia- was in fact a cooking.

I spread open my legs- *wide* so he could fuck me *raw* straight n the kitchen- digging my pussy n simultaneously squeezing my melons.

It was an art, dat he had mastered.

I moaned as his joe drilled my vaginal opening- holding one of my legs by his hand n the other by his shoulder- perfect!

*pervy, donn sound shhh!*

*Yea*

His semen started blending wid my clits, being a natural lubricant- making it more *effortless*.



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describe Neptune in a word (only gud wordsss pleaasshhhh)

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Ithil nee mattum vendum pennae

Nijamadi pennae tholaivinil unnai
Nilavinil kanden nadamaada
Valiyadi pennae varaimurai illai
Vadhaikkiraai ennai medhuvaaga

Nee partha vizhigal..nee partha nodigal
Hmm…kettaalum varuma..ketkaadha varama

Uyirae uyirae uyir nee than endraal
Udanae varuvaai udal saagum munnaal

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Once there lived a mor*n
He/she was a pieca shit, completely an useless trash.
He/she use to drill my ass n gossip round for no cause.
N thats how I engaged a mor*n to read this for few seconds.
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I slid along the wall, thrusting hands hard against it as he started driving his fingers into my button.

Moaning, screaming n releasing honey outta the pussy,

the urge for having him ryt inside me developed- slowly.

I could feel the pace of his fingers, finding jewels round my clits n then into labia, deep.

*Aaah...... fuck*

*shhhhh, donn spell*

I spread open my legs n rolled my tongues outta mow like a spoiled brat craving for his touch.

I know what he luv'd the most- teasing me.

In a long run- to break my bed- I grasped dat its just a *start*.

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