Peter Stone - the BEST BITCH on the NET (33)
(33) ORGASM, SCREAMS, SQUIRTING, AND THE TRUE WEALTH OF RUSSIA...))
Please note! This book has been translated into English using automatic translation software. However, if anyone would like to help us with a professional translation, we would be extremely grateful...))
From the original annotation: Originality of judgement and bold statements bordering on madness, with sincere contempt for the instinct of self-preservation; sharp erotic scenes bordering on the permissible; masterful juggling of social memes bordering on the absurd; great as funny and funny as great — you will find all this in Peter Stone's (Piotr Kamen' in Russian) truly multifaceted new book, aimed at a wide range of free-thinking adult readers of both sexes.
Not recommended for reading by uneducated people with unstable mental health...))
Briefly about the author: Peter Stone (Pyotr Kamen' in Russian) (born 1973) is a writer, composer-arranger, and sound engineer. He is the husband and producer of web model, porn actress, and singer Aimee Hot MILF (aka AimeeParadise).
Chapter Thirty-Three - ORGASM, SCREAMS, SQUIRTING, AND THE TRUE WEALTH OF RUSSIA...))
I feel bad with you, but you feel good with me...
If I could, I would leave you...
But, like all trees, you are tenacious;
wherever I spit, you sprout! ))
Alas, I cannot tear myself away
from my mother, my wife, or my grace! ))
Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved, but slight distortion of meaning...))
I feel bad with you, but you feel good with me…
If I could, I would run away from thee…
But, like all trees, you are so very tight;
Wherever you spit, you've put down roots with might!.. ))
Alas, I can't tear myself away
From mother, wife, or grace, come what may!.. ))
Original poem in Russian...
Мне с вами плохо, вам ж со мною хорошо…
Когда б я мог, то я б от вас ушёл…
Но, как и всякие деревья, вы цепкИ;
куда ни плюнь, пустили вы ростки!.. ))
Увы, мне от себя не отодрать
ни маму, ни жену, ни благодать!.. ))
After a short pause, modest and slightly uncertain applause finally rang out in the hall... Once they were sure that the poetry evening was finally over, the audience began to quietly disperse, awkwardly clattering the shabby chairs of that old library...
The first to approach Maestro Poo was “Big Ears Bastard,” who patted him on the shoulder in a manner that was either encouraging or patronizing...
“It's okay, bro! I think everyone is thrilled!” said Rabbit and handed his friend a white plastic cup filled with cheap vodka.
“Yeah, they piss boiling water... But fuck them, those fuckers!” «Bear's Dick» smiled tensely and emptied the cup held out to him...
Then Hold-me approached them, wearing some ridiculous hat with a goose feather and a veil.
“Poo, that was just grand!” exclaimed the panda and theatrically threw her slutty arms open to the Poet, “Especially this, this such cool ‘don't tell one thing to one person and another thing to another! You seem different, but you are One; shoot anyone at random!’” That's very subtle, Poo! Very cool! I'm proud to know you!" And Hold-me stretched out to him with her panda lips for a ceremonial kiss, first slightly lifting the veil of her ridiculous and pretentious hat.
“Thanks, Holly!” Wie-the-Poo thanked her and gave his friend a light slap on the butt...
“Well, friends, to the Central House of Artists?” Rabbit winked conspiratorially and hugged them both tightly. “I've already ordered a taxi!”
In my relatively carefree Soviet youth, the word “revolutionary” had a special magical, mystical connotation and meaning. Black-and-white televisions tirelessly showed films with beautiful music recorded by the country's best symphony orchestras, which initially depicted what seemed to be the ordinary, unattractive life in tsarist Russia, but then it became clear that within this morally outdated mess, and people had already been born who felt personally responsible for ensuring that this “unenviable obviousness” became something else, something better, and better still, something fundamentally DIFFERENT! )) And there is no peace for their pure, passionate young souls, nor can there be, until the Revolution is accomplished, until they fulfill their revolutionary duty, being truly faithful to their innate covenant with the Lord God, the True Lord of the worlds, and not with some Hamsters and Gophers who have no serious interests except their own selfish ones... ))
And watching all these films, listening to all these radio plays, all these songs about some heroic, again, Lena (that's how the song “...and Lenin is so young!” was refracted in my preschool age, still immature mind when I heard it for the first time), I physically felt my young heart filling with powerful strength and joy at my own involvement in the common cause of my country, the best in the world, country, and my personal belonging to the great Army of Light and, at the same time, to the chosen caste of priests of the Original Tradition, which is based, of course, on the desire for Love, Joy, and Happiness for each of the living and... unity with the Beginning...
Yes, throughout my entire youth, I never got a peakless cap or a green plastic helmet with a red star, which I coveted every time I saw it in Detsky Mir, but I did have a Budenovka-style cap! And when I put it on, I felt like a Red commander, a Master, whose main purpose, if you remember, was not so much to shoot at enemies and hurt them, but simply to be responsible for everything... ))
“And does it work for you?” asked the panda, patiently listening to the end of "Bear's Dick" inspiring monologue.
“What exactly?” Wie-the-Poo clarified.
“Well, being responsible for everything...” Hold-me smiled.
“I don't know...” Wie-the-Poo answered honestly, and inside his tormented mind, the rooster crowed again...
Yes-boss
Super performance by a mature Kiev witch...
Masturbating to the point of soul-tearing with heart-rending screams and squirting .!.
Yes, the girl was definitely on fire today! She frantically pounded her ass with a huge dildo, moaning and thrashing around as if she were about to die! )) She pounded her own pussy with her fist, rubbed her G-spot and squirted profusely, like a real bitch! She practically turned her pussy inside out! I haven't seen anything like this in a long time! Not from her, and probably in general... She must be about to get her period! )) Brilliant! And all this at 50-something! What a fucking slut! Keep it up, Vika .!. I recommend everyone try this chick!
Perhaps the “mother of Russian cities” should also be brought back! Put her back on her father's dick, so to speak! )) Such compatriots are the true wealth of Russia! ))
Share, subscribe, repost, because a sense of humor and beauty will save the world, and a bitch driven to a state of animalistic sexual frenzy is one of the most beautiful phenomena in nature!
To be concluded...
If you are interested in this book and you can read Russian, we are happy to inform you that this book has been published in Russian and can easily be found in any search engine by entering the query "Пётр Камень Лучшая Чика Сети"...))
Please note! This book has been translated into English using automatic translation software. However, if anyone would like to help us with a professional translation, we would be extremely grateful...))From the original annotation: Originality of judgement and bold statements bordering on madness, with sincere contempt for the instinct of self-preservation; sharp erotic scenes bordering on the permissible; masterful juggling of social memes bordering on the absurd; great as funny and funny as great — you will find all this in Peter Stone's (Piotr Kamen' in Russian) truly multifaceted new book, aimed at a wide range of free-thinking adult readers of both sexes.
Not recommended for reading by uneducated people with unstable mental health...))
Briefly about the author: Peter Stone (Pyotr Kamen' in Russian) (born 1973) is a writer, composer-arranger, and sound engineer. He is the husband and producer of web model, porn actress, and singer Aimee Hot MILF (aka AimeeParadise).
Chapter Thirty-Three - ORGASM, SCREAMS, SQUIRTING, AND THE TRUE WEALTH OF RUSSIA...))
I feel bad with you, but you feel good with me...
If I could, I would leave you...
But, like all trees, you are tenacious;
wherever I spit, you sprout! ))
Alas, I cannot tear myself away
from my mother, my wife, or my grace! ))
Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved, but slight distortion of meaning...))
I feel bad with you, but you feel good with me…
If I could, I would run away from thee…
But, like all trees, you are so very tight;
Wherever you spit, you've put down roots with might!.. ))
Alas, I can't tear myself away
From mother, wife, or grace, come what may!.. ))
Original poem in Russian...
Мне с вами плохо, вам ж со мною хорошо…
Когда б я мог, то я б от вас ушёл…
Но, как и всякие деревья, вы цепкИ;
куда ни плюнь, пустили вы ростки!.. ))
Увы, мне от себя не отодрать
ни маму, ни жену, ни благодать!.. ))
After a short pause, modest and slightly uncertain applause finally rang out in the hall... Once they were sure that the poetry evening was finally over, the audience began to quietly disperse, awkwardly clattering the shabby chairs of that old library...
The first to approach Maestro Poo was “Big Ears Bastard,” who patted him on the shoulder in a manner that was either encouraging or patronizing...
“It's okay, bro! I think everyone is thrilled!” said Rabbit and handed his friend a white plastic cup filled with cheap vodka.
“Yeah, they piss boiling water... But fuck them, those fuckers!” «Bear's Dick» smiled tensely and emptied the cup held out to him...
Then Hold-me approached them, wearing some ridiculous hat with a goose feather and a veil.
“Poo, that was just grand!” exclaimed the panda and theatrically threw her slutty arms open to the Poet, “Especially this, this such cool ‘don't tell one thing to one person and another thing to another! You seem different, but you are One; shoot anyone at random!’” That's very subtle, Poo! Very cool! I'm proud to know you!" And Hold-me stretched out to him with her panda lips for a ceremonial kiss, first slightly lifting the veil of her ridiculous and pretentious hat.
“Thanks, Holly!” Wie-the-Poo thanked her and gave his friend a light slap on the butt...
“Well, friends, to the Central House of Artists?” Rabbit winked conspiratorially and hugged them both tightly. “I've already ordered a taxi!”
In my relatively carefree Soviet youth, the word “revolutionary” had a special magical, mystical connotation and meaning. Black-and-white televisions tirelessly showed films with beautiful music recorded by the country's best symphony orchestras, which initially depicted what seemed to be the ordinary, unattractive life in tsarist Russia, but then it became clear that within this morally outdated mess, and people had already been born who felt personally responsible for ensuring that this “unenviable obviousness” became something else, something better, and better still, something fundamentally DIFFERENT! )) And there is no peace for their pure, passionate young souls, nor can there be, until the Revolution is accomplished, until they fulfill their revolutionary duty, being truly faithful to their innate covenant with the Lord God, the True Lord of the worlds, and not with some Hamsters and Gophers who have no serious interests except their own selfish ones... ))
And watching all these films, listening to all these radio plays, all these songs about some heroic, again, Lena (that's how the song “...and Lenin is so young!” was refracted in my preschool age, still immature mind when I heard it for the first time), I physically felt my young heart filling with powerful strength and joy at my own involvement in the common cause of my country, the best in the world, country, and my personal belonging to the great Army of Light and, at the same time, to the chosen caste of priests of the Original Tradition, which is based, of course, on the desire for Love, Joy, and Happiness for each of the living and... unity with the Beginning...
Yes, throughout my entire youth, I never got a peakless cap or a green plastic helmet with a red star, which I coveted every time I saw it in Detsky Mir, but I did have a Budenovka-style cap! And when I put it on, I felt like a Red commander, a Master, whose main purpose, if you remember, was not so much to shoot at enemies and hurt them, but simply to be responsible for everything... ))
“And does it work for you?” asked the panda, patiently listening to the end of "Bear's Dick" inspiring monologue.
“What exactly?” Wie-the-Poo clarified.
“Well, being responsible for everything...” Hold-me smiled.
“I don't know...” Wie-the-Poo answered honestly, and inside his tormented mind, the rooster crowed again...
Yes-boss
Super performance by a mature Kiev witch...
Masturbating to the point of soul-tearing with heart-rending screams and squirting .!.
Yes, the girl was definitely on fire today! She frantically pounded her ass with a huge dildo, moaning and thrashing around as if she were about to die! )) She pounded her own pussy with her fist, rubbed her G-spot and squirted profusely, like a real bitch! She practically turned her pussy inside out! I haven't seen anything like this in a long time! Not from her, and probably in general... She must be about to get her period! )) Brilliant! And all this at 50-something! What a fucking slut! Keep it up, Vika .!. I recommend everyone try this chick!
Perhaps the “mother of Russian cities” should also be brought back! Put her back on her father's dick, so to speak! )) Such compatriots are the true wealth of Russia! ))
Share, subscribe, repost, because a sense of humor and beauty will save the world, and a bitch driven to a state of animalistic sexual frenzy is one of the most beautiful phenomena in nature!
To be concluded...
If you are interested in this book and you can read Russian, we are happy to inform you that this book has been published in Russian and can easily be found in any search engine by entering the query "Пётр Камень Лучшая Чика Сети"...))
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