Oh, great oracle codigonuevense! Your readers and hardcore fans already feel an intense itching in the crotch that indicates to us that the weekend is a bit of a start, that we have the Tinder fuming and that we are warmer than the deep-fat fryer of a Mcdonald’s. So, please, illumine us with your wisdom and omniscience to know if this weekend wet more than just the magdalene in the Cola Cao and the rain jacket Quechua. That said, dear readers of New Code: leed, follad and enjoy and ¡¡¡that the astros dealt luck!!!!!!
Do you see that from afar shines and walks away? Since it is your virginity that leaves your body to the Ghost. Yes, crack cocaine (said in any of the genres in which you want to include), this weekend, finally going to dust off the whip and/or to chase away the cobwebs of the chirri. The time has come to catch chub and the astros will send all your good vibes for the thing you don’t end up in a ‘pim-pam-to sleep.’ Welcome to the real world, fucker.
Yes, daughter, yes. There will be pinchito this weekend, but don’t think it will be to throw rockets. The first candidates on your list will be your ex the next door neighbor of the fifth, which always makes the sympathetic, and that for a hack you better and, finally, that hunk of Tinder that in the second sentence of your conversation you made it clear that he wants to ‘meet and fuck’, though not necessarily in that order. In the end, the plans of Eros are strange and, at best, you just riding with the three (what the???).
The hand up waist single, gives it a half turn… that this weekend you embed.
More than six months ago in New Code started to work to our dear fellow-oracle-precarious and you still in your room caught in Forocoches and melting PornHub. Let’s see, do you not realize that you are putting the face of the trolls from David the Gnome? You should leave a little bit of the videos are POV and get to know people with holes real. Who knows, it’s possible that this weekend, even some of them will let you will find. Good luck with that figure.
The alignment of Jupiter, Mars, Paulinho and Semedo tells us that love is to a few hours of play to your door. That special person that you stalkea on Instagram is seriously thinking to take a step forward and it is quite possible that in less than 48 hours, you see it by the spoon (in plan photo lifestyle of Instagram filter Valencia) with a complete stranger that, in addition, does not hide his more obvious traits of psychopathy. But don’t kid yourself: it is not Patrick Bateman. Flees.
Dear Virgo. I Called the Mercadona. To see if you buy more mussels it seems that you are losing iron and lately only makes morcillona. Less bad that you’re going to get lucky and the girl you are going to be some great to understand that these things to men you pass and so you will not have to go secretly cry in the bathroom. No le des vueltas, Morcillaken is the new sex.
Vale, vale. You have it all súpercontrolado. You know what disk you are going to go Saturday night, that your mutual friend will be there to present and you have the drawer of the bedside table llenito of lube, dildos, condoms, strap-on, and that red ball that is used in the sado and that we don’t remember your name (you already know what it is). The issue is that the empotrador nordic of your dreams will eventually surrender to your arms and doesn’t know it yet. Bonus: the squirt what you have insured.
The basement of your failure will always add one more plant. Even a hundred types of Tínderes would take shame to throw yourself full-time to the bed of a stranger that you well strong and well wild sex that you need. A course in first aid sex will come pretty well. To see if you begin to rely a little more on you and you discover that you are a pibonaco maximum which only makes him lack créérselo.
You have been playing without fuck you in your lower parts have gone up on cave paintings. Watch you a little bit of the area that the hare jumps out when you least expect it. Will it be this weekend? Listen to your intuition, which does not fail.
p class=»p1″>Aunt is fucking fall. Spent the day with the ass in pomp looking at the sun. We now turn to consider things serious and look for a good pollón/pussy/tongue with which to tinker under the blanket while you fundís subscription to HBO on Saturday afternoon. So we recommend walking for an exhibition of feminist literature and throw the cane to all that is stirring. If it is a guy sure that is not a machirulo and if it is aunt since you don’t have to explain that feminism strives for equality (or that your clitoris is not a button on the PlayStation). That you take.
It seems that someone is going to write on Saturday but you will come out a little brother in the forehead. A grain of those inmates that even a hundred pounds of makeup hide. Fortunately, your quote seems to come dressed in a suit of lights – mental – and doesn’t care to make the trio. You, your grain and your little person special.
You and your churri you have left retinas throughout the week to luxury in a small house very Instagram village on the coast. However, although I do not go to pillar hurricane Maria, you are going to freak out with that you’re going to fall. But don’t worry: there’s a whole world of sensations, guarrerías and even orgasms (yes, they exist) from under the duvet from Ikea. We recommend you to profit the time to try the whole Kamasutra with Halls Black as a lubricant. Yeah!