Sweet Transylvania

 

Bolinda Langley observes her face in the miroir

Nobody knows how she arrived there, and she doesn't know it either

out, on the paving stones that descend toward the steamy aqueduct, and the pantano, the rain falls on the toads, fat like croquettes.

 Bolinda lies her soft glutei on the couch, and masturbates in front of the myrror

Bolinda gets possessed by the pleasure and cums

as the whyte blanket gets stained with drops of nectarine, out, in the hardened rain of the nival night, the Goddess Demeter walks among the asphodels.