I do not forget: this was the year of your life. Yes, I know it will come others, and new seasons come and perhaps even come other titles, you never know ... but keep in mind that there was another me. From the first moment I knew we were meant for each other. And that to keep me in your wallet you thought I was in a football schedule: a mistake. When in the privacy of your room you become interested in the first day you knew that football could become secondary. Yes, secondary to you, who would have thought ... Rapidly shifted to a lower division crossings, the schedule, and even the pool matches of the day. Your eyes and realized the ball ... I know you got the best of my smile but you only had eyes for my breasts. Understandable, natural, well placed, turned, lush but upturned and even with that added morbillo its slight white. I know that makes you a hundred, something like if I said: look handsome, I just remove the bikini top just for you . And this hardness pointing my nipples is a reality always within reach of your hand ... Yes or yes. Just when one day I direct your hands to other hardness I knew that ours would be a triumphant season. Passions and successes. At first it was only in the proximity of the day, played them inside the wallet and your eyes were beyond my breasts, my red and white bikini (I know you got more than a goal in injury time), let alone to my socks ... Know to read your thoughts and imagine that you did love me leaving only red socks of your dreams, the ball was no longer in play and you've already noticed that also hung up his boots ... Days went by victorious and I know that I became a must for you. You understood that the illusions are true. He did not have time outside of football. I dragged them out of the portfolio, touched me, kissed me, I wanted ... And there I was, smiling at you in a long season wins that occasionally get onto clothing. I was even the consolation of unsatisfactory encounters or boring evening: there was my mischievous smile, my blond hair carefully and the strength of my balls ... A year to frame ...
But everything has its purpose. A day of farewell. Now is the last game of a successful season. Goodbye in the calendar ... But you will not forget me at the bottom of the portfolio, do you darling? Look, there will be another me, I assure you ... That the world is full of bratty retreaded, cheek surgery, and even sluts teach you everything the first to change ... Do not trust any affection, that there will be meetings like ours, and last season that the best, just because you say it, does not always come ...
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