All language subtitles for Love Battles (2013)

MY STRUGGLE SESSIONS

Ready.

I came to see you to tell you what you already know.

Yes, he died your father.

The chimes were so strong that they must have frightened the angels

if that were eager to come to look for him.

With my sister we came to a few days to sort the house.

Did they come to divide things?

There must not be a book that is readable and furniture are to be donated.

Yes... but is the piano of my grandfather.

I did not see you in the church.

And go to his funeral, pretending that nothing happened,

to add my voice to the chorus of hypocrites.

I do not like that judge.

But I didn't come to reprocharte anything, nor to start again.

There was never anything between us.

What there never was anything?

If you want to...

We don't go to bed,it is true.

But I reprochaste that I would not want to see you more.

Of course...

you comportaste as a lover deceived.

I wanted to get you out of my head.

What are you better?

Are you better?

Yes.

I'm better.

What would I do with a girl like you?

Angry with the whole world, at war with father and brother...

forget the father, your boyfriend or your ex...

Never at peace with herself, never reconciled with anyone.

You are a danger to the public.

Especially for the very balanced and happy as I am.

And for yourself, too.

How funny.

Well...

Really think that I am a danger to the public.

Then,

why are you acercaste to me?

Back to back.

One night you knock at my door in the middle of a crisis of anguish,

you calm really helped with my medications.

After the crisis, as you are dizzy,

you settle in the room of friends,

later you wake up, you hit on my door,

and you tell me you can't sleep.

I stay quiet,

do not move a finger.

Trying to sleep I am not very insightful.

As not you'll flee to your room,

and I don't know if I should go to knock your door.

For me hug is difficult...

if, for an idiot like me, it's complicated.

If I am angry against me, not against you.

Shouldn't you have been angry a long time.

You talked about your piano.

Yes...

I'm going to try to save my piano.

What are you playing your piano?

There.

Long time no touch with me.

<-O -> - what is Your father played? <-O->- Yes, he did.

After, he slept.

I would have liked to listen to him.

Would have risked my eardrums to laugh to see him tinker.

What we taught them to play your piano?

In the beginning Chopin and also Debussy.

But currently I would prefer to play Schumann.

You could use a bit of Bach for decontamination.

When you return your owner?

Come back when you want.

<-O -> - do What you do without complaining? <-O->- Well, yes.

Guardian.

I squat!

<-O -> - what you don't want anything of Dad? <-O->- No.

Do the photos?

I took a photo at the funeral.

Then you don't want anything?

A photo of him dead is nothing.

See your face you soothe, what is that?

Forget it.

Yes.

I played on this piano the grandfather that I loved,

so I want the piano with grandpa.

Thierry wants.

If my brother wants it...

Thierry wants it for his daughter. Do you think playing again?

You can put it in a tank, while I do the duel as all.

Don't go overboard.

Already find place.

It is strange, however.

There was always fights to sit in front of the piano.

To me, it made me laugh.

Apoyabas half buttock and Dad told you that you were not well seated.

Then apoyabas a bit more buttock,

to finish as soon as possible..

Never saw you play more than 5 minutes.

Because he had to be excellent...

brilliant, isn't it?

It was solfeggio, and others.

It is what accounts after the death of the grandfather.

But what grandpa taught me I loved. What you forgot?

It doesn't matter.

He didn't want to make me a famous virtuoso.

You and Thierry are good when it comes to my.

That beautiful union is against me!

That solidarity without faults!

It feels that it does not cost.

Sometimes, when I doubt,

and I see your distressed look about me,

it gives me a feeling very negative about me.

It is a stupidity, my dear.

You're right.

Who belonged to this? To our father.

I don't want to know anything about my father.

What a stupid you are!

It is true. Who is my father?

I don't know.

Then, if there is no father,

there is no inheritance!

What to you mean anything?

I don't know what I would do with this crappy deal.

The father...

do they called him "Dad"?

What called her by her name?

I said "you".

Do you come to pick me up from school?

What you will be here on Sunday?

What you thought on the anniversary of my sister?

It is a "you". For me there is a little.

I want the ball, as his inheritance.

Can I?

What Thierry does not want for his daughter?

Do not want to be a professional footballer?

Why not wanted to see me more?

What can you tell Me?

Not because I slept with you. What is that?

What and well?

Do you mind so little, "You and I" that decided to ignorarme?

Do you feel that that relationship is so ambiguous it could have lasted?

Then there was nothing?

Because I exist.

There was laughter, tenderness, complicity, and now there is nothing.

Nothing.

Or a call, or an SMS, or an email...

the silence.

Don't you want to see me more?

I am not a doll with which to play

and thrown away after one night.

Was there a night?

As if it meant nothing to me come closer to you.

Why not more like me?

Because you, you're one of those men more charming that I met.

Tenderness, complicity, charm.

I you value well as a partner and you think that gives you rights.

Yes.

What a gift!

It is not necessary to finish crying.

But neither does it disappear as well.

It's stupid.

It is not befitting of you.

Can I go back on what I said to you this morning?

No you knocked my door at midnight.

Walked bravely into my room to tell me that you could not sleep.

You managed to enter and no long zoom to my bed...

you... in a t-shirt with a pyjama provided.

<-O->- you Are repeating the same thing. <-O->- No.

Not exactly.

See you... gave me an erection.

I could not come up to you in that state.

We would have laughed if we had had a little humor but...

at that time, so sentimental I couldn't get close to you.

Yes, there is tenderness and everything else but you cast back

and I... I... the same thing.

Then nothing happened.

Oh, yes?

So the criteria is that if you do not take nothing happened.

How difficult that is!

I don't lame since then.

You should have the courage of that night, if possible.

You should have the courage of that night.

And you shouldn't have erections.

Now that you know the reason of my...

let's say failure,

what would you do?

What a failure?

I don't know.

You would not have rejected.

If you guessed my boldness, you should've just asked me.

And this would not have happened as well.

If not I would have stopped.

What you stood for, I did not bring them closer?

You are a coward.

No answer to my question.

What would you have done in my place in that situation?

<-O->- I told You that you would not have rejected. <-O->- But don't care, you left.

That is why I don't want to see a stunning girl like you.

Did not have the boldness to stand up to your father. Now too late.

No matter the mood of that night, it is too late.

What, in the end, what you want to hear?

What I felt drawn to you since I met you?

Yes... and you know it very well.

And on that I should have the mood that night...

it is only for me to be getting out of control and thus be able to fuck me better.

Because you're a great rogue.

I can recover, that state of mind.

But I'm not sure that I deliver.

Does the t-shirt is in the room of friends?

What Planchaste pajamas?

What are in place?

We're going to find out what had happened.

Where is the pajama?

What fucking game is this?

Low.

You're so altered that I fear for my physical integrity.

Are you sure that you have the same mood?

I know how to act.

I had forgotten your work. complementary.

It is true that you are a specialist in stuttering.

You know repeat moods or feelings already experienced.

Revive, reexperimentar...

Now it is different, we have not experienced anything.

It takes time to prepare for the role.

The role.

You'll have to improvise.

I can not sleep.

I feel bad.

The smallest gesture of love.

Did you say "love"?

Of agreement, "tenderness".

<-O->- you're moving in reverse. <-O->- I do Not ask for gestures of love.

Still not able to interpret the situation.

"Love" sounds obscene in your mouth.

You is stopping. Not going to work.

It doesn't matter so much. Why are you so desirable?

See...

It is soft.

No, No.

Quiet.

Enough is enough!

Let go of me!

When you stop being angry, you were beautiful.

And you're not beautiful when you're happy with you.

We will.

Do you feel better?

Quiet.

You can see here.

<-O -> - let's you Destroy any desire... <-O -> - Shut up!

...between us!

What do you want what do you answer?

It seems The "banda del patio".

The fight.

Do you call this "fight"?

Yes...

or fight.

Your fight.

My struggle sessions.

Did you say a session?

How much do I owe you?

It's free.

I just want the good to my neighbor.

The first time,

if not I would have lost,

it could have been called...

"Sessions of love"

"A struggle of love"

because "sessions"-,

it forces me to pay.

I told you it was free.

But if it makes you happy to pay, no problem.

What recovering your piano?

Against your wonderful family you will need to fight with more strength.

I deserve a part of that anger that vuelcas on me,

but with your family you will need to strive a little more.

With me you scattered.

It is a waste of energy to useless.

The day you want the piano you will earn it easily.

I carry it in one hand without any difficulty.

A few sessions with you and it will be, what is that?

If you can... with me, you can be with anyone.

Do you serve?

You are something stupid.

Still counting.

From the beginning I felt that it did not take me by anyone.

Rather by a partner.

A partner of quality!

What a partner of quality? Where did you get that expression?

I also. The first time I saw it...

I said, just a moment,

lasted no more,

but I told myself that I could be the first partner to value

that was going to know.

<-O -> - What quality and value? <-O->- A hunch.

The type you go crazy.

And Bruno and Christophe, and above all... Franck.

Just what I thought for a moment.

In quality and value to end lying.

No.

<-O->- After the fight. <-O->- No.

But it is not normal, you are really bad!

Good.

After I took the hair.

Told Me that I had to fight with more conviction

if I wanted to win the real fight..

<-O -> - What is the real combat? <-O->- Against my family, of course.

They want to give smart and knows Freud memory.

<-S -> - So nothing happened? <-O->- I just got to say.

Anyway a guy with such quality, is very dangerous.

Lets you zoom in, it turns away and you are not taken.

You are going to get crazy.

No.

You would do the same thing.

Sure you'd find very seductive.

It is always the same.

When there are fights and they last a long the types begin to matter to you.

Sure it has some perversion.

It gives Me the same, while pelee.

You are going to be duped. Wants you to fall in love.

And that is not good. Be careful.

Good.

I'm going to sort the ideas. Listen to this.

Do you remember something?

¡Come!

<-O -> - do you Hear my steps? <-O->- I'll give You a slap.

It excites you!

Oh Lame, that's an order!

No! Be careful!

I already know it!

I did not see the car of your sister, so I went in.

Do you attracted by the melody as a rat?

<-O -> - how long time you listen to? <-O->- Difficult, isn't it?

I lock, say.

When he played,

I was excited to see how far I could get.

You can understand the mental state they were in.

And I did not know before they begin playing.

But now, no achievement to discover nothing.

Only clumsiness and irritation.

The music is a spiritual thing.

Do not you realize that I don't have it?

The fingers serve but it is with the mind that is touched.

The fingers follow it.

Mine does not. What then?

It is your mind that is lost.

When you listen to Michelangeli, what you hear chat with Debussy.

I do not dialogue with Debussy, it is clear.

It is good that you walk to the piano and to you also.

And if I can be nasty...

What I don't like is your vitriol.

If you can't both play the piano is because they don't want to get involved.

Be wary of you and says...

"Will you take eggs for this?"

Therefore you look bad.

Oh, yeah?

It would be more my old companion.

Looks more like a ceremony of farewell to something dissonant.

No sir.

This game is still not lost.

Yes, that is good news.

You're No better than my father.

You need to virtuosos.

This will not come out none.

<-O -> - do you Want to come to lunch? <-O->- should I go see the notary.

It can be of late.

Come when you want.

What you're not?

I'm here.

Up.

What do you write?

I am a reader.

<-O->- But you type. <-O->- For anyone, not public.

The other day I told you that you were stupid.

Yes, maybe my whole life.

Do you know why you are stupid?

The stupidity has no limits, does not teach me anything.

You are something stupid because it makes no sense...

lie or not lie down with someone.

I slept with the types that mattered to me

and I don't lay down on the bed with you.

You're really stupid if you don't understand that.

And you I hate because it's not ended up in your bed.

I must tell you that it gets interesting because...

"curiously, the girl, did not come to my bed. "

It is banal, but not so stupid.

<-S -> - And then?
- And then...

will you bathe in your own love.

Is there a dash between "love" and "own"?

Of course.

I'm not surprised that you know how to write it.

Do you think that acostándote with me, it solves your problem?

Do I have a problem?

You're swollen of your love, script, own.

O My God!

I know that I have huge problems.

Another thing.

The other day in the closet,

you made me believe that I could win.

And in the last second...

the instinct of evil.

I'm going to repeat again.

I gave you the opportunity to fight against your father

and your peleabas foolishly with me.

It would have been dishonest to let you win.

Against me, only exasperated, you have no chance.

Wait...

with you, he fought in earnest.

Doesn't make much sense. The stupid is you.

If you had fought against him, I would have noticed.

I would have felt really sore.

You fight with the ghost.

If you're not just a knot of gut in a child's body.

You are almost nothing.

Oh, yes?

An opponent truly has nothing of stupid.

As a combatant, you could do wonders.

Let me train and you will see the results.

I do not understand,

are you my opponent or my coach?

Do you want me to tell you what I think?

Yes, I would like to.

If you are fighting against your true enemies...

I am the fighter, I'm not one of the wrestlers, I am the two,

the combat itself.

You must be a fan of the series Kung Fu.

You think to be serious with me and you're just a little offended.

That is not a mentality of a fighter.

Do you think that I am the big bad Wolf?

If you want to fight with me forget your family.

"Enough, to me you're tired!

You choose.

Why do I not have power?

With the piano I had not the strength.

Not what he could with the piano.

The piano you don't give a fuck.

As you don't give a fuck everything in that house.

No!

Burning the piano and the salt of that house.

Today is the cast.

Is it ok as well?

My coach.

Then I'm going to concentrate on my piano.

Think how little you importaste to your father.

What you can get.

Don't speak no more of it!

Agree.

"Go!

Go save your piano and ends with your family shit!

I want to save your piano and you don't hold the middle round!

I want my piano!

What if I don't succeed?

If you stay with him? What a picture of shit to me!

Sobrestimas to your opponent, I decepcionas.

There is No fight.

Go.

Go.

When you get angry with the right person, you'll be invincible.

Now you're not worth a whistle.

What fun you that gibberish?

Apology.

I can fix your problem very simply.

If I go to bed with you.

While that mine is from 20 years ago with a family of shit.

It is less straightforward.

Agree.

Then don't struggle and take. Do you serve?

We would solve something.

Do you serve?

I was glad to come see you. I was happy with.

Happy you give me to draw near to you.

And now look at what we are. I don't understand.

I didn't even fight.

Good progress, bravo.

We were talking about who would get the Nikon,

and I suddenly put my hand on it.

There was No discussion. Enmudecieron.

After that I went to.

A bit like a thief of candy...

but it's a start.

You're going to end necesitándote.

It is an apparatus with which your father will never photographed.

You are worse than them.

Already depreciaste the heroic courage of my gesture.

But I established the fact.

I photographed a lot, it is true.

It was my brother who I photographed it.

My sister, me and my group.

My group with the other two.

I never fascinated me much.

Therefore this apparatus does not concerns you in anything.

<-O->- No you will desmoralizarme. <-O -> - are you Going to take pictures?

Who?

<-O->- it. <-O -> - Oh, yes?

<-S -> - And who are you going to show? <-O->- my friends.

I said to a friend that sometimes I find you alluring.

As it seems to doubt so it is going to convince.

Of course, it is worth to know your opinion.

It is worth to save your photos,

for a man and a woman casual discover,

then we are dead.

The two are surprised to chance that made the find.

So your pasted in an album, to that the woman casual,

the discover.

Do you understand what I say?

With this wonder you must not have failed any.

This device is the vision of your father on the world, not yours.

Is that bad vision on the world that you ruined it.

Just to be buried and you already want to imitate him.

Your way of seeing.

You want to see like him.

Not, that's what I'm not.

And what about your album?

Sorry, I forgot.

I have here...

the woman and the man coincidental that I found on page 12

as numeraste the pages of the album, of course.

But you would need fotografiarte.

I do not understand, do not shoot when I press here.

What is one of your tricks?

To make me lower the guard. You can do better.

The couple will discover your small museum

and in that treasure, the picture of my for you.

Not disparate.

You all ways do not work.

You and I and this sublime relationship.

The woman guesses that the relationship is sublime

because he knows of the passion in women.

The woman guess who took the photo because she sees me

seductive immediately and you don't need friends idiots.

Called the attention.

The album begins with the picture of my father.

Everything always begins at the death of the father.

There is talk of what is to follow.

For me it is this one that's going to make you immortal.

It's so beautiful this photo that made the cover of the newspapers.

All they ask for that relationship.

All of the playwrights have written about them.

And one less fool discovers the truth.

Tell you that there are no illusions,

that's only going to last an instant and not will survive to the death.

Imagine our dialogue today, transcribe it,

what is interest-free

and understands that our relationship is not interesting.

I would have to fotografiarte as well.

Your father was right. The photography is worth it.

It is necessary to preserve the moment for eternity.

The love smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower,

the bride in her pose sexy on the beach,

groups of friends drinking beer and screaming their happiness...

It is a great one!

It is important to retain all.

Label and paste the beauty of the world.

Do you find it necessary to enter into such a museum of horrors?

Yes, if we photograph the following.

<-O -> - what is The next?
- Of our relationship.

Our sessions... sorry...

it struggles of love!

It would be the "Museum of the struggles of love".

Is the title in large letters on first page.

We will be a very interesting example.

We always talking about my wonderful family!

The same...

you with your vanity...

"I could not catch it"

That will be the subtitle of the album

Oh, yes?

That's the beginning of the album, the beginning of the story.

It's later that it gets exciting.

We shall have to see.

At the beginning of the album, the photo that you put,

before you begin us,

how would you call the photo of your father?

At my corpse.

It is a good principle to reaffirm the splendor of the world.

We don't have photo.

I reveal and there is nothing.

It's all black.

With luck, you peleaste with a machine that does not work.

It is possible to.

Or worked up the photo of your father.

Not endured that photograph.

It is normal to possess this device because

your father died you left a device dying.

It had more humor to be dead than alive.

Is locked, it does not work.

Well, your speech is coming down.

No one will see anything of it.

No one will pretend nothing of it.

Care give a fuck.

You will not be in the sector of "out of the World".

What is useless is to get it out of the top.

You are right they are just shit narcissists.

Although it would have cleaned the eye, would not have been able to.

Now, is the look to be clean.

And if it is locked I can't do it.

Perhaps it is not what was interesting.

Or that you don't find interesting.

Why I spent my entire childhood running around the back of my father?

What was wrong with me?

Do not exaggerate a bit with that device?

I don't know if it's worth to fix it.

For the Museum of the Struggles of Love and everything else.

I'm not sure that you can.

<-O -> - Oh, yes? <-O->- Yes..

I'm not sure that you take an interest in me.

Are you tired of the chatter?

<-O -> - what Is your session? <-O->- Yes.

Stop!

I give you a chance.

<-O -> - Oh, yes? <-O->- Yes.

Gives a step.

See.

Are you ok?

Are you ok?

Course is good but it is necessary also useful to tune.

The mechanics are good but do you have moths here?

I don't know, why?

Because the felts and dampers are rotten.

How much would you pay for him?

1000 euros... seem to me to be fair.

Thank you.

<-O->- When you decide to call me. <-O->- Yes.

<-O->- Goodbye. <-O->- Goodbye.

Do you not find it strange what of the moths?

Dad never talked about moths.

Are we not to be cheating?

This piano should not assert that.

He said that the mechanics was ok.

There is No rush in selling it, has a sentimental value.

The piano is the only thing that I asked.

Am I the only one that had touched him.

Am I the only one that had touched him.

What besides the camera do you want the piano?

Luckily, a piano is a little heavier.

We will talk about it with your brother.

If you offer 1000 euros is because it is the double.

Do you want to untie a knot?

Sorry I hit.

Are you better?

What was wrong with the clerk? Do you disinherited your daughter?

I would like to finish with my father.

I do not give even a coin that stingy.

So stingy with the feelings as with the silver.

You said something great.

That does not importabas more than a stool.

Where did you get that?

Okay, what I dreamed about.

A stool to sit on.

Not you should leave. Today you have a chance of winning.

What do you think?

Yes, interestingly you feel like in a battle.

Your father, your sister, me, is a good mix.

As if I were part of the family.

Don't you feel...

searching for consolation.

Or exhausted by your anger.

You're very alone.

You are cold.

Cold and almost with confidence.

You should control you in what you do.

I love your sense of family.

I had promised...

I had promised that I legaría the piano.

And that is what I would say to my brothers.

But she didn't say anything.

And I hoped that in the court clerk's...

But there was nothing in the testament.

Nothing.

Until the last moment you believed that your father would be...

reliable.

Don't you believe it.

If you do not have a good father have to do another.

They will do those stupid things.

I kissed her thighs and all over the place.

And suddenly I felt alone, very alone.

It is the result of the fight.

I won because I accepted what I wanted. To be my father at that time.

Do you think that really fights against your father?

Yes, it is possible to...

in part.

Is what he says.

But, the truth is that...

I don't feel like that father I kissed the thighs.

It is rather disgusting.

<-O->- But it was not your father. <-O->- But we played to that.

Understand my sadness.

He fought against me, furious for the problem with the piano.

I don't understand the mix you do between that guy and your father

and that history of fights.

You always liked. You need to decide.

Is it necessary to fight and not to advance anything?

But go ahead.

My father has just been buried,

I knew it.

Can not be overlooked.

I screwed up a little session of love.

<-O -> - do you Want me to say something? <-O->- No.

Yes, but hurry.

You're in love with him but you do as you do not like.

Do you want me to say something?

Dilo.

Yesterday was not very much in love with. I was furious.

This morning I had a dream.

Can I tell you?

I see your gaze, far away, in the fog.

I approach, and I see it as a wolf.

I causes so much fear...

that I cannot move or flee.

The wolf begins to whirl around me.

I smell.

He hesitates...

it is about my ass and smell it again.

I start to run as fast as I can.

And when I no more, I see that the wolf is not.

I stop,

recover the breath...

and I feel it in my neck.

His breath is hot.

I recognize you by your smell animal.

And I know that nothing bad I going to happen.

The wolf,

you,

pushes me forward.

And from behind, hard,

you kiss me on the neck.

A wolf...

with your look

and a cock is gigantic.

Curiously, in my dream, I tell myself that I should not forget it.

And I wake up abruptly with your first rush.

Sleep is the most exciting that ever I had.

Thanks to you.

A long time ago that he had not had an orgasm in a dream.

That explains the beautiful smile that I have.

As not take what compensate. And it is very nice.

Can also be viewed as projections of your own feelings.

Sentimentally I would have to see, but sexually...

it is fabulous.

Let's say that it is solved only.

There was No need to fight.

Today, you're not anything silly.

Perhaps your victory of yesterday have something to do.

Don't despise the sessions.

"Today, you're not anything silly. "

You say it as if you were not happy.

You should be proud of.

I not dreamt of you as Little Red riding hood.

Put yourself in my place.

I prefer as llorona.

Why I can dominate more easily?

Do you prefer to cry?

Do as you want.

Do you prefer to be the big bad Wolf in our sessions?

Too much desire will not help to fight.

And to catch either.

Did you see? I give behind.

Since I saw you as a wolf you don't give me fear.

My strength...

My strength of love, the rollover only on you.

I'm going to demolish.

I want to know that can I wait for my mouth on yours.

The struggle is silent as the tango.

There is only to fight. You talk too much.

Yes, the mouth is not made to talk.

It is hot, it blows...

bites.

Are muscles.

Does tomorrow at 17 hours?

Do you need to recover?

Tomorrow at 17.

I do well with the sessions.

That's why I go back.

It is exciting when one does not know that it's going to happen.

What you practiced before going to bed?

This time I would like to you want to fight me.

Not against your father.

Against me.

I agree.

I want to know what your worth against me.

And because I solved my problem of self-love.

With a hyphen.

Okay, the two of them.

Without a companion, without a family.

Without a father, without a brother or sister.

Alone.

I'm sick of the hate family that I impusiste.

I remember that was quite handy.

I can do it, although not much.

Did you face?

Hold on... get involved.

I faced a little bit, when it was your job.

I wonder if you do not corresponds more to you than to me.

For the beautiful girl that I saw at Christmas, and that I do not see more.

I had expected a confidence about your absence...

but nothing.

If you have this in front of you? Do not you excitaría fight with her?

Do you not have played a role without knowing it?

They are only hypothesis.

I do not think I have the talent to threaten anyone.

Martyr.

You can think of.

What the martyrdom is what I get?

We can keep talking for hours as well.

You told Me that you come without an escort.

I would like to know if there is the ghost of the beautiful.

You already answered it.

No.

I don't know if you are missing or you do not mind.

"Don't matter to you" I'll answer.

It doesn't matter. I came here to fight against you and nothing more.

<-O->- First of all, the orders. <-O -> - what orders?

Yes.

"We are going"... or something like that.

"On guard".

What guard?

It is a ritual, you need rules.

We're going to end up hurting ourselves.

<-O -> - what are You afraid of? <-O->- To harm us, yes.

Comments such as...

"slut," or...

"pervert", are tolerated.

Also...

"nice", "bravo", "well-played"-,

can accompany a good blow unexpected.

Otherwise, we say it after.

I decide when is the end.

When you say "stop", was completed.

If you're tired or it gets dangerous you say "stop".

On guard!

Although I like it as you kiss me don't want to say that do not fight.

I do not surrender.

I like that your mouth touch mine, but you must also fight.

I want a wolf showing teeth.

Agree, a true struggle of love.

It is necessary if I want to see you enjoy when you lick her breasts.

I don't lamerás the breasts. I don't the lamerás breasts!

Or well fuck if I can't lamértelos.

I don't threaten.

We do it all.

I want to chupes sex as a girl.

Can I expect that from you?

I want a better performance that the lover that I made it to 15 years.

Do you think you can do it?

Let's do a competition.

You are not modest.

It is not that.

I never received the congratulations of the jury...

but I don't want to achicarme.

According...

but I will forewarn...

when debutas having a great experience,

after you are not complacent.

Oh, no!

You're nothing tolerant.

When you shake a quarter of an hour after catch,

you can't pretend otherwise.

When you do not move more, again.

And then again more.

As a fish that jumps out of the water.

And when you think you are finished, you shake it again.

Time and time again.

Time and time again.

Why let your expert lover?

I was not really in love with him.

Do the jerks not you are good enough?

Essential...

but it is not sufficient.

And what comes after?

To be fuck, again...

and again.

Fucking perfect, is what made my.

Wait, all this to say...

I want to fuck.

What if it doesn't work?

I want to be fuck.

Beginning to doubt if I know to take. I want to fuck with you.

I thought I was a cogedor but it seems that there is better.

In fact it is your ass,

our teeth and tongue,

the last space of freedom and progress.

Thanks to you I will become a famous cogedor

and once you eliminate all the girls that I picked up before your.

Don't you have any shame?

No.

Don't stop when you ask.

When you do not have more forces to be bent on you,

you'll need to get up the ass with your hands to keep taking.

When I want to lay by your side, I do not allow it.

Clench my buttocks and do not let me turn.

Hooked my hips and continues.

When you are dead, you will be able to stop you. Not before.

There is another thing in addition to what I said.

You will enter my ass.

Gently, without charge.

And we don't do anything.

We are focused, we cannot think about anything else.

Your flesh inside of mine.

My ass is left open...

slowly.

And there you are,

your sublime flesh adored,

in the bottom of my ass.

In that moment nothing is the same,

nothing distracts us,

nothing surpasses us.

Advice, good day.

<-O -> - How are you? <-S -> - And you?

Is it something serious?

My only passion is to catch.

What you first realize?

Fuck with him.

Always with unkind words.

The passion, if you prefer.

I need more disputes than normal people.

And with more people than usual.

And more amount of sex.

I do not deny that the sex is above everything.

But now is alone with him.

It is only him.

"Alone with him" means that if I'm not with him, I'm not.

I don't have desires of another if I am in other places.

What do I do?

Did I lock that?

How and when do I leave?

I just want to make love day and night with him.

I think that there is someone who can aplacarme.

Because it is more of the restless guy.

Very restless, in reality.

Above all, what happens is that...

his gaze wolf-I don't feel alive.

I don't feel alive in his eyes.

Today I went to see him and he didn't come to pick me up.

<-O->- I swear that makes me sick. <-O->- you Should be resting.

It's not going to come.

I can not see it.

If you want, I will look it up.

That same, you see! Luckily I trust you.

And in him also.

I need touch, I need to see...

I would get tired.

Exhausted I.

Especially when they are not.

Would have been able to enter.

I don't want to enter.

Why?

How long do you wait to give me a sign of life?

<-O->- You were this morning.
- And it is 9 hours.

Are you going to enter?

It is No use.

What serves you not enter?

Nothing serves.

<-O->- I Want to get rid of it. <-O -> - How To Break Free?

Yes.

If I was a man...

you would be destroyed. I would be destroyed!

Not saldrías live.

Then, you see.

See destrozarme.

I love you.

No!

No.

Wait.

It more strong!!! It more strong!!!

No!

No!

No!

No!

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