Post by Chlobo on Dec 29, 2014 4:31:00 GMT
The scent of a woman that could only be hers: Dawn Berlitz.
"Welcome home, darling," Ash said to Dawn. He was enchanted the moment she walked across the strawberry fields. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes," Dawn replied. She giggled and curtsied in a patch of red roses. Her dress was velvet red, it was a sign that she wished to dwell in love. Touching her milk like skin, feeling the ocean waves crash from below them. The thoughts of licking her deepest that were best kept in private. Hearing the choir of Pokémon singing as they pass on by. It was a beautiful world.
"Help me take this off," Dawn asked in a sweet voice. "It makes my body feel imprisoned."
Ash pushed Dawn back and pointed at the shape of three mischievous figures from the sky in a balloon shaped as a Meowth. Old habits die hard; harder shall be the shocks from Pikachu's cheeks.
"Welcome home, darling," Ash said to Dawn. He was enchanted the moment she walked across the strawberry fields. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes," Dawn replied. She giggled and curtsied in a patch of red roses. Her dress was velvet red, it was a sign that she wished to dwell in love. Touching her milk like skin, feeling the ocean waves crash from below them. The thoughts of licking her deepest that were best kept in private. Hearing the choir of Pokémon singing as they pass on by. It was a beautiful world.
"Help me take this off," Dawn asked in a sweet voice. "It makes my body feel imprisoned."
Ash pushed Dawn back and pointed at the shape of three mischievous figures from the sky in a balloon shaped as a Meowth. Old habits die hard; harder shall be the shocks from Pikachu's cheeks.
need a break from that. I cannot express how much more I appreciate fan-translations of anything now