Golden Wine Countess کے بول

Wonderful orphan owner of these lands your parents death brought you up soon now you're a lady: the vigor of your mouth bearer of privileges, known by a multitude of withered dicks, of politicians and prelates. Merciless malice, virtue of noble tart, effluvium of vice, blood in the urine, old bishops taste, refined sommeliers lustful purple deans, servants of a dog, lackeyes of a snatch, reject of mankind and time. At your feet ethics and morality vile messengers of lies golden wine without sin so crystalline sprinkle my diabolical throat