EmilyDurand

💜💜 Good day, my dear friend. It's a pleasure to greet you..💜💜
 

                                      
Changing the style of my head is what really characterizes me and has many advantages with different styles, colors and styles that can serve as a form of maintenance and creativity to express your personality and spirit. In addition, it can be a way to renovate and maintain interesting elements and frescoes. Whether you’re experiencing a style change or a complete transformation, you may feel new energy and confidence. Come home and experience this moment to relax, it is one of the richest and most rewarding places in life. It is instantly that you can get rid of the worries of the day, leave the shoes and enjoy the convenience and tranquility of your own space. You can read a book, listen to music, or just watch the eyes and bedtime, those moments of relaxation at home that are essential to recharge your energies and ensure your emotional and physical well-being. My name is Emily. ❤❤😘😘 I am a Colombian webcam model. 😈😈 I love using my Lush toy. I like to exhibit, to put myself naked and to provoke you with my body.. If you're looking for something a little more hardcore from me, you can find it in my videos in my bio! You can buy them all by becoming a fan club member.. Sometimes I like to chat with you and other times I like to dance and make fun of you! I'm always nice, so say hello. I know that everyone doesn 't want to talk or even be seen.. So I'm more than happy that you can sit back and enjoy the show! Riding a motorcycle can be a theetic experience for many people. The feeling of freedom that occurs when recording open paths, the connection with the entorno and the concentration required during the maneuver can have meditative effects. In addition, the action of riding a motorcycle requires special attention, which can help you lose your mind and reduce the effects of alcohol.. It is an activity that combines adventure and introspection, allowing riders to enjoy the scenery and reflect in silence all their time. Eye contact can be a form of non-verbal communication. Across the world, characters can convey a wide range of emotions and feelings, affect and understanding with confidence and sincerity. In addition, maintaining eye contact during a conversation can create the deepest connection between people, making the interaction more meaningful and personal. Entiendo perfectly, the ground and heat have a special way of raising the soul and energy. Ground light is vital for our health, as it helps us produce vitamin D. 🌞🌞 Being in a park and breathing in the fresh air can be a very relaxing and revitalizing experience. Parks are spaces where nature and tranquility are found, offering a refuge from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.. Many people meet peace and enjoy the summer in the serene atmosphere of a park, listening to the song of the pajaros, keeping the brisa suave and observing the variety of plants and trees. It's a perfect place to reflect, meditate or just enjoy the present moment 😏🔥🌈 Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting, drawing or sculpting. Except that, instead of painting, our perverts use sex as our means. 🔥🔥🦋🦋 What is erotic? The acrobatic game of the imagination. The sea of memories in which we bathe. The way we acariciamos and adoramos things with the mirada. What is erotic is our passion for the vitality of life. 🦋🦋🌸 How do you like my city? I love its buildings, mountains and sunset on the rooftops.. Would you like to come and have a wine in this great place? ☕☕🦋 a free and urban girl, who likes to enjoy the simplest things, like a sunset, a good conversation and good company, and why not, everything that has to happen happens.. Wouldn't you like to take a ride with me? I am a good driver, come see and why not, we will play a moment while the journey advances 💋😏🔥💦 I really enjoy being on my motorcycle, it is my most intimate moment where I connect with my thoughts and feelings. I am a girl with varied looks, if you have been here for a while, you know that I like to put accessories in my hair like colorful braids or long braids. ♥ It makes me feel and look different and I LOVE it ♥ I really like to feel sexy, lingerie makes me feel desired, proactive and above all very powerful. 👩‍ 😏 Going on a trip is one of my favorite activities, I love swimming and sunbathing, I disconnect from reality. 🏊‍♀️🧘‍♂️🌞🌞         

I love natural spaces, they help me to free myself from bad thoughts, negative energies and especially they recharge me to continue. 🌴🌳🍃 Hello dear, I'm Emily Durand, nice to see you here! ♥ Hello, my name is Emily Durand, I'm glad to see you here! ♥ Hello, my name is Emily and I want to share something about myself with you. I am a folly girl in love with extreme sports, cinema and travel! These are my favorite activities when I'm a little bored.. I'm a person who likes to be with people, make friends and learn new things.. I always like to challenge myself to improve in everything I do.. I can say that I don't care about the little things.. But the truth is that's the case and I'm often content with simple things like the smell of fresh rain or the hot morning coffee.. We all have our fetishes and our secret ghosts. Un petit conseil pour vous: You can win my heart by offering me a glass of rose.. You see what I mean 🙂 ) And you? What are your passions? My delicate and angelic body will embark you on a crazy adventure of erotic pleasures! So if this is what you are looking for, do not hesitate to visit me! I want to be responsible to your being. I'm all yours. I want to be your submissive, I want to be your petite amie, I want to be your dog.. I want to be your prostitute.. I want to be with you and only with you. I want you to take off my skirt and hold my hand in the street. I want you to sleep with me in my bed all night. I want to breathe the same air. I want you to leave this love. I've got to laugh beside you. I want you to ride me by your side. I want your soulèves ma jupe dans la rue. I want to feel your burning mouth, I want you to devour me, you bite me, you scratch me, you pinch my nipples, you make me vibrate, with this sweet burning, What do you do to me with your fingernails?.. I kiss you, kiss you, suck you, lick you, eat you and caress you, I go down your neck and I bite you.. I stroke your breasts, knead them, squeeze them and suck them, How can I know you like it.. Your nipples rise with pleasure, they shudder and harden, when I squeeze them with my fingers.. Deshabille-moi tes mains lentement seins et hanches débordants, et glissez vos doigts avec diligence between the buttons, the ties, the zippers and the light.. Look at my eyes and open my chemisier, and free my imprisoned breasts, that my desire refuse you nothing, and these are the messengers of desire.. They open to you like two tender roses, while the tongue is on my nipples, and I feel trembling in my legs, and a burning air in my lungs.. There is no ambiguity in my offer, comes to you without shame or shyness, and although with a touch of frivolity, It always looks like the first time. Deshabille-moi tes mains lentement seins et hanches débordants, et glissez vos doigts avec diligence between the buttons, the ties, the zippers and the light.. Look at my eyes and open my chemisier, and free my imprisoned breasts, that my desire refuse you nothing, and these are the messengers of desire.. They open to you like two tender roses, while the tongue is on my nipples, and I feel trembling in my legs, and a burning air in my lungs.. There is no ambiguity in my offer, comes to you without shame or shyness, and although with a touch of frivolity, It always looks like the first time. Undress me your hands slowly overflowing breasts and hips, and assiduously slide your fingers between buttons, ties, zippers. Look at my eyes and open my chemisier, and free my imprisoned breasts, that my desire refuse you nothing, and these are the messengers of desire.. They open to you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue on the nipples, and I feel tremors in my legs, and burning air in the lungs. There is no ambiguity in my offer, it comes to you without shame or shyness, and although with a touch of frivolity, it always feels like the first time. I envy you, even if you don't want to see him, even if I'm immersed in your new world, you don't want to understand him anymore.. I envy you, but your eyes look elsewhere I'm fooled by I don't know what I dream, as if in life there was something more important than that. That which comes out of my soul I will tear through your cruel silences; that which comes out of my mouth and your foolish ears do not understand. Where are your eyes, burning like fire? Where the wild kisses What did you spill over my whole body? Why do your hands no longer caress me, those who have already imprisoned my member? Why is your mouth not exercising more than a sex expert teacher? In the world of sexuality and fantasies, there is a secret realm where women's darkest desires mix with passion and exploration.. Join me in an intimate voyage into the depths of the female spirit, where social expectations fade and the limits of pleasure widen.. Découvrons how these courageous and curious women explore their own sensuality in taboo territory, bousculant les normes imposées et révélant leurs désirs les plus profonds. Welcome to a world of unlimited passion, where freedom to explore is the engine of excitement.. Sensuality often causes love to grow too quickly, so the root remains weak and is easy to uproot Sensuality often causes love to grow too quickly, so the root remains weak and is easy to uproot. Music is what makes me forget about problems and things, I like to dance and listen to different types of music. Come listen to the song, listen and re-listen to the music and why not, listen and re-listen. I will have great pleasure, and even great joy, if you submit to me. The more you submit, the greater my joy will be. The equation is quite simple I will experience great pleasure, and even great joy, if you submit to me. The more you submit, the greater my joy will be. The equation is pretty simple Let's ignore the rules. Get rid of all those details for tonight. I love you.. I want you since you came into my office, and I know you want me too What I have to do is earn your respect and trust, because only then will you allow me to exercise my will on you. If you agree to submit, then I can get great pleasure. I'll be really very happy if you end up doing it.

I want you to feel bad, baby. I want you to remember with every move you make tomorrow that I've been in you. Only me, you're completely mine The best way to get rid of temptation is to succumb to it. In every erotic encounter there is an invisible and always active character: the imagination Orgasm is the great word eater. He only allows moan, howling, inhuman expression, but not the word. The magic of my profession allows me to live the life of my protagonists and the pleasure of describing slowly and carefully an erotic encounter. What is erotic? The acrobatic game of the imagination. The sea of memories in which we swim. The way we caress and adore things with our eyes. What is erotic is our passion for the vitality of life. Perdue dans la brume de cet amour, étourdie de désir, cette passion m'a quitté, c'est ainsi que je t'aime aujourd'hui et pour toujours. I was born in the year of my mother's death.. My heart was beating all this time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. At least until then. I need a clin, of the kind that ends in a savage sex.. I don't ask you to love me, I only ask you to begin this solitude by your kisses and your caresses.. 🔥💋💕 Erotica without transgression does not exist. Both remain immobile, lying on the ground, as if covered in a mantle of tenderness. They look at each other with love but without excitement. 💋🔥💕 No erotic event exists in isolation, can only be experienced once and then forgotten. Eroticism exists only in memory: recalled, reimagined, relived again and again in an incessant present. 💋🔥💕 I will have great pleasure, and even great joy, if you submit to me. The more you submit, the greater my joy will be. The equation is quite simple. 💋🔥💕 Ignore the rules. Get rid of all those details for tonight. I love you.. I want you since you came into my office, and I know you want me too. 🔥💋💕 In the same time, the other main slowly stretched her legs and began to climb the old path she had traveled so many times in the dark.. 💋💦💕 Eroticism and poetry: the first is a metaphor of sexuality, the second an eroticization of language 💋💦💕 Eroticism is a private game in which only oneself, ghosts and players can participate, and whose success depends on its secret character, impermeable to the curiosity of the public. 💦💋💕 I'm constantly thinking about you. At night, when I go to bed, it's a real torture. I will not write to you on this page what fills my thoughts, the madness of desire 🍆💋🔥 Orgasm is the great word eater. It only allows the moaning, the howling, the subhuman expression, but not the word 💋🔥🍆 You made me forget the world, that nothing matters in my thoughts anymore, thanks to you, I let myself be robbed until the last breath, you have now become my owner 💞💋🔥 Kiss me, give me the wetness of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mix with mine creating the taste of temperament 😏💋🔥 I thought he was there a few moments before. She was lying, where the water had flowed all over her body. And I found it intensely erotic. Almost everything about him began to seem erotic to me. 💦🔥💕 I thought he was there a few moments before. She was lying, water was running all over her body. And I found it intensely erotic. Almost everything about him began to seem erotic to me. 💦🔥💕 I thought he was there a few moments before. She was lying there, where the water was running all over her body. And I found it intensely erotic. Almost everything about him began to seem erotic to me. 💦🔥💕 I thought he was there a few moments before. She was lying, where the water had flowed all over her body. And I found it intensely erotic. Almost everything about him began to seem erotic to me. 💦🔥💕 It is not lust, my dear, it is not the brutal madness with which I have written to you these last days and nights, it is not the wild and almost bestial desire of your body, dear, that then drew me to you. No, my darling, it is absolutely not that, but the most tender, most adorable and most compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your fragility 🌙❤💋
 

a little bit of a reading that I liked and reminded you

It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening when I arrived at his house. I knocked on the door and he was waiting for me. I had only a flannel shirt and a boxer, barefoot. So she appeared in front of me when she opened the door. I was wearing a black skirt, sweater and green sandals but no underwear. He greeted me with his frank, clean smile and his face of love. I walked in, he closed the door and immediately I kissed him, he hugged me hard and at once lowered his hands to my buttocks. He put his hands under my sweater and took it off. I also pulled out his shirt as he said – “here I am my master” “here I am my master. For you, to serve you” I immediately knelt. I made a bow, lowered my head to the floor and kissed her feet. I licked his finger, I went up with kisses and licks on one leg and the other until I got there, his dick that already looked bulging under the boxer. I hurried to take it off so I could put it in my mouth. I saw and felt it grew inside me My master enjoyed. I heard him whisper – “that’s it bitch, my bitch, my bitch, that’s it. ¡Don't stop! » I was there on my knees in front of him, with his cock in my mouth, which I licked and sucked like it was a bottle. I swallowed it all, took it out and put it in. Then he took my hair with his hand and put force so that I did it with more firmness and speed. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't control my salivation anymore. My master stopped and took my hands, my knees could not bear it anymore and he helped me stop. He gave me just a kiss on the lips and asked if I wanted something to drink. I initially drank water and then drank a rich wine that he offered me, while telling him something I saw as I arrived at his house. He cared for me health and then I came to kiss his lips. To thank you for caring for me. He immediately took my hand and took me upstairs to his room. – I want you to lie there, on your back. I obeyed. He took my wrists and tied them to chains at the ends of the bed, then I felt him whipping me with leather bands.. It was soft but firm, every pause increased my anxiety. He told me that he loved me but that I had to do it, for having disobeyed him, because I was not punctual, that he had to teach me to be a good whore, a good submissive. I accepted it, my master should not go through that unpleasant moment of waiting for me

I received 20 lashes and the skin on my back was already red, my buttocks already hurt, I moaned and my master said to me, - "Will you learn to be punctual? Will you never be late again?”. – “I promise love, I promise”- I replied. After that he let me go, put a towel on me and hugged me so I didn't feel the cold of the air conditioner anymore.. My nipples were very hard and I felt them sticking out of her breast. My tears came between the love of me master and the sensitivity of feeling punished. My master comforted me I started kissing him and took him to bed. He sat down and I pushed him half lying with his feet on the floor, his cock looked more standing than ever. I licked his cock and sucked it, then I climbed onto the bed, he climbed too completely and I continued sucking. At times I put it all in my mouth, to the point that it produced me backache and my skin was all risen. It came out and in my mouth, so much so that in a moment my master took my head and buried it further in his cock. I heard him moan, suddenly I felt his milk in my mouth. It came out so loud that I swallowed it without thinking. I climbed up to his chest, lay on it and we fell asleep for a few minutes. – “I love you, I love you. I'm yours, your whore, your dog, your slut, I'm whatever you want me to be," I told her before sleep got the better of us.
Bring me a man for you. I shuddered. You finally wanted to materialize my fantasy, your fantasy. I had wanted it for so long. I knew who and I went to talk to him. Kamagere had introduced us when we were lovers and, although he never said anything out of respect, his desire was evident. I explained what we wanted to do, he hesitated for a moment while calibrating, but nodded and his eyes gleamed on his ebony skin.. Arrived at the agreed time. You were sitting in the armchair, still and silent. Your presence intimidated him at first but when I kissed him he grabbed my dress and tore it like a beast leaving me naked and helpless. She opened her mouth and swallowed one of my breasts with her fleshy lips as her hands lowered my thong and her fingers searched my pussy, spread her lips, caressed the clitoris, sank inside me. He bit my nipple with his ivory teeth and I begged. He obeyed and nailed his fangs so hard that I thought he would tear it off, while he drew lines, circles, spirals, on my sex, slowly, quickly, over and over again, over and over again, looking for the source that only Kamagere knew how to find.. I pulled down his elastic-waisted linen pants and stroked his big, hard, erect member, turning his wrist, swinging it up and down, up and down, slowly, quickly, over and over again, over and over again, as he continued to devour my nipple, and I looked into your eyes that shone with wickedness, and into your hand, who was stroking your cock mimicking his hand, mine, until I started moaning, and he started moaning, and you started moaning and you got up from the couch, and you came up to us, and you pulled my hair, and I picked up the pace, and he picked up the pace, and you picked up the pace, and I burst into his hand like a flood that poured down my thighs, down my knees, moistening the ground, and he came in my hand, and you, in yours, in my belly, in my pubis, in my hand, in his hand, like three tributaries that nourish the same river. —You're my whore.. —I'm your whore..

Bring me a woman for me. I shuddered. You finally wanted to materialize your fantasy, my fantasy. I had wanted it for so long. I knew who and I went to talk to her. Although he had never hinted, out of respect I guess, his desire was obvious. I explained what we wanted to do. He hesitated for a moment as he calibrated, but nodded and his eyes shone like coals. Arrived at the agreed time. I was sitting in the armchair, still and silent. My attitude intimidated her at first, but when you kissed her and started unbuttoning her dress, she clung to your body and kissed you as if she wanted to tear your lips off. You squeezed one of her breasts with one hand while you dipped the other into her lace panties looking for her pussy and separated her vulva with your fingers dipping them inside, drawing lines, circles, slowly, quickly, over and over again, over and over again. He pulled down your cotton pants with an elastic waistband and caressed your long, thin, erect cock, turning his wrist, swinging it up and down, from bottom to top, slowly, quickly, over and over again, over and over again, mimicking your slow movements, with your fast movements, while I looked into your eyes and you stuck yours into mine watching me masturbate with my legs open, with one foot on each arm of the couch, mimicking my fingers with hers, with yours, until you started moaning, and she started moaning, and I started moaning, and I got up from the couch so that we were one and you commanded "NO," and I stood motionless as you picked up the pace, and she picked up the pace and mine froze because your wicked look told me that the game had nothing to do with it. to see with ours, that you were taking revenge because you never managed to get me to ejaculate in your fingers and you blamed me, as only a bad master can do, allowing the flood that poured down his thighs, down his knees, until it moistened the ground to join yours, like two tributaries that feed the same river, 'Cause your grudge was bigger than your love. —You're my whore..