AnnaNichols

With every caress, we discover, A world of pleasure, like no other. Your gaze, a flame that sets me free, In this realm of sensuality. In the moonlit glow, our love ignites, As we journey through these passionate nights. Two souls, united in ecstasy, lost in the depths of our intimacy. I felt your hand in mine, your partner's hand, your girl's voice in my ear like a new bell, like a virgin bell of a spring dawn. They were your voice and your hand, in dreams, so true!.. Live, hope, who knows what the earth swallows. It is under your blue looks where there is plenty of duel; I awake new dreams and work with such hopes, which seems to me there will be an exquisite desire dictated spring: to have a fresh, clean soul; Being like the linen that is white and smells like herbs.. Possess the divine secret of laughter; That the Bermeja mouth persists until the last, beautiful, strong, and free silence in the supreme corolla of death with its last bee! ”

Fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming. I am in the most exquisite distress astride you now, sweating feeling an impetuous volcano strain at its peak inside wanting to explode my sweetest self all over you. Be placenta and irrigate your first snack with fetal desire, trapped in the lungs: puddles of molecular oxygen nipple that drips sweat, sweat that drains deformed beats erupting in your inexperienced lips. Be in you when you weren't. Wake me up like this, with the crunchy body with the desire to revolt with the promise of your return with the essence of our wishes, with the hole of your smile with your unattended penalty, with the profusion of our agonies later, I will know how to taste the loneliness of my hours, those that do not understand watches, knowing that I keep inside me all your wet memories

Beneath the night's soft glow, she finds her tune, A girl who loves to dance under the moon. In its gentle light, she feels so free, With every twirl, her heart sings with glee. The moon, her friend, in the sky so high, She shares her dreams as it drifts on by. Its glow, her guide through the darkest night, Filling her world with a soft, soothing light. Uncle the waist on the back of your mounted I go back my back, to a clean kiss fast and never let go, so I amordaces all my silences fill me with you, fill in every pore with the insistence of your tongue, volt that now occupy all my spaces give me hunger shelter in the hole of your arms that I want to give off of me, today, in them

Black and silky the color of desire and erotism, like mars and jupiter, goddess of erostim and sexuality, the duality between the evil and heaven, do you prefer angel or demon? 😏 Root myself in your chest, with every beat sow my arms, paid in caresses to set a sweet love, syrup in your mouth water with my hands your trunk-man, only mine is born in you every night she revolted in branches, leaf litter and fruitful earth: Kneads of flesh like Sarmentosa Mother. Wrap myself with your sad green smile, until it disappears and is a fertilizer of a love story, ours, made of sun, light and terrous blood. You ask me to give you sadness, but I'm only a happy snail, baking up among the toes of your foot, you ask me to give you saliva, when you already know that you have everything inside, fluishing armored and disappearing between my legs

Beneath the night's soft glow, she finds her tune, A girl who loves to dance under the moon. In its gentle light, she feels so free, With every twirl, her heart sings with glee. The moon, her friend, in the sky so high, She shares her dreams as it drifts on by. Its glow, her guide through the darkest night, Filling her world with a soft, soothing light. Uncle the waist on the back of your mounted I go back my back, to a clean kiss fast and never let go, so I amordaces all my silences fill me with you, fill in every pore with the insistence of your tongue, volt that now occupy all my spaces give me hunger shelter in the hole of your arms that I want to give off of me, today, in them

Silk's touch, a whisper on the skin, An echo of passion that burn the most faithful yearning. In every row, in every seam, a secret is revealed, And in the dance of the threads, lust is revealed. The Panty Medias, Witnesses of Mudos of Hidden Passions, Hangs between your thighs, as adult promises. In his soft hug, I find my downfall, A maze of desire, an eternal surrender. I grab your face for a moment: I'm not a mythical movie actor, and not wanting, I get lost among reasonable similarities such as fleeting children we recognize: intact toy, snapshot sexual playcase open thirty hours a day, insured accessibility. You ask me to be a free boomerang, and I think: oblique, and I ask you, I just ask you to tell me the way and come back, or die, in my belly you ask me, and I ask you, disarms me and you compare me as an unfinished comic, as a hesitant waiting, I swallow what I love you, so you never know