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Oh, I feel like there's something coming over me I feel like there's something coming over me Oh, I feel like there's something coming over me Over me, over me Your lips on my lips make me lose my, keep 'em there till there's no air in my chest ♪ When you're walking in ♪ ♪ Cause when our eyes lock ♪ ♪ It's like my heart stops ♪ ♪ Ah, I lose my breath ♪ When you're walking in You make my knees drop It's like I'm in shock

I miss you more than ever and I don't know what to do I wake up in the morning and I remember you I expect to live another day without you The mirror doesn't lie, I look so different I miss you People came and came always the same The rhythm of life seems wrong to me It was so different when you were here Yes it was different when you were there There's nothing more difficult to live without you Suffering while waiting to see you arrive The cold of my body asks for you And I don't know where you are If you hadn't left, I would be so happy There's nothing more difficult to live without you Suffering while waiting to see you arrive The cold of my body asks for you And I don't know where you are If you hadn't left, I would be so happy

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do 'Cause she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me Walking in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

Expressive eyes Smiley face Nice look That's why here you have What you asked me That I would be inspired by you A nice song that will reach the soul That's why you have me of you in love I composed happily But now, romantic And who isn't inspired by seeing you pretty? With those little holes in your cheeks With those wishes that are mine And that they are accompanied by caresses?

What would have been? If I had met you before Surely you would be dancing this one with me Not as friends But as something else You nearby make me dangerous For a little kiss, I'll do anything His girlfriend makes me jealous And although she's beautiful, hey! She's not gonna treat you like me He's not gonna kiss you like me She's not as rich as I am She's shy and I'm not With this desire that I have I dare eat them both Today you're hanging out with her But, mmm, maybe not later

I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way I promise 'em that you're different And everyone makes mistakes, but just don't I heard you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight I tell them it's just your culture And everyone rolls their eyes, yeah, I know All I'm asking, baby Please, please, please Don't prove I'm right And please, please, please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice Heartbreak is one thing My ego's another I beg you: Don't embarrass me

Hello darling, here you will be able to know another side of FLOR, an FLOR not so sexy, as she usually is on broadcast but that you are going to love, you will know my daily routine, some of my frequent activities, my crazy thoughts, my favorite things like places, meals, among many others that may interest I'm not sure if we have anything in common, but I'm sure we'll be very happy to meet you. I hope you like it! See you soon! Kisses!

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Une bonne fessée et des morsures pour mes seins ça' excite me the claques me rendent excitée comme 😎🥵😈 you can take une laisse et un battement de coeur et punish me if I do something that you don't like but aussi 😎😎

I love kisses on the neck, sweet caresses, kisses on the nipples on the abdomen and your fingers feeling the warmth of my body that you put your sweet sex on me and give me tenderness and passion 😍 🥰

Tissing your dreams, of your body not enchevêtré avec le mien, of your head posée sur ma poitrine, of your main tenant what qui n'appartient qu'à toi pendant que tu t'endors, pendant que je tremble encore en ressentant les effets secondaires de ton amour affolé et touché par mes lèvres.. I want the world to disappear behind this door, and you have the pen and paper to take care of your toile et en toi, avec l'encre de mon âme, je peins des paysages d'amour, écris-moi sur ta peau car moi seul sais comment le faire. To make love to you is to make poetry in your body, and words are not necessary until you make me cry your name..

Acouplée Let your breasts rain down on me swinging, slipping into the thigh basin. Pleasure, on tiptoe over the body, burns a hidden path. There's a dream of lips above the belly, of wandering lips, cool in shade and moisture, like the wings of roses unleashed at dusk. And cherries already ripe by invisible grooves, over the skin of the chest, up to the naked neck, brackets of nard on the cheeks, for the mouth alternative fruit. They crowd in sudden cadence, throbbing in tumult, blood red in restless hearts, convulsive around rough sex.. Acuplate, woman, in fluctuating, reciprocal impulses, that in your bowels I must entrench myself, and you, in captivity, I catapult.

in the depth of the fire, burning incessantly, your manly essence emerges, a charm impossible to avoid. Your eyes, burning embers, reflect passion and desire, your skin, like a lit flame, awakening a longing in me. Every word you say, a whisper that burns, every look you give, a desire that alienates me. Your presence, an intense bonfire, that consumes my being without control, each caress, a torrent of flames, that ignites an erupting volcano in me. You are the sun at its peak, illuminating my universe without ceasing, your arms, a white-hot hug, that envelops me and makes me sigh.

I want to feel you with my hands in your hands against the wall I exhale with unquenchable emotions. I want to hear your gems and your strong gems because the words are too hard to speak in the fire of action. I love you with your eyes closed while you lose yourself in irresistible desires for the moment..

I want to feel you with my hands in your hands against the wall expired by inextinguishable emotions. I want to hear your loud moans and moans because the words are too hard to talk in the heat of the moment. I love you with your eyes closed as you get lost in the overwhelming desires for this moment..

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" (ooh, oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again Hit the town, fool around, let's go party You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, Oh, I'm having so much fun Well, Barbie, we're just getting started Oh, I love you, Ken Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of the open thighs, what good is the double curves of the hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if only my idea and my desire imprison you I want to do myself what you should, lacking voice and breath to my hand, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen I'm missing your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you've so often created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

In this loneliness that increases my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, damp and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offer that consumes my hours of anxiety, unaccepted; On this night you will see the perfume of my skin in the evaporated air; in this bed, which is empty of you, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace in which I hold you mine, and that your embrace, absent, does not complete.. the brief flame of the candle erected on the candlestick, on the shelf, overflows into the melted wax, a defiant phallic symbol. a light breath leaves my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm touch of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my insides. And I have to make up for the absence of your touch with the dictates of my fantasy, alone consummating the same act that I would consummate with you, my love..

In this loneliness that increases my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, damp and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offer that consumes my hours of anxiety, unaccepted; On this night you will see the perfume of my skin in the evaporated air; in this bed, which is empty of you, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace in which I hold you mine, and that your embrace, absent, does not complete.. the brief flame of the candle erected on the candlestick, on the shelf, overflows into the melted wax, a defiant phallic symbol. a light breath leaves my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm touch of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my insides. And I have to make up for the absence of your touch with the dictates of my fantasy, alone consummating the same act that I would consummate with you, my love..

Only you, me my body is yours I love your breasts I bite your nipples You excite me You excite me with your moaning I open your most precious gift What's between your legs I suck your elixir I present it and ejaculate again and again and your moans become endless.. Only you, me, my body, your body I lick your breasts I bite your nipples You turn me on You turn me on with your moaning I open your most precious gift What's between your legs I suck your elixir I stick it in you and ejaculate it over and over and your moaning becomes endless.

I'm alone, my body is at you I'm leaking your breasts I'm molds your tits You excite me You excite me with your moaning I've opened your most precious gift what's it and a au milieu de tes jambes I suce ton élixir I present you and I'ejacule encore et encore et tes gémissements deviennent sans fin.. I'm alone you, me my body yours I lick your breasts I bite your nipples you excite me you excite me with your moan I open your most valuable gift what's in the middle of your legs I suck your elixir I introduce it and ejaculate again and again and your moan becomes endless.

I spent the evening in your thoughts, I sighed in your memory, I dined with your paintings hanging on my table, I showered with the hormones stirring; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire lurked in my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I buried myself desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking I dreamed three dreams. The first one was when we met.. , The second was with your body, and the third was with burning moments; my body rose wet with desire, I woke up to the sound of pulsations heightened like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and in my agitated breath I cried out your name, yes.. I'm that man.♥

I've spent the evening in your thoughts, I've sighed in your memory, I've dined with your pictures hanging around my table, I've showered with my restless hormones; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire hunted down my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I sank desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking of you and had three dreams: The first was when we met, the second was with your body, and the third with burning moments; my body woke up wet from desire, I woke up to the sound of palpitations increased like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and between my restless breathing I cried out your name, yes.. I am this man.

Dressing in red and wearing good heels to complement it, I love it, of course you can't miss a relaxed and sensual atmosphere that improves the experience! This color makes me feel sexy and desired, it brings out my most daring and horny side, it also makes me explore new things in bed, one thing you should know about me is that I like older men since I like to learn a lot from them I like to be submissive but other times I like to be in control and see men horny for me, but young men like me are not left behind since with them I have achieved several orgasms! If you're a gentleman and subtle man but at the same time you like strength and are very horny in bed like me, you will have me with you for a long time!

I've spent the evening in your thoughts, I've sighed in your memory, I've dined with your pictures hanging around my table, I've showered with my restless hormones; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire hunted down my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I sank desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking of you and had three dreams: The first was when we met, the second was with your body, and the third with burning moments; my body woke up wet from desire, I woke up to the sound of palpitations increased like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and between my restless breathing I cried out your name, yes.. I am this man.

It demands the touch rub and kiss of the opposite sex in exclusive bond; but sometimes claims the contso of a third party in the embrace. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, one for love, one for sex, simultaneously that no one cheats. And the sensual charm of each lady, granting each other a transfer of voluptuousness, on a bed that three share without interference.. ¿Who is more expert in the stealth arts of pleasure gratification, than the woman who sees her own parts when exploring another woman's skin, and what better education or school for the inexperienced man, (are they not all? ), to observe how much exquisiteness, fieryness and manners are revealed in them.. In continuous rotation, interwoven, live, backwards and forwards, without taboos, repressing the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverse.. I'll coin my kisses over kisses she's left in you, with the flavors she herself left in my mouth printed, but only you will catch my trembling.. And thy kisses shall fall upon the path which she herself has made by caressing me; and they shall carry her fragrance, but thy offering shall be better, because thou hast known to love me.. ¿and jealousy, can you untangle yourself from their tangles? The hour will come when the purest union is shared. Will you be the one who enjoys contemplating, or will you weep, sweet, sensual, tender, lustful master, and I will love you with the imprint of a woman; but with the same imprint on my living skin, will you adore me tomorrow as yesterday?

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of the open thighs, what good is the double curves of the hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if only my idea and my desire imprison you I want to do myself what you should, lacking voice and breath to my hand, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen I'm missing your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you've so often created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

Exige du toucher, du toucher et un baiser du sexe opposé en lien exclusif; mais parfois cela demande un contrepoids d'un tiers dans l'étreinte (exige the touch, the touch and the kiss of the opposite sex in exclusive connection); but sometimes it requires a counterpoids of a third in the embrace. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, to the one for love, to the one for sex, in a simultaneity that deceives no one.. And the charm of every woman, to grant a mutual transfer of pleasure, on a bed that three share without interference.. Who is more expert in the art of pleasure than the woman who sees her own parties by exploring the skin of another woman, and what better education or school for the inexperienced man? n'y en aura pas deux, même s'ils pouvaient l'être, des participants actifs et sans honte; le tiers peut-il s'arrêter pour le voir, or rejoignez simplement trois amoureux. The third can stop to see, or join simply three lovers.. In continuous rotation, interlaced, in direct, devant et derrière, sans tabous inhibant the senses, unissant the innocent to the perverse. I'll invent my kisses on the kisses she left in you, with the flavors she left her own imprints in my mouth, but you alone perceive my trembling.. And your kisses will fall on the path she herself set when she caressed me; and they will bear its aroma, but your offering will be better, because you have known how to love me. And the jealousy? Can you untangle your tangles? When the time comes where the purest union is shared, will you be the one who loves to behold or the one who weeps? I love thee sweet, sensual, tender, lascivious, and I will love thee with the imprint of a woman; but with the same imprint on my living skin,

I want you to kiss me, that you are for me I want to take your hand and run away with you from the world, to a place far away, where there is only you and me. Where no one can look at you, hear your voice or smell you. I want to merge with you in a clin sans fin and whisper to you in your ear:. Je te veux, parce que tu as tout changé, quand soudain tu es apparu You have changed my look, my smile, you have changed the most important thing in moi.. I want you, because you're like a vice, one of those who make me happy, who penetrate deeply into my heart, who don't let me sleep, who make me mad, but who give meaning to my existence.. I want you, because every time I look at you, I find a reason to live and I want you to have everything..

Go to bed, make me feel your breasts swinging, glissant in the creases of my thighs. Le plaisir, sur la pointe des pieds, sur le corps, brûle a chemin caché. This is the way to go.. There's a dream of southern lips in the belly, of wandering lips, cold shade and humidity, like the wings of roses defoliated at dusk.. And your cherries trailers are already melting along invisible armchairs, on the skin of the breast, until the naked cou, from the parentheses of tubers on the joys, for the alternative fruit of the mouth. They are seen in a sudden cadence of heart-beatings in tumulte, blood-red in an agitated heart, convulsive around hard sex.. Come together, femme, in fluctuant, in fluctuating impulses et réciproques, that dans tes entrailles je dois me retrancher, et vers toi, en captivité, je me catapulte. I'm not going to be able to go back to the way I was before..

Beyond these skies, far from here where the sun sets at night to recharge, fill with light and continue with its daily waste. There was a small lonely island that the sea with all its waters bathed breaking the rocks that covered it by taking the small, the big remained. A flying bird was tired When it sees this island, it goes there It carried a small seed in its beak If you eat it in flight, you'll drop it. He landed as always at the highest point where the hardest rock is usually and trying to eat the small seed He fell, he rolled, he lost himself in the furrow. Disappointed and sad, she continues her way. looking for another inhabited island the existence of man did not make her happy the most important thing is that he was planted. We knew nothing about the end of this story. There was no record left if he could achieve it if there were other islands that had plants where to make his nest and be able to nest. Meanwhile on the island, the seed remained it adhered firmly to the rock and germinated there the drops of salt water watered it and the raindrops that fell in winter. Its growth was low, but it produced a beautiful flower. On the bare rock there was only it radiating its own colors into its environment: It was a world without flowers and without stars. Painters came to immortalize its image and also hummingbirds to sip its sweetness. Later, a poet wrote some verses for it that will tell the story of this beautiful flower.

And I said: Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, uh, oh 'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet, but you were everything to me.

I want a man who supports me in everything. on the table, on the wall, on the stairs. I want a man who will support me in everything. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs. I want a man who will support me in everything. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs.

I'd like to be a pirate, not for the gold or the silver, but for that treasure you've got between your legs

I would like to be a pirate, not for gold or silver, but for that treasure you have between your legs I would like to be a pirate, not for gold or silver, but for that treasure you have between your legs

Your breasts rain down on me, swinging, sliding in the socket of my thighs. Pleasure, tiptoeing over the body, burns a hidden path. There is a dream of lips on the belly, of wandering lips, fresh with shadow and humidity, like the wings of roses stripped of their leaves at twilight.. And you tow ripe cherries through invisible furrows, on the skin of the chest, up to the bare neck, for the mouth alternative fruit. Beats gather in sudden cadence in tumult, red with blood in a restless heart, convulsive around rough sex. Couple yourself, woman, in fluctuating, reciprocal impulses, for in your bowels I must entrench myself, and to you, in captivity,