ChloeBrunet

🎀I think of you. .. skin to skin. I inhale the aroma of your body while I feel how your hands caress me. I feel them running through my warm touch. 🎀

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands, I want you to be just for me, to drink a mouthful of life from your thighs and wet everything, and wet everything. You seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a lewd Zeus, like a faceless god, seeking your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and wet everything. Enjoy me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, breaks and I sprout and come out and flood you and fill your garden, your labyrinth, where I lose myself and hide to ignite you. and wet everything, and wet everything.

You: chills; you, climbing my back with your fingers; you, climbing the pores of my being .... And those of my skin too. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, colliding with each of my curves. Your tongue in the dark in my body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the bottom of my heart. You: thaw; your teeth on my neck biting me a kiss; you, making my breasts and my chest yours: shaking my breath. Your breath tarnishing every kilometer of my body. You know perfectly my shortcuts .... But you have always been to choose the longest path; to make me wait, to convulse my body kissing me from the end to the beginning of my legs. Anyway: Your fingers in my vagina making me think I'm responsible for global warming.. You: fire; I never thought that a fire on my skin would be so wet...I never thought that I would want to burn so much.

Liturgy of my hands in your hair, urgent caress, full of a sacred moment, complacent in the slope where your neck demands velvet. Conjugate me, condemn me to your heaven that I will carry delirious water in ecstasy of archangels, calming for your eternal fire without consolation.. Transfigure my flesh when receiving Communion, drink from the verb to give, come and levitate, and when descending, pierce to love me, resurrect me at the foot of the noble altar, where your oral sacrament gravitates: a kiss will suffice to heal me.

♪ I'm not going to lie ♪ .... Scorpium Tonight I want to be the one you so long to possess, to be your man, the owner of your skin, to make you crazy. .... * My mind and my caresses are dying to possess you. Feeling your skin next to mine, your humidity inside me when I have you .... * My passion has no limits, the two of us will do anything .... In this delivery of lovers, this is how I want to have you ready when I penetrate .... * I feel your heat next to me, my Excitement increases, you kiss me .... A touch of seduction and your clothes fall to the floor .... * I feel your excited breasts, my hands on your legs. My tongue in the honey of your cocoon slowly draws your Goddess body .... * Naked and dressed by the moon, I see our night like no other. You free yourself from your clothes and between kisses and caresses you consume me .... * Crazy with passion and anxiety, I know that you are my owner in body and soul. I ever dreamed it would come true between your legs to taste your humidity .... * I feel the humidity of your mouth, the massage of your tongue and the caresses of your hands.. You even bring out my feelings .... * Naked you are next to me, your excited breasts and nipples are caressed and kissed, my hands separate your legs and I love you serenely .... *

When, after loving each other, you hold your messy hair, how beautiful your arms areLike in an open book, the black letter emerges from your armpits, fine, sweet against the white. And in the violent gesture, your breasts open, and the nipples, caressed so many times, seem, from afar, darker, larger .... The sex is hidden from you, smaller and softer .... Oh, what a unfolding of things! Then, the suit turns everything into the everyday landscape, like a burrow where snakes, breasts, thighs and arms would hide..

Entering you, head to head, hair to hair, mouth to mouth: the air you breathe - the fixity of memory -, I breathe and in the little light of the afternoon - a ray that does not cease between the burned bones - touches the edges of your body; light that captures the form. Already the zenith of her summons her to another void where her whiteness erases, a mark of sand, your figure. The day devouring sounds burns, from time to time, its thickness and dumps the texture of ash into the voracious night of the senses..

I miss sex. all its aspects. All my respects. Perversion is understanding. Sticking her face in her vagina with her mouth full of aspirin and an unknown finger up her ass. And ten minutes later sitting in a taxi like nothing happened, legs crossed, hands in your lap. And yet the perfect padlock of our necks, and his tongue on my neck and the constant heat of his poreless skin can never revive.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes the restlessness of my fiber, the dew in your hands clinging to my river, the corner where the most beautiful dwells. I want to be in the blood of your seal roe leaf in the previously empty glass, be, love, your taste in the summer, the delight in the pulse of your neck. I want to walk your sweat and your saliva, Dare to taste the living water that in your kiss reflects the sweetness of the scented pond and its smoothness; fast and burning water that captivates brilliance of water that fills my cleft.

The perfect couple is just one person making love. No girl knows my body as I myself and, therefore, my skill is wiser. What a smooth pleasant journey through the sensitive areas of my physique. What a hand that is not mine nor is it someone else's but is touch, touch, angelic breath. What in its right moment to enter the exact measure of my limits. Width or narrowness, whatever I please, I get at the desired moment. What a huge variation I get by being with myself, loving even those who deny me contact.. As many as I want then enjoy them. The perfect couple is one alone making love. In both sexes. This obsession that leads us to love in company is incomprehensible.

" ...lay in a chaisse-longue, and had in her white hand a rose without perfume". Or. It is so lovely to enter her bed, and let my traveling hand rest, between her legs, careless, and to unravel the smooth column - her fleshy, juicy top will taste of strawberries, spicy - to witness the unexpected expression of her anatomy she does not know how to use, to show her the pink It sticks to the indecisive finger, while in treacherous and precise doses it is boldly administered.. It's adorable to pervert a boy, to pull out of his virginal womb that roaring tenderness so much like the final stern of a dying man, that it's impossible not to kill him while he ejaculates..

How beautiful that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand. I look into her clear eyes. I think, meanwhile, that her wonderful body beats next to me. Her breasts are very close to my chest and the hair in her crotch.. He will squeeze, oppressed by the panties, which I guess are adorable and tiny.. And like a nightingale sweet sounds his throat gurgles to my ears. That amazing body talks to me. I answer: "I don't know". The body moves away and I see the hips move away. Most perfect in the whole universe. I have learn English. right now.

You tremble, and your crazy hair spread like hooks of shadow in your juicy flesh.. My hands, bonfires with five flames, lick the marble of your body until it turns pink. Stretched out at my feet like a white carpet you tremble; with your trembling verses of anguish I shape. Your lip is a path of blood towards the spasm; you are a spout of fever among the shadows. My mouth, like a seal in your mouth, is recorded and in the morbidity of your heated breast my pupil, blister of vertigo, is nailed. Kneeling in you, like a shivering claw, I will extinguish myself, my nerves like pink smoke will go in spirals of kisses into the void.

Woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you resemble the world in your attitude of dedication. My wild farmer's body undermines you and makes the son of the bottom of the earth jump. I was just like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and the night entered me in its powerful invasion.. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my slingshot. But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of avid and firm milk. Ah the glasses of the chest Ah the eyes of absence Ah, the pubic roses Ah your slow and sad voice Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my limitless desire, my indecisive pathDark channels where the eternal thirst continues, and the fatigue continues and the infinite pain.

It's a beautiful body that comes towards me. it stops. And he smiles at me. How beautiful that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand. I look into her clear eyes. I think, meanwhile, that his wonderful body beats next to me. Her breasts are very close to my chest and the hair on her crotch.. He will squeeze, oppressed by the panties, which I guess are adorable and tiny.. And like a nightingale sweet sounds his throat gurgles to my ears. That amazing body talks to me. I answer: "I don't know". The body moves away and I see the hips move away. Most perfect in the whole universe. I have learn English. right now.

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room .... Your sighs in my bed. Let me turn off these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain .... Eat from your table. I want my hands to go through every part of your skin, that my kisses and caresses fill you; I want to awaken the desire that dwells in you.. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one that gives you pleasure, the one that makes you sigh .... The one that satisfies your desires as a woman.

I put the tip of my greedy tongue in the very center of the joyous mystery that you hide between your legs toasted by a very hot sun, the bastard, help me to be a better person, my love, cleanse my blemishes, free me from all my faults and devastate me again with pure original sins. ♪ already ♪

You must have coffee in your eyes, because seeing you makes me lose sleep..

I think of you. . skin to skin. I inhale the aroma of your body while I feel how your hands caress me. I feel them warmly running through his touch. Our lips meet ... you eat me ... I eat you ... our tongues play ... we both salivate ... My hands search for your breasts that dig into my chest. My playful fingers on your nipples bring out moans from your lips .... You lay me down and I feel how your wet sex engulfs my member. You move with soft movements while your breasts claim my kisses. With treachery I eat them while your pelvis accelerates its movement. I feel how your sex is contracting. .. your moans are increasing. . I feel how you reach the climax and I gush out, you silence my moans by joining your lips to mine ...

Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is stiff to warm my desert bed, my bohemian bed that is getting cold. Wrap me in your body, my love. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises watching over my agony. Impale my lips with honey, smelling of myrtle and carnations, that enthusiasm drips in your mouth; and melting sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

Far from satisfying my cravings, you alienate me in madness, it is torture that astonishes me, it is hunger that devours me, cell where I find your smile, nostalgic shadowhunter, you flee when you approach, you approach when you are enraged, and in my ghostly rose kisses you take shelter, you light up alone, and you steal from my bones of an old bear in heat a hug and a defeat, alms of hollow kisses, heartbeats that run wild, dream of the dream that quickly arrives and implores me to melt in your mischievous mouth, that it crosses you in this hour in which you are my prey and I your carnivorous presence, your voracious predator of a goddess.

Imagine a woman walking with grace and confidence, with each step showing her femininity and strength. Her legs are long and graceful, a perfect combination of power and finesse. Her behind, in harmony with her figure, is beautiful and attractive, evoking a natural sensuality that captivates those who observe her..

The imagination flies, like a bird with rigid wings it scans the nakedness of the place, in its descent it rests on the thick with great excitement its slenderness arrows him, the silence is broken when the wind groans, swiftly ascends and when reaching the climax exhausted gives way to reality.

Tonight I left the window open so that my thoughts could fly away, and I drew suns in the night sky to illuminate your steps when you arrive. And I wove tremors in your flowers and in your veins, I stripped you of times to break, I drank lightly the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was a captain. I murmured ardors and vigils, I was a sentinel, in the wounded hour my name was a talisman, poor prey of your so hungry mouth, sincere sample of this dark guardian. I painted your lips, your hives, your scented corners with white orange blossom, I made promises with storm splinters and through your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away.

In quiet moments, this woman revels in a glass of wine, immersed in a good book. It's a moment when your mind expands and your imagination flies freely.. His sensitivity is reflected in the way he connects with written words, finding comfort and delight in stories and literary beauty.. But beyond her physical appearance, this woman has an outgoing spirit that lights up any room she walks into.. Her energy is contagious, her charming smile and her fascinating conversation. He enjoys the adrenaline and seeks out new experiences that make him feel alive, always looking for emotions that spark his inner passion. Imagine a woman walking with grace and confidence, with each step showing her femininity and strength.. Its legs are long and graceful, a perfect combination of power and delicacy.. Her butt, in harmony with her figure, is beautiful and attractive, evoking a natural sensuality that captivates the viewer.

Although she enjoys the quiet, she's also drawn to adventure and risk.. Hiking becomes a way to break free of limitations and enter nature, where you find calm and connection to the world around you.. Photography is another of her passions, through which she captures precious moments and expresses her creativity, transmitting emotions through each image.. This woman knows who she is and she feels confident.. Their confidence radiates into every aspect of their lives, enabling them to face challenges with courage and accept their inner and outer beauty.. It does not seek external validation, but feeds on its own self-love and wisdom. She's a woman who inspires others to be authentic and embrace their individuality..

This woman would make a fascinating and passionate companion. Her sensuality and confidence would attract attention, but it's her vibrant, authentic personality that would really captivate. It would be a couple who would share adventures and explore new horizons together, uniting their love of life and their passion for exploration..

In short, you are a sexy and beautiful woman, but your true beauty lies in your outgoing personality, your sensitivity and your confidence in yourself. You're a passionate adventurer, hiker and photographer, and you find pleasure in the small quiet moments with a good book and a glass of wine. You're a complete woman, ready to embark on a new story full of emotion and deep connection..

Imagine a woman walking with grace and confidence, with each step showing her femininity and strength. Her legs are long and graceful, a perfect combination of power and finesse. Her behind, in harmony with her figure, is beautiful and attractive, evoking a natural sensuality that captivates those who observe her..

But beyond her physical appearance, this woman has an outgoing spirit that lights up any room she walks into. Her energy is contagious, her charming smile and her fascinating conversation. She enjoys adrenaline and seeks new experiences that make her feel alive, always looking for emotions that awaken her inner passion..

In quiet moments, this woman enjoys a glass of wine, immersed in reading a good book. It is a moment in which her mind expands and her imagination runs free. Her sensitivity is reflected in the way she connects with written words, finding solace and delight in stories and literary beauty..

This woman knows who she is and she feels sure of herself. Her confidence radiates into every aspect of her life, allowing her to bravely face challenges and embrace her inner and outer beauty. She doesn't look for external validation, but rather she taps into her own self-love and wisdom. She is a woman who inspires others to be authentic and to embrace her individuality..

Oh, what an ancient feeling What good is it to me, I ask, the ink, the paper and the verse Your flesh seems to me, lily red, fresh rush. Full moon brunette. What do you want from my wish On the banks of the river the night is getting wet and on Lolita's breasts the bouquets are dying of love. The branches die of love. The night sings naked on the bridges of March. Lolita washes her body with brackish water and tuberose.. The branches die of love. The night of anise and silver shines on the roofs. Silver streams and mirrors. Anise of your white thighs. The branches die of love.

Although she enjoys the quiet, she is also drawn to adventure and risk. Hiking becomes a way to break free from limitations and get into nature, where she finds calm and connection to the world around her. Photography is another of her passions, through which she captures precious moments and expresses her creativity, transmitting emotions through each image..

This woman would make a fascinating and passionate companion. Her sensuality and her confidence would draw looks, but it's her vibrant and authentic personality that would truly captivate. She would be a partner with whom to share adventures and explore new horizons together, uniting her love of life and her passion for exploration..

In short, you are a sensual and beautiful woman, but your true beauty lies in your outgoing personality, your sensitivity and your self-confidence. You are passionate about adventure, hiking and photography, and you find pleasure in small quiet moments with a good book and a glass of wine. You are a complete woman, ready to embark on a new story full of emotion and deep connection..

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, Today I want to be blind Today I want to be deaf I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone drink from your thighs a breath of life and wet everything and wet it all you seduce me you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a lewd Zeus, like a faceless god looking for your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything and wet it all enjoy me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma it flows, breaks and I gush and I go out and flood and fill you your garden, your labyrinth, where i get lost and hide to turn you on and wet everything and wet it all

My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your buttocks, your hands fly after it ... you caress it ... you masturbate it while my mouth moans with pleasure when you feel your fingers ... You lay me down and your hand guides me to your insides ... The soft sway of your hips soaks my member while my lips devour your breasts. You lay your breasts against my chest, your sex engulfing my member, you feel me on the edge ... you cum ... it flooded you with desire

💙 With my lyrics I forcibly fuck your mind just as my body would do. You read me, you think about me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running over you, desecrating your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you distill just from imagining that I am the one who possesses you.. 💙

In quiet moments, this woman enjoys a glass of wine, immersed in reading a good book. It is a moment in which her mind expands and her imagination runs free. Her sensitivity is reflected in the way she connects with written words, finding solace and delight in stories and literary beauty..

I hope you soon my love for a new adventure

You'll drive me crazy about you💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

They asked me about my favorite place and I said you. . Tell me what you want to do with me today !🙈😊💦

I just saw how attractive you are, and I would like to know if your personality is too.

Entering you, head to head, hair to hair, mouth to mouth: the air you breathe - the fixity of memory -, I breathe and in the little light of the afternoon - a ray that does not cease between the burned bones - touches the edges of your body; light that captures the form. Already the zenith of her summons her to another void where her whiteness erases, a mark of sand, your figure. The day devouring sounds burns, from time to time, its thickness and dumps the texture of ash into the voracious night of the senses..

🌟If you don't believe in love at first sight, I can keep walking past you until you see me. 🌟

Liturgy of my hands in your hair, urgent caress, full of a sacred moment, accommodating at the level where your neck demands velvet. Conjugate me, condemn me to your heaven that I will carry the delirious water in the ecstasy of archangels, calming your eternal fire without consolation. Transfigure my flesh by taking communion, drink from the verb give, come and levitate, and when descending, pass through to love me..

Do you like your girl naughty and wildKeep enjoying all my content made especially for you ❤

Vaivan in your awakened pupils, eyes that dance to the rhythm of the shoulders, long skin at its quivering root, the anxious stalactite of desire, snail that is embedded in the ears; your eyes sudden, terrible. Ah your eyes And madness, enchantment and more madness.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes, the restlessness of my fiber, the dew in your hands holding onto my river, the corner where the most beautiful lives.. I want to be in the blood of your seal roe leaf in the previously empty glass, be, love, your flavor in the summer, the delight in the pulse of your neck. I want to walk your sweat and your saliva, dare to taste the living water that in your kiss reflects the sweetness of the aromatic pond and its smoothness; swift and burning water that captivates shine of water that fills my cleft.

I have a great mood, I love having fun with you constantly, I enjoy what I do daily in my broadcasts and it would be a pleasure for me to continue sharing my days with you!

From your hips to your feet I want to take a long journey. I'm smaller than an insect. I go through these hills, they are oatmeal colored, they have thin footprints that only I know, burned centimeters, pale perspectives.. There is a mountain here. I will never get out of it.. Oh what a giant moss And a crater, a rose of moistened fire Through my legs I descend, spinning a spiral or sleeping on the journey, and I reach your round hard knees like the hard peaks of a clear continent. Towards your feet I slip, at the eight openings, from your sharp, slow, peninsular fingers, and from them the emptiness of the white sheet I fall, blindly and hungry searching for your burning vessel contour!

I dissolve in the magic, I turn in the middle of the pulpy fruit, I hear the soft noise of the burning ember, the moist language anchored in the mouth. A drum announces your pulse, your dark river. I look at myself deep ash I am now.

I settled myself carefully folded among the white clothes in the closet You took the sheets off your bed and put me on top sheet You slipped under the covers and I covered you inch by inch Then we were swept away by the hurricane and fell gasping in the eye of the storm Now you lie bathed in sweat with your gaze lost on the ceiling and the top sheet still tangled between your legs..

With this single hand I tire myself loving you from afar. Lying under the old window, I wait for the sweat to go cold, I contemplate the labyrinth of my arms. I own a rectangle of sky that I will never reach. But we must be more objective, forget the worries, the disappointments, the useless desire for verses that testify to life.. Celebrate the silence of a satisfied body, that godless height to which our mortal flesh reaches. Thus knowing the plenitude that some of us pursue: a man, under the sky, sees his hands.