EmmaRuiz

Bonjour l'amour, my name is Emma 😈👉👈

🔥The pain and pleasure will disappear, the submission will remain eternally in your soul..🔥

💗💕💗Mon horaire est du lundi au dimanche from 21h30 to 05h30 Colombia / 01h30 to 10h30 GMT Except Tuesdays and Fridays 💗💕💗

💗 Dans la danse de l'aube, on the toile de l'aube, the forms of your being jaillissent, or divine woman. You are the muse of the sun, the essence of desire, the flower that awakens and lights up the night. Your courbes are of sweet hills that invite to touch, your eyes reflect the brilliance of the universe, and on your lips, the promise of an eternal kiss, it slithers, in a seductive manner, like an immersed river.💗

💗The warmth of your body and the glow of your eyes would melt the two poles until the Antarctic itself.. Your lips are fleshy, your breasts are beautiful, your hair is so luxuriant, you surrender me fou. You're sexy by nature, nobody can match your beauty, you have a real grandeur and I can't get you out of my head.. And at the rhythm of your heels, you stop even the traffic while many children are slapping each other.. You fall in love with anyone, you have no pity, you don't care who it is, you leave him open.. Now that I've met you, you've captivated me by your charms, you've paralyzed my heart, you're the owner of all my torments.. I'm just hoping I can love you, I'll have to be an expert artist because to have an affair with you, you have to be gifted to conquer..​💗

💗Loin de satisfaire mes désirs dans la folie, tu m'aliènes, c'est la torture qui m'étonne, c'est la faim qui me dévore, cellule où je retrouve ton sourire, chasseur d'ombres nostalgique, tu fuis quand tu t'approches, tu t'approches quand tu es en colère, et dans mes baisers fantomatiques roses tu t'abrites, tu t'éclaires seul, et tu voles à mes os de vieil ours en chaleur un câlin et une défaite, L'aumône de baisers creux, des battements de cœur qui s'affolent, rêve du rêve qui arrive vite et me supplie de fondre dans ta bouche espiègle, que je passe à travers toi en cette heure où tu es ma proie et moi ta présence carnivore, ton vorace prédateur de Dieu💗

💗When the summer dies, I'll break the ties. Mon chemin serpentine Remember always that love is all that you need Tell me who you want to be and I will set you free It's cold, it's deep I'm with you always, always now, paint a pair of eyes and look while it dries Remember always that love is all you need. Tell me who you want to be and I'll set you free. There is a darkness in the heart of my love. It's cold, it's deep. So bold, so sweet💗

💗♪ From the sky all is more beautiful ♪ ♪ Let me take you to the stars ♪ Mars where nobody will look for you, neither you nor me, where everything is calmer and more solitary for both of us. Where there's no one but you and me Let's leave the earth full of people like that Partons en voyage vers les étoiles et Mars Pour oublier nos problèmes urgents We are contemplating the constellations and we are going to the moon And all our visions that take away the vision that we feel on Earth Take my hand and get out of here Put on your gray sweater and start running away Allons sur Mars où personne ne te cherchera Ni toi ni moi Where everything is calmer and more solitary for us two Where there's no one else but you and me💗

💗 The aroma of a thousand flowers lives in your skin, your hair is the ebene that sends the night, and your hands are sweet caresses that need, like a breeze that, at dusk, touches a desert. You are the embodiment of natural beauty, an erotic poem that life has created, and in the murmuring of the wind and the chant of the waves, your essence rises, a secret revealed. 💗

💕🌹💗🌹Plunge into the bohemian atmosphere of Montmartre, the artistic heart of Paris. Séjournez dans un charmant hôtel de charme au sommet de la colline, from where you can enjoy panoramic views of the city. Explore the narrow streets and cobblestones, visit the famous Basilique du Sacré-Cœur and let yourself be seduced by the magic that inspired great artists such as Picasso and Van Gogh. Enjoy romantic dinners in the terrace cafes and spectacles in the lively squares.🌹💕🌹💕

💕🌹💕🌹The water cascaded, creating a doux murmur in the bathroom.. I'm alone in the shower, letting the hot drops caress my skin.. The humidity of the air added a touch of sensuality to the scene.. I close my eyes, letting the sensation of the water invade me.. Dans mon esprit, des whispers of repulsive desires mingled with the melody of artificial rain. Slowly, the exploratory hands of the imagination were caressing my body, liberating the passion that had been held back for too long.🌹💕🌹💕.

🌹Every glance we exchanged was a restrained sigh, and every touch of our hands was a promise of desire. As the night wore on, the shyness that enveloped me gradually faded, revealing a passion that was just waiting to be unleashed.

After dinner, we walked together in the starry night, where the desire that lay at table turned into a burning fire..🌹💗💕🌹

💕💗🌹In the dim light of the candles, we are reunited for an intimate dinner. The restaurant was enveloped in a romantic atmosphere, and my companion exuded an aura that lit a spark in me. Prudent mais impatient, nous avons partagé des rires et des secrets while the flavors mingled in the air.💕💗🌹

💕💗💕Dans une pièce sombre, only the shadows reveal my secrets. I was on the verge of shyness, but he knew how to decipher hidden mysteries.. While the lights flick, our corps intermingle in a game of shadows and whispers.. Each silhouette told a story of desire, each movement an act of abandonment to a refoulée lust.. Under the enchantment of shadows, the timidity faded, leaving place to a danse sensuelle between my thoughts the darkest and the promises of the night.. I've been there, watching the shadows dance on the walls, aspiring to the liberation of my own captive desires..💕💗💕

💕Dans l'agitation de la ville, mes yeux se perdent dans les ombres du crépuscule quand'il est apparu In the agitation of the city, my eyes were lost in the shadows of the twilight when he appeared. We meet in a café, where the tamed light creates a halo of mystery.. Our hands are frôlées on the table, une connexion électrique qui a allumé the flame of ma passion refoulée. The whispers of the city are gone while we share our laughter and our secrets.. Every word we pronounce was a caress in my spirit, and every look, a sigh held back.. The timidity that enveloped me was gradually dissipating, revealing the lascivious femme qui sommeillait en moi.. At the end of the evening, the intense look of his eyes dancing again in my mind, I was overcome by the desire to explore what the night could offer..💕💕

💗💗The breeze came and caressed the beach at dusk. I walked barefoot on the sand, my thoughts whispering secrets to the waves.. He came out of the shadows, like a dream incarnated.. We meet on the shore, where the ocean embraces the earth.. Our bodies are froules like waves embracing the beach, a dance slow and full of desire.. Under the starry cover, the timidity is dissolved in the passionate embrace of the night.. As I stood there, sitting the sand beneath my feet, the desire to explore the far reaches of that dark night became irresistible..💗💗

💗💗It was a magical night, the full moon illuminated the garden where I was.. The corps danced to the rhythm of the music, and me, in the shadow, like a flower hidden in the shadow.. He approached me with an intense look, inviting me to lose myself in the rhythm of the night.. Cauta, j'ai accepté, et au rythme de la mélodie, nos corps are entwined together and we are all in this together.. Every movement was a caress, every contact a sigh of satisfaction. In the silver light, the timidity faded and the desire grew like shadows in the night.. When the dance was over, I stayed there, in the moonlight, wishing the night never ended..💗💗

💋🔥💋You are the warmth of a golden dawn, the communication of an inspired verse. Your attention is the most precious gift. In you, woman, I find a peaceful world. With every gesture and every look you give me, your essence in my heart is connected. You are the muse who inspires my words, Woman, in you I find such rare riches. 💋🔥💋

In the summer, ardent and vibrant, a brilliant, radiant and loving woman 🌺. Sa peau, dorée comme du sable ☀️ warm, reflects the warmth of the sun, dazzling. Like the ocean that embraces the shore, his eyes are blue, like a marvel 💙. Sous le ciel bleu, sa beauté se détache 🌈 , une déesse de l'été, sans faute This is a very good article.. 🌟 In winter, dans are étreinte ❄️ froide et sereine, elle est une éclair de lumière au milieu de l'hiver (in French, "She is a lightning flash in the middle of winter") 🌬️. Ses cheveux noirs comme la nuit 🌌 deep, they contain secrets that the wind does not spread. 🌪️ His eyes, like stars in the night, guide those who find her pure soul. 👁️. Dans le calme de l'hiver, dans sa solitude 🌓 , she is a mystery that never disappears.

In autumn, like gold leaves, it dresses up, with 🍂 warm colors, like the sunset that exists 🌇. Her smile is like a warm hug 🌞, in the middle of the cool autumn breeze. 🍁 her hair, a river of amber reflections 🌆, Under the golden light of the sun, it's a mirror 🌟. In the season of harvest and love 🍇, she is the beauty of autumn, with

💖 She is like the dawn in the magic forest, her smile awakens nature with charm. His hair, a rainbow in the morning serenity, illuminating the earth with his light, with a good chagrin. His eyes, like fireflies in the night, guide us through the dark forest in the desert. In the midst of the roar of the trees and the river, she is the beauty of dawn, a challenge. 💖

💖 Au printemps, elle est comme une renaissance, renaissante with flowers, with a souffle tendre. It is the springtime. His eyes are like drops of rose at dawn, bright and fresh like the new morning. They are laughing, like the birds sing in the sky, filling the world with life, colours and nostalgia. In the renewal of nature in flowers, she is the essence of spring, with love.. 💖

💖 In the darkness of his solitary chamber, he closes his eyes and lets his imagination fly into a world where a beautiful woman occupies the centre of his attention. He could smell his perfume, a sweet aroma that filled the air like a tempting murmur, inviting to come closer. I imagined the softness of his skin, like soie that slips between his fingers, promising an exquisite and addictive touch. 💖

💖 Dans son esprit, elle était l'incarnation même de l'érotisme, chaque courbe de son corps tracing lines of desire which awakened in him an insatiable fervour. Every detail, every sensation imagined, fed the passion that burned in George, who longed ardently for the day when his dreams would become reality and where he could lose himself in the charms of the woman who inhabited his most intimate ghosts. 💖

💖L'odeur d'une femme is a poem written in subtle and captivating notes, a symphonie d'arômes which seduces the senses and awakens the deepest desires. It's the fresh perfume of rain in your hair, a murmur of jasmine that scents your skin with the sweetness of spring. Every gesture, every movement exhale a unique perfume that envelops the air that surrounds it, leaving in its wake a trail of temptation and mystery. 💖

💖 Dans son essence, the nuances of passion and femininity intertwine, creating an irresistible perfume that intoxicates the soul and lights the flame of desire. It is the aroma of life itself, an ethereal melody that murmurs secrets to the heart and makes the world stop for a moment, delivered to the beauty and the power of a woman's perfume. 💖

💖 In the quiet of this secret corner, where only you and I exist, time stops and the world disappears around us. 💖

💖 Here, between the bruising of the leaves and the sweet melody of the wind, our hearts beat in unison, creating an intimate universe nothing but for us.. Under the cover of stars that adorn the night sky, we forgive ourselves in deep looks that speak of an éternel et sincère amour, where every moment is a treasure that we cherish with passion and devotion.. Dans ce lieu unique, notre amour s'épanouit comme un jardin secret, emplissant l'air of the promise of an future full of complicité and shared happiness 💖

I want to touch you.. They demand me with their hands, if hungry, with their voice, with their powerful but useless tools, they demand me for work.. Do you recognize the enigmatic lines on each paume? There are no riddles there, only clameurs in the sun for your sensuality, for your love.. On the burning nudity your glisses make you vibrate, you are covered with sensuality, covered with air, in freedom, as I have endowed you with light air.. Mamelons rigides, comme des balles sur le point de tirer; volonté créateur de complicité cela vous donne plus, plus vous en donnez This is a very good example of the way that we can use the word "mamelons". Attitude receptive et réceptive, qui dans chaque cavité sirote et dévore, et ce qui est inflexible dans la douceur se serre. The one who is not willing to be touched by the world, the one who is not willing to be touched by the world.. Relax, you who are so sickly, how your voice groans among the smiles..

I'm moving slowly, alternatively, along the double avenue of your open thighs. Imminent my arrival is announced. I'm invited to your own invitation, and I'm seated, how long do you think you're waiting?. Your itinerary is moulded, my pace is quickening,. I will come to thee in an unstoppable tide of successive and insistent waves, to clothe the nakedness of thy sweet skin in an embracing scum on the sand alone.. Peut-être que ça vient comme une impulsion violente to dance in spirals of the wind of the hurricane in order to deflower your rosiers. Ou sera-ce sous la poussée du torrent, enveloppé en moi et secoué en moi, traînant ton corps dans mon courant, sans résistance et sans retrait Or you will be under the force of the torrent, enveloped in me and secoué in me, carrying your body in my current, without resistance and without retreat.

Deshabille-toi dans la lumière, si lentement, that mon désir essaie de vous stimuler, et en découvrant à moitié chaque partie I must stop this élan d'impatience. I'm not going to be able to stop this.. Chaque pli est un diable irréverent qui découvre et cache, sans te montrer dans ta splendeur totale, et je dois t'apprécier dans un processus lent et intermittent. Every pli is an irreverent devil who discovers and hides, without showing you his total splendor, and I must appreciate you in a slow and intermittent process.. My eyes must turn into a main combien contraint par la ferveur païenne He will snatch your chemisier d'un seul coup. And in return we shall weaken our limbs, and we shall fall from the heights in convulsion..

When they kiss you, they tremble like a thousand little fingers on your belly, a thousand erotic whispers that invite me into your shadow intimacy, a thousand trembling thighs that creep me in, demanding that I rise and decent.. And you kiss me in repeating le cri, my body already to your circumscribed body. I've advanced between the diagonal thighs, lubricating columns d'hôpital, où les routes secondaires abyssales Ils croisent parfois des chemins principaux. I'm arrested for drinking from the sources of convulsive water, in the various, intimate bands, solitary zones, sensitive to sensory audacity.. I arrived and I adored; I was not diminished by an anemique esprit or feinte modestie; tout était proposé, tout était accepté dans une nudité absolue, deserted from the shadows of others, like someone who wakes up unexpectedly at our side.

I'm moving slowly, alternatively, along the double avenue of your open thighs. Imminent my arrival is announced. I'm invited to your own invitation, and I'm seated, how long do you think you're waiting?. Your itinerary is moulded, my pace is quickening,. Tête entre les deux cuisses, convergence of two rivers into a single source; La bouche à soif, et dans l'esprit les concepts oublient leur éloquence. The mouth is thirsty, and in the spirit the concepts forget their eloquence.. Who has arrived here without resistance on a chemin d'action irreverent, he does not abandon himself, nor does he repent, shifting his ardour towards innocence.. Toujours en voracité, et avec audace of those who invite, accept et ne sont pas satisfied à chaque nouvelle demande, nouvelle offre. Always in voracity, and with the audacity of those who invite, accept and are not satisfied to every new demand, new offer.. Source enfouie, éclatant moussant sur les lèvres, évoquant rose endormie qui se réveille fébrilement (source enfouie, éclatant moussant on the lips, evocating rose endormie which is awakened feverishly).

I don't like the words when you tell me; I thought you loved them when I told you. The rest is creux, they are only vernis, fruit bark that never ripened.. Le mien et le tien ont la texture des fruits assaisonnés that l'on peut croquer; leur jus coule de chaque larme how l'homme déverse sa sève dans la femme The fruit is flavoured with the essence of the seasoned fruit. If you can't sleep, come with me, that a woman la nuit et sans sommeil cries to be loved, and I force myself to love without limits.. The words you say, the ones I say, they are without interest, without value; the summits of your breasts, your look, your skin is what I seek.. If your mots restent secs, dans l'humidité je t'aime, when your ouvres et tes cuisses s'rent my hips. You will be inspired, even without me speaking, to forge such a poem in overflowing that comme Orphée, you will tame the wild beasts..

C'est l'occasion propice, les blores de minuit, heure qui affaiblit les esprits et les volontés, Quand l'instinct avance et que la pudeur recule, moment of ambiguities imprecise and vague. It is the hour when the instinct advances and the will recedes, the hour when the instinct advances and the will recedes.. When the sens explore des zones ignorées en toi, éclater en frondes, spéléologie lente, et des zones tendues oubliées en moi sont révélées, tous deux fusionnèrent jusqu'à l'aube du jour When the sens explore des zones ignorées en toi, éclater en frondes, spéléologie lente, et des zones tendues oubliées en moi sont révélées, tous deux fusionnèrent until the dawn of the day When the sens explore des zones ignorées en toi, éclater en frondes, spéléologie lente, et des zones tendues oubliées en moi are revealed, all two are merged until the dawn of the day. Mon corps est un jeu d'échecs illimité: Defence in his tours, with deployment of vaillants cavaliers on the terrain, and of oblique bishops; and a host of vulgaires ouvriers, of mediocre combatants; a splendid queen, always provocateur, moving at will, and finally a king, plus qu'efficace, Solemn. Tout le monde invite vous à diriger la terre, move the pieces, toujours avec prudence, show your aggressive instincts, and anticipate the action of the opponent.. Je ne t'offre pas une peau au carré, nor rigide non plus, but ça éclaire avec l'effet dévastateur et massif, from the prairies of the west of India. If you must think well about your move, let the passion exceed what you think.. Peut-être that vous ne voyez pas the rooms. Useless. Move your fingers like you were going to.. Les pions d'abord, pas à pas, lentement, très lentement, du cou à la poitrine, sans ignoring l'aisselle, and the queen is advancing on his belly. Doing horses in snails on the two thighs and letting them feed in the triangular eye. The tours remain at the rear guard. Who needs your protection tonight? I've given up my strength, the lauriers are for winners and losers, in a chivalrous combat, nobody loses.. That you touch them decide to advance then, and give me a chess et mat fort.

I'm surprised, femme, by your timidity, rose that paleth at my distance, rose that trembles between my fingers, surprise-moi, femme, avec votre nudité. Adosa dans une langueur absolue ta peau contre ma peau, qui s'offre à toi; my masculinité, which grows for you, knocks at your doors encore and encore. Entour-moi de tous tes membres, open your cavities sans crainte, and in a total embrace, I will squeeze you against me. We'll all be together a single piece of the trembling of the head sex;.

You admit me into your most intimate coin, and I'm the member that you let in chains; in this way you contract the rings that you allow to move.. I must cry at the same time as you cry at the beat of a hammer blow.. And then when the last groans expired, before I went to sleep, you held me in your arms, again and again.. You plunge into the calm, battez avec moi, couvre-nous du manteau sensuel et chaud, of our dazzling nudity.

Lift up your eyes, femme, and see; regarde droit devant toi, l'âme ouverte; He slept so long in solitude. Wake up, you! Dors le silence maintenant, I play the lyre. Distiques flottants, il se retire tristesse dans sa grotte, elle est déserte de peurs dans la maison et à la porte the air of spring is breathed. Your hand trembles at the touch of my hand, and on the leather touches of your piano my fingers will create a new harmony.. Open up to me, you happy pupils, lips, breasts, genoux écartés, irreversibly ma femme.

You've been by my side for centuries, and today I've found you... I don't know if I'd call you ma bien-aimée, or simplement amoureux. The beloved is a recipient, all like the trees in the repeated breeze, doux explorateur, vagabond. L'amant c'est la ferveur, l'initiative, l'instinct qui sait sauter, the tide that insists, et leche, et embrasse, et quand il arrive, il s'effondre. L'amant is the fervour, the initiative, the instinct that knows how to leap, the tide that insists, and leche, and embrace, and when it arrives, it collapses.. You are my lover, you will be my love, superbe équipement de pistons et cylindres, flexible, rigid or malleable. You've been by my side for centuries, and today I've found you... I've seen full Monday nights, suns dying in the afternoon, but not so round as the discs of your own chair, drawn to compasses, with the relief of their rose-tinted centres in the air.. You've been by my side for centuries, and I've just found you today.. Ah, your frontal advance upon my eyes... I could not see you, deux étangs avec une surface propre et sereine,. Lost in your circles, they have forgotten the rest of the landscape.. Femme de pleine lune sortant du passé, you invade me; you are at my side depuis tant de siècles, et aujourd'hui your rebirth is finally with me.

My best poems are manuscripts, for two flaming palms, ten eloquent feathers, on the pale drape of a human organism that answers to my intimate and suggestive verses..

It was a matinée propre. , literary. Son visage était l'exigence d'un sonnet, and I read it, long, charnel, fourteen kisses from the front to the back.. I've improvised them, without stopping to receive inspired encouragements from the muses.. He wanted more poetry, and I printed an octave on each sein, alternate rhymes completant des cercles autour des pédoncules dressés. And I had to repeat the concentric and doux trajectories verse by verse.. He wanted a simple brief couplet on the belly, going up the lyrical bouquet, and en cours the serpent of desire.. And I wrote it with a trembling hand, and with petal lips.. And he begged me for a poem without end, like the epics they wrote yesterday's rhapsodes, for your cheeks to open suddenly.. And I started it in reverse chronology, lengthening the story, at a slow pace.. I've traversed centuries and landscapes, each more distant, more splendid, rivers of light to the caves, from the haute lande to the gorge.. I'm finally here, feverish and sweaty, millennia after millennia, at the threshold of life, at the cradle of time, when a tree forbade its apples, and a woman violated the commandment.. I'm always developing my poem, always with the traits of verse. I've seen his first pulsations and explored his mysteries.. I've continued to move forward in his dark world, and I've been able to see the universe form in a cosmic explosion.. I carry your resonance and your memory.. It was a morning where I saw the world and so many millennia..

A stop on the way and an offer for the unknown traveler; as I am, revealed in my soul and in my body, like a flower without pot or gardener; If thou passest, thou wilt see me free, awake thyself; but thou, it will be another; in the meantime, I hope the hand waved, the word sweet, et l'âme naïve, et en même temps perverse

He invited me to dance in his lit.. I say with the security of those who release forbidden intentions, and allege are packet of taboos. I've been drinking my eyes while talking, their anatomy a fervent toast to me, in anticipation of my reply, as if I feared escape or rejection.. He started to make night.. The piece is poorly lit; le citronnier throwing a coup d'œil par la fenêtre et a boléro chantant on the console, insinuant. I didn't say anything. I've surrounded his waist, in approaching him, and with as much detail I've deciphered my lover's objective..