JimenaRodriiguez

I love to go out and have fun, but I also really like to study and achieve my goals ❤️ And you tell me that you know that I've saigné aux mots de répéter ton nom, frapper mes lèvres avec la soif de t'avoir, donner ma mémoire, l'enregistrer aveuglément, une nouvelle façon de vous sauver dans les baisers From the absence where you call me What's your expectation ❤️

❤️ And you tell me that your breasts are defeated by the force of waiting for me, that your eyes make you sick from having seen my body, that you have lost until the touch of your hands feel this absence in the air, that you forget the warm waist of my mouth ❤️

❤️ I thought of your sex. Simplified the heart, I think to your sex, before the day's wall. I touch the button of joy, it's mûr. And a old sentiment dies degenerate into a brain ❤️

❤️ Woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you resemble the world in your delivery attitude. My wild peasant body mines you and blows the son from the bottom of the earth. I was like a tunnel. The birds fled me and in me the night entered its powerful invasion. To survive I forged you as a weapon like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my slingshot ❤️

❤️ And while he was moving his hips, au leurre used respondant, a certain petit goût lui donna ensuite. But as soon as he knew it wasn't true, he said, "My dear! What are you doing? It's not the wood of the fire." ❤️

❤️ She was certain to be beautiful, until she had all her backs, her legs and her asses in a large and spacious chair. Looking at him, she was very happy. After that he was already very well shaved, and being mocking, insouciant, he was my finger inside the thing. ❤️

❤️ There is no greater beauty than a woman well dressed who knows her own worth and confidence. And that leaves a lasting impression she is the complete package and she knows that's what makes her so beautiful ❤️

❤️ The beauty of a woman is like a rose. She's delicate and fragile, but she's so strong. The beauty of a woman is like the sun. It's warm and radiant, giving life to everything. The beauty of a woman is like a star. It's bright and sparkling, and it's always there. The beauty of a woman is like a pearl. C'est rare et précieux, and that's all it is ❤️

❤️ If Dieu était une femme we would be holding her in our arms to snatch her away and there would be no oaths until death separated us since he would be immortal par excellence and instead of giving us AIDS or panic his immortality would infect us. If Dieu était une femme, he would not settle far in the kingdom of heaven, but we would wait in the hall of hell, arms not closed, it is not a plastic rose and its love not angels. ❤️

❤️ What if Dieu était une femme? Juan demande sans broncher, wow, wow if Dieu était une femme it is possible that agnostics and atheists do not say no with our heads and we have said yes with our guts. He could be nearer to his divine nudity kissing his feet not of air, his pubis not of stone, his breasts not of marble, his lips not of plaster. ❤️

❤️ On fait l'amour de façon incestueuse choquer le poisson et aux bons citoyens de ce et tous les parties. It is a great pleasure to meet you, my dear, and to see you again. Le matin, au petit déjeuner, quand les choses se réveillent lentement I'll call my name and you will answer joyeux, mon égale, ma soeur, ma semblable ❤️

❤️ I love you as my neighbor my equal my fellow slave to slave couples in subversion to the domesticated order. I love you tonight and the other nights with the hallmarks modified as we happily change our clothes and your dress is mine and my sandals are yours as my chest is your chest and your ancestors are mine ❤️

❤️ Seeing you naked is like remembering Earth. The land is flat, without horses. The land without roseau, form pure fermé à l'avenir: frontier of silver. To see you is not to understand the desire for rain who seeks the weak waist or the fever of the sea with a huge face without finding the light of his cheek. ❤️

If one day you try to destroy him, from the simple effort of throwing it you will remain comme moi, well dead. ❤️

❤️ You set the law of all days and the bird of Sunday finds itself in the colours of fire and the mousses of the pot. When a glass breaks, it's your laugh that turns it. The centre of the maison fly like the point sur la ligne. You're dreaming of the endless rain about the collection of buissons nains and the flamboyant underground. If you were stunned, the firmament would break in marble lances, fall upon us. ❤️

❤️ I let my soyeux hair fall on my shoulders and spread my chin towards my lover. The winter sky is cold and low, with violent winds and freezing hail. But when we make love under our couvre-lit, we make three months of summer. ❤️

❤️ You don't have the slightest idea of everything that goes through my head when I grow to want you. ❤️

❤️ If she had said that her embrace went beyond the embrace, so much so that at last her contours were confused, so much so that our chairs were gone, so much so that we lost our souffle, she and I were devoured by the same bloody and insatiable mouth ❤️

❤️ I think about you constantly. At night, when I go to bed, it's a true punishment. Je ne vais pas vous écrire sur cette feuille what fills my thoughts, the folly of desire ❤️

These are pieces of flowers of your body ❤️

❤️ Adonnons-nous sans discernment à tout ce que nos passions suggèrent and we will be always happy. Conscience is not the voice of nature, but only the voice of prejudice. ❤️

❤️ Le piston brillant et huilé enfonçant avec jubilation le groove et répand sa brûlure blanche plus brûlant le plus tranquillement. The piston is brilliant and I have been drowning with joy and I have been drowning with joy. A fugitive witness and disguised saliver and scruter the opening that the volume dilates and that suture its own lava. And in the oval mercury tangent to the tapis, to decipher the ideogram of the shadow: the thought is an illusion: to temper the one who is not named arrives doucement. ❤️

❤️ I set up neatly folded among the white clothes in the closet You removed the sheets from your bed and put me on the top sheet You slipped under the covers and I covered you inch by inch Then we were swept away by the hurricane and we fell panting in the eye of the storm Now you lie drenched in sweat with your sight lost in the flat sky and the sheet from the top still tangled between the legs ❤️

❤️ Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mingle with mine, creating the flavour of temperament. ❤️

No, there will be no mercy in this war because it cannot and has no resurrection without our "petit mort" which gives us life, and I would like to be your terre avant ta bannière, your enseigne et votre obsession et t'aimer sans raison et sans mesure ❤️

❤️ I envy the hands that caress your body, because they can go up for your shoulders and neck to divine caresses and tangle in the hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the delight of your breasts because they can go down for your perfect abdomen and get to the corner truly exquisite and give you glory with infinite pleasure. for I know in advance how far away you are _je cannot avoid... Craving those hands ! ❤️

your faithful companion ❤️

I've always been an extroverted person and I see the positive side of things that happen in life, I draw well during my free time and I know how to tattoo. ❤️

💕Today I want to meet a lot of friends, know me, know that I am a very happy and fun girl, very warm and accommodating, my intimate moments are hot and with a lot of passion, I want you to see me how I do this and what I am capable of..💕