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The mirror has deceived me, sweet deception, returning an image that is not mine; I offer my nakedness to it every day wrapped only in the steam of the bath. It never returned a strange reflection, only to me, in my sadness or my joy, but today I saw your face appear under my brown hair. And as your eyes stared at me, my wet skin felt you present, and a slight chill embraced me. And I won't know if my delight came from your caress or my caress, mine your hands, and your face mine.

Deshabille-toi à la lumière, si lentement, that mon désir tente de t'aiguillonner, et qu'en découvrant à moitié chaque partie de moi je dois retenir l'élan impatient. I was born in the middle of the night.. Chaque pli est un diable irréverent qui découvre et cache, sans te montrer dans sa splendeur totale, et je dois jouir de toi dans un lent processus intermittent. Every pli is an irreverent devil who discovers and hides, without showing you in his total splendour, and I must enjoy you in a slow and intermittent process.. My eyes must turn into a hand that, pushed by the ferveur païenne, will tear your chemisier from a dry blow.. And in return, we'll lose our limbs, and we'll fall from our knees in convulsions..

No, this is what I need to collect money as severance pay from my old job. I worked for T-Mobile Undress my hands slowly on my breasts and hips, and slide your fingers diligently between the buttons, knots, zippers. Look me in the eyes and open my blouse, and pick up the breasts imprisoned, that my desire denies you nothing, and that they are the messengers of desire. They open to you like two tender roses, attending the tongue on the nipples, and I feel trembling in my legs, and a burning air in my lungs.. There is no ambiguity in my offer, she addresses you without pudeur or timidity, and though she is tinged with frivolity, it seems that it is always the first time.. Kiss my hungry mouth, and make play the two languages in contact, il ne doit rien et avoir que je ne veux consent, à moi la volonté, à toi l'acte.. On my two, there and a des chemins inhabituels that ma main n'a jamais foulés, Et de tes doigts, des tourbillons de tes doigts hérissent the skin of mon flanc. With a brief and delicate shake my blouse comes off my shoulders; I am half naked and on fire, and I raise my arms, which stretch toward you. Une courte pause au niveau de la taille, me rouler dans des caresses circulaires, et explore le reste de mon architecture, avec un passage franc à tous mes endroits. I'm going to explore the rest of my architecture, with a passage to all my places.. Drop the skirt at my feet. Finally, we.. What freedom and what independence I feel. There is no more hesitation or doubt in me, only serenity. , and the audacity. My eyes are fixed on yours, and your hands envelop me with insistence; the effleurements provoke des réjouissances, the lens frictions are font plus fréquentes. Bring me closer, cover me completely, chain me to you, and open my rose, give me a full kiss, in such a way that it leads to a voluptuous fusion. Stand up and receive the double embrace, and encircling your body with my legs, introduce your fury with a claw flooding my inner chambers. The impetus, the groans and the sweat will tell me that I am yours and you are mine; we will be mutually possessive, like the riverbed and the waters of the river.