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_♥ Meli Benz ♥_

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Again here, in the middle of the afternoon, the sun shines with just umbras, the color of the orange sky that is seen in the distance as if it were a perfect canvas, sitting in bed I observe the window and with me accompanied a book by Aveyana, the one who reads every afternoon, full of uncertainty and sad moment, who steals me sighs and dreams, I wait for me. Upon entering the room he held my head with his hands and kissed putting his tongue in my mouth leaving his saliva dissolve in my tongue -I missed him too much, his love, his protectors arms and all of him, and he also needed to make love to me and have him inside, my body became imagining his caresses and kisses. -I liked the proximity that my tongue had with yours and the heat that transmits me from its sweet and fleshy lips, -I like to feel it, stroke it and occasionally travel its intimate parts like a playful one -it has a very fibly body to which I like to play with great force. For a few minutes we are silent, savoring the beautiful direct nectar of our lips. A long kisses session bristling the skin, knew how to kiss and use their lips and tongue. *I am surprised at what is growing in his crotch. From my mouth a nervous gigter* comes out* -Don't worry, I will not do that yet, "I little by little I went down from her lips, torso, belly.. until the forbidden arrived, in this case I was not prohibited for my lips -I began to make small ravages on your body every time my tongue touched her flower- I got to feel the sighs of pleasure that I let out for my bica, and the desires that I felt that their tongue picked up the narrow hole of my vagina and splashing of its saliva falling by its chin.

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Once again here, in the middle of the afternoon, the sun shines with barely shadows, the color of the orange sky that is seen in the distance as if it were a perfect canvas, sitting on the bed I observe the window and with me accompanied a book of aveyana, the one I read every afternoon, full of uncertainty and sad memories. moment, who robs me sighs and dreams, I wait for ml husband in heat. When he entered the room he held my head with his hands and kissed me putting his tongue in my mouth letting his saliva dissolve in my tongue -I missed him too much, his caress, his protective arms and all of him, and I also needed him to make love to me and have him inside me, my body became fierce imagining his caresses and his kisses. -I liked the proximity that my tongue had with hers and the warmth that transmits me from her sweet and fleshy lips, -I like to feel her, caress her and from time to time go through her intimate parts like a toy- she has a very fibered body which I like to touch very strongly. For a few minutes we were silent, savoring the precious nectar directly from our lips. A long session of kisses that ridged the skin, he knew how to kiss and use his lips and tongue. *I'm surprised at what's growing in his crotch. From my mouth comes a nervous giggle * -Don't worry I won't do that yet- slowly I went down from her lips, torso, belly.. until the forbidden came, in this case it was not forbidden for my lips -I began to make small ravages on her body every time my tongue touched her flower- I came to feel the sighs of pleasure that he let escape by my bica, and the yearnings that he felt with that his tongue picked up the narrow hole of my vagina and splashes of his saliva falling down his chin..

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The brilliant and greased piston embodies the slot and spills its white burn more scoring the more leisurely. A fleeting and disguised witness exalivates and scrutons the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava. And in the oval mercury tangential on the carpet (the tower, smeared penetrating, dripping of its honey, leaving, entering) decipher the ideogram of the shadow: the thought is illusion: Templando comes slowly the one that is not named.

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The shiny and greased plunger joyfully bursts into the groove and pours out its white burn, the more scorching the more slowly. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and sutures its own lava. And in the tangential oval mercury on the carpet (the tower, muddy penetrating, dripping of its honey, leaving, entering) deciphers the ideogram of the shadow: thought is illusion: tempering comes slowly that which is not named.

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Rubios, polishing breasts of Amaranta, by a tongue of lebrel files porches of diverted lemons through the channel that ascends to your throat. Red, a curl bridge advances and burns your wavy ivories. He bites, height, your ing teeth, and Corvo, in suspense, in the wind he lifts you. The loneliness, asleep in the thickness fits his foot of the cefiro and descends from the high elmo to the sea of the plain. His body in shadow, dark, is turned on, and gladiator, like an impure embezzle between Amaranta and his Amador tends.

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Blonde, polished breasts of Amaranta, by a tongue of grebe filed porticoes of lemons diverted by the canal that rises to your throat. Red, a bridge of curls advances and fires your wavy ivory. Bite, wounder, your bleeding teeth, and raven, in a hurry, the wind lifts you. Loneliness, asleep in the thicket, shoes its cephyr foot and descends from the high elm to the sea of the plain. Her shadowy, dark body is lit up, and gladiator, like an impure coal between Amaranta and her lover, lies.

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It is a beautiful body that comes towards me. He stops. And he smiles at me. How beautiful that red and humid smile that opens, as a sex offered, to ask something I don't understand. I look at his clear eyes. I think, while his wonderful body beats with me. They are your very close breasts to my chest and hair in your crotch. It will be pressed, oppressed by panties, which I guess adorable and lowercase. And like a nightingale Sounds sweets Gueja his throat to my ears. That incredible body speaks with me. I answer: "I don't know." The body departs and I see that the hips move away. more perfect in the entire universe. I have learned English. Right now.

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It's a beautiful body that comes to me. stops. And she smiles at me. How beautiful that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something that I do not understand. I look into his bright eyes. I think, while her wonderful body beats next to me. There are her breasts close to my chest and the hair in her crotch. It will tighten, oppressed by the panties, which I guess adorable and tiny. And like a nightingale sweet sounds chirps your throat to my ears. That amazing body talks to me. Le respondo: «I don't know». The body moves away and I see the hips move away. the most perfect in the whole universe. I learn English. Right now..

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Something must die when something is born; it must be suffocated, and its substance sucked to be irrigated or nurtured in which another being its urgency satisfies. There will be no more time then when I embrace you while I bite in the candid abundance of your two breasts; there will be no more instance when your body with my body link; I will no more penetrate the fractured throat of your alpine sex. You rise to another light; I decline. My slaughtered ardor raises your altar, my suppressed hunger feeds you, and the waste of my bed cements you.

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Oh you, sweeter, more endless than sweetness, carnal in love with the shadows: from other days arising with heavy pollen pollen, in delight. From the night full of outrages, night like the runaway wine, Night of Purple Oxy to you fell like a wounded tower, and among the poor sheets your star throbbed against me burning the sky. Oh Jasmine networks, oh physical fire fed in this new shadow, darkness that we play by pressing the central waist, hitting the time with bloodstream of spikes. Love with nothing else, in the void of a bubble, love with dead streets, love, when he died all his life and left us on the corners. I bit women, I sank fading from my strength, I treasure devouring with devoured lips.

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Oh thou, sweeter, more endless than sweetness, carnal in love among the shadows: from other days thou ariseest filling thy cup with heavy pollen, in delight. From the night full of outrages, night as wine poured out, night of rusty purple to you I fell like a wounded tower, and among the poor sheets your star throbbed against me burning the sky. O jasmine nets, oh physical fire fed in this new shadow, darkness we touch squeezing the center belt, beating time with bloody bursts of grain. Love with nothing else, in the vacuum of a bubble, love with dead streets, love, when he died all his life and left us lighting the corners. Bitten woman, I sank, vanishing from my strength, I hoarded bunches, and I went out to walk from kiss to kiss, bound to caresses, bound to this cave of cold hair, to these legs by run-down lips: hungry between the lips of the earth, devouring with devoured lips.

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Though you anointed the threshold and exalivas, he could not penetrate, lick and soft, not even to penetrate such a vast ship, by its volume as for its ballast. My caution and in contrast -Liniments, bodies or care- with former forgotten annuals suddenly and without warning you died. Never again will tolerance or reception find in me so overwhelmed inert that with antipodes invited and symmetrical rigors are invested: death that is part of life. Life that is part of death.

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Though you anointed the threshold and drooled, it could not penetrate, licked and soft, nor even sink such a vast ship, for its volume as for its ballast. Deceived my caution and in contrast - linimentos, modesty or cares - with tiny forgotten anal suddenly and without warning you entered. Never again will tolerance or acceptance find in me such an inert overlap that invites to antipodal pleasures and in symmetrical rigors it is reversed: death that forms part of life. Life that is part of death.

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Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is to heat my thalamus desert, my bohemian thalamus that cools. Come in your body, my beloved. Irropame in compliments, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises watching my agony. He empalas my lips with the honey, smelly to myrtle and carnations, that in your mouth drips enthusiasm; and melting regrets and pains in a free conjunction of love we enjoy pleasure in spasm.

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Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is empty to warm my desert thalamus, my bohemian thalamus that cools. Embrace me in your body, my beloved. Throw me in flatteries, if I wake up from the morning to the uncertain radiance, that surprises watching my agony. Paddle my lips with honeys, scented with myrtle and carnations, that in your mouth flows enthusiasm; and melting grief and pain in a free conjunction of loves we enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

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A flower not far from the night my silent body opens to the delicate urgency of Rocío

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A flower not far from the night My mute body opens to the delicate urgency of the dew

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Polynesian lunar lunar in the polished sea of ​​your hip. Tropic of tobacco and the wood rocked by the waves of your seas. In the ice cream polar circles your entire reverberate surface. under the lights of your spring, to the point of thaw, the glaciers. The salmon advance through your meridian veins breaking in their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile terrain, azucenae orchard: such a varied wealth of beauty weighs on your shoulders, that you lean.

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Lush Polynesia of polka dots on the polished sea of your hip. Tropic of tobacco and wood rocked by the waves of your seas. In the icy polar circles your whole surface will echo. Under the lights of your spring, about to melt, the glaciers. Salmons advance through your meridian veins breaking into their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile ground, orchard of lily-of-the-valley: so varied wealth of beauty weighs upon your shoulders, that you bow down.

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I am a 34-year-old woman, sure of myself, outgoing and with a great passion for life. I love to enjoy small things, explore new places and meet new cultures. I am very close, affectionate and enjoying my partner, always looking to create special and unique moments. I love having deep conversations, but I also like to laugh and enjoy the company of those around me. I look for someone to share laughs, adventures and an authentic connection.

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I am a 34 year old woman, confident, outgoing and with a great passion for life. I love to enjoy the little things, explore new places and get to know new cultures. I am very close, affectionate and I enjoy pleasing my partner, always looking to create special and unique moments. I love having deep conversations, but I also like to laugh and enjoy the company of those around me. Looking for someone to share laughs, adventures and an authentic connection with.

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_♥ Meli Benz ♥_