MissaYagamii

I want to go back to that place where the fantasy came true on that cold night, where our bodies burned with passion. We concealed it very well but we couldn't stand it anymore, I fell in love with you. Other, including wind-blown.. Touching you was the beginning, I couldn't stand having you there without making you mine. I looked into your eyes, that intense look that said do it! Undress me!.. ¡make me yours! That's what I want! I dipped myself in you, sliding my hands from side to side, touching every corner of your body where we were was the least, we didn't care. My tongue enjoyed your silhouette, your waist, your breasts soft as a dawn. Caress me and you took me to a magical and inexplicable place, where we were alone you and I. I penetrated you gently, you were in a beautiful spot, hell is not compared to that heat I did not know how to explain that feeling. You caught me... You seduced me with just one look. I see you, everything is more beautiful next to you, I am at your feet, my life is for you you know very well. You are beautiful inside and out I love you! I can't get tired of looking at you, I don't care if a million years pass, I'd keep looking at you and I'd see you again I wouldn't get tired of doing it. You are that crystalline water source that cleanses my being, only at your side I find complete peace, I disconnect from everything and live only you. I remember the moment when your moans stirred my skin, your words whispered in my ear filled me with warmth and you were there asking for more, your body that of a goddess, my goddess. Our bodies filled with heat, wet in sweat of rich sensation. The smell of passion invaded my breath, how to forget it? how can you forget?

Burning cheeks crimson red when between the buttocks I go looking for the sun soaked smell deep sweat aroma that tends and extends love I nail deep I look for you on my lips wet with saliva all your grievances, and in your breast pink fine and bleeding sperm spilled; carnal butterfly.. with the fine tongue drooling the skin I cover with my worlds hands of paper stretched and tired with deep moan I sleep you embraced, spilled the liquor of pleasures with breath cut the moments you drink.. smile happy caressing my chest while closing my eyes I surrender very satisfied, and in your pink breast spilling semen fine and bleeding; carnal butterfly.

Is giving love without correspondence. Sublime caresses of a smooth skin, of charms and infinite curves to the feeling. Complices of found bodies, prejudiced to love, of absent souls, of a dreamed night, of legs intertwined with anonymous dawns. Faces of sharp hearts, damaged by great battles, emanating sweats of frustrated loves, withered feelings of old latitudes. Loaded poems of the past, that we once met with open hearts and closed eyes. Love of sex given to shadows, with broken feelings, of hot nights and cold dawns. Satisfied moments and consumed by profane instincts, only incited by the innate pleasure of sin.

The juice of my flesh kisses with eloquence my senses that surrender to the lascivious desire to profane the syntax of your full lust thus ascending to the torrid song of your body under the burning notes of your trembling agony intertwined to me in wild spasms skin to skin enslaving your intimate flesh with my viril presence that fiery invades your moisture without reserves and raises you in sublime ecstasy to the sordid madness of dying pleased and overwhelmed after the intense fragor of my hips offered my raptured moan and my free and trembling torrent to the passion that scourges me.

Here I wait for you just like my coffee, burning and full of desire, to feel in me your body, and your lips, burning messengers. This morning I want woman, with my desires lit, taste you total and full, with my palpitating caresses, make boiling your blood. I want to be your bouquet, that you appropriate my being, you taste me palm to palm, until you make me crazy, with pleasure taken away. With only a cup in my hand, and my body feverish to possess you, I will wait for your arrival impatiently, to taste together this coffee, with a throbbing desire charged.

And there I was like a child alone and silent between your legs, watching you, embracing your heartbeat.

I am a demon who enjoys life on earth, I enjoy walking all eternity in my dark exile, more I fall into the temptation to touch the iron. I am that demon loaded with lust that invites you to trample my pure sins, you are the temptation incarnate and I the desire of the magnetite to the iron. Exquisite your existence such that my lips are wet, you are that forbidden fruit that resides in paradise but I can not take you.. I am a snake that can only drag its body around your tree, with the delirious and desperate instinct to swallow your essence. Oh, exquisite delirium, with your juicy curves and your lips of holy cherry they work me the idea that I do not express myself. Your presence turns me on such caffeine to the sweet addict.. My heart organ whips me with the force of the lightning of Zeus himself. Your smooth and fine skin, when you rub it with mine is the burn of a thousand days. You dare to take your delicious ashes and nail them to my dry tears.. Go I invite you to spend it in hell because you do good game being tear of the pleasures of Eros accompanied by the delights of Aphrodite, go.. Fear not, for you have the spirit of Hades and the flames will not be torture to you, walk with the great fierceness that you carry from the same Prometheus. Accompany me with your purest being to drink the wine of discord and caress our desires among the slag. That's right, get closer to feel your hidden fire because I want to cook my secrets, yes come closer, get even closer and make me your executioner, bite my wings of a fallen angel to make you master of my feathers. Stalk me like all the monstrous beasts of the earth, satisfy me with your dark mane and feel tickle with your sharp claws, that is.

¿Would you like to be my princess? But for a moment stop, think about it, analyze the question. Because it is not in figurative form, nor of course maximized to its literal way, nor is it a camouflaged pretext the sonar, "romantic", to get your panties down. It certainly is, that there is no hidden intention behind that question. As clear as the words are, so clear is my persistence. I don't come to adorn your life, much less to give it that foolish value that has been given to love in this new century. I just come to show you that love has no labels, more than the ones imposed by this society. That if it is good, pure, cute, free, passionate, etc.. I could say an endless number of adjectives more and never allow myself to even get close to the true meaning of what love is. I'm not going to lie, you feel like me, as I feel like a model on a catwalk of branded lingerie, or how I feel like a pinch of cold beer on a hot day. I don't pretend to be the "right one" because that would sound ridiculous and would be politically dishonest and contradictory to the question in question; but if I'm straightforward and the truth is that I like you, oh yes! I like you!

And yes, here I am trying to turn that no into a yes, into that yes that leaves behind fears and stupid conversations. And the truth is that when I see you is to lose myself in the immensity of your eyes, your hair, your body and yes, also your buttocks.

After that explosion you caused, that way you seduced me by making me believe that you did not know that with morbidly I saw you through the eyelet of that door and you gave me that wonderful show. You approached the door still gasping for the moment lived; when you opened you saw my face and doing just a flirtatious gesture without saying anything you invited me to pass, you took my hand and we walked towards your bed, that bed that is perfumed with the aroma of your orgasm and that excites me to aspirate that essence. You threw me on the bed and skillfully removed my pants, my virility is ready to receive you, like a stalking feline you climbed my body and making aside your underwear you gave me the most pleasant sensation I would have experienced. Warm and wet was your intimacy still with spasms of the previous orgasm; you made me touch the glory with those sensations that made me experience. Feeling that sweet aroma that emanates from you pleasure, sweat and Chanel 5 you came close to me and kissed me so passionately that it was hard to breathe; our naked torsos caressed feeling the rubbing of your soft breasts on my chest was sublime. You climbed my body until you put your intimacy on my face and I could taste your intoxicating honey directly from the source of pleasure, taste you so deeply that your moans make a perfect symphony that accompanies the grand finale, that fantastic touch when you end up pouring in my mouth

You have condemned me to a miserable calvarie, for falling in love with your legs, your freckles, that pubis that seems to have been shaved with kisses. Let me taste in you, my last supper. Joyful caresses, anxious caresses Subtle caresses, feverish caresses Love longed for, desired love Love unrestrained, insatiable love. Your flesh and my flesh amalgamating Like the strong brass, In the furnace of your bed. My skin and your skin Sweating without rest, Under the same sheet. The infinite universe is in one kiss, And paradise in your soul: "Naked for me". Under the same sheet my naked body joins yours, in the same bed. Kiss your pretty neck, Exciting the desire to be only mine; And I only yours My virility and manhood With your femininity.. Fighting without a truce In the war of pleasure, Under the same sheet. I have no mercy To your rest. I fade into your femininity, And I make sex my best counter.

For you I have printed a smile on paper Japan Look at me you grow the grass of the meadows Woman map of clear river music fruit party In your window hang vines from the steering wheels of cars and the vending machines lower the price of their merchandise let me kiss your voice your voice sings in all the branches of the morning.

Cover my eyes and go up my body caress, bite and lick what you want from me, descend a little in me to unite our desired and wet sexes, go up and down at your pace at your mercy I am tied make me your slave.

After a tv female orgasm, after enjoying a simultaneous orgasm comes calm to this bed. The bodies still vibrate, our desires do not disappear, the humidity of both in bed is felt and the atmosphere is breathed, your naked body lying on the bed is an ode to poetry. I do not stop looking at you, it is impossible for me not to touch you, you smile and kiss me, only I tell you I LOVE YOU, never stop seducing me, never stop playing that we are strangers and always seek new ways of pleasure and new ways to fall in love. How many more orgasms we've got??.. How many more fantasies will we fulfill? Seduce my body and I will seduce your soul, my beloved goddess of desire. Give me one more female orgasm, let's enjoy many simultaneous, but every night even if we do not touch on that occasion we will always share the love of a.. Emotional orgasm

I want you to kiss me my life, So strong that you leave me breathless, I want to discover all your manhood, And I want you to know my universe, My universe is made up of ideas, That motivate your hidden passions, It can be a simple kiss on the cheeks, Or achieve an orgasm on your knees

I want to kiss your sweaty forehead, And bite your lips like a beast, Comb the thick hair of your chest, And make you feel among the stars, I am already in front of you, almost naked, Waiting for you or you decide, You will see how good it will make you have me You will feel that my sex gives you life.

¿And what will be of me if I didn't touch you? Can you imagine? Since man took his first steps on this planet he set out to touch everything, the water, the fruits, the wind, but he could not go beyond what his arms stretched out. So he could only enjoy the gentle touch of his dog's back, the cat's, the sheep's wool and his wife's nipples.. But. Why do I tell you these things? What do I expect from you? I hope you understand my need to touch you! Is that I dream you and I dream your skin as sweet as water, as tasty your sex as the fruit, as light your hair as the wind, as soft your back as the dog and that you bow your buttocks as the cat's back. ¡No! Don't talk, there's no need. I don't want to know if you protest, I don't want to hear if you refuse, leave me with my illusion to touch you, after all people are made of that, of illusions.

We think we are ready for any decision, for any adventure, we think we know everything, but we really want everything. There are still those who think they are altruistic enough to let their dreams, their lives, their. But I am not one of those, I have no strength to live if you leave me, if you take away the illusion of touching you, the few forces that remain in my hands, will go, will leave with inertia, with powerlessness, with rage, with apathy and sedentary lifestyle. But therein lies your power, that you have in your hands the decision. ¡Damn the faculty of your will!

A ray of sunshine in autumn is more bronze than gold, which floods your window and rests without decorum, on your naked body whose superb beauty I long for with your dark hair, of a queen on your shoulders, drawn with pure strokes and soft curves of the moon your ethereal and subtle outline From the wise and fertile mind of a painter poet, who dreamed of your beauty when he wrote crying his lyrics that he recited that dark night, in passionate delirium under a sad moonless sky, which saw him disconsolate. He could only dream that night that at your window, riding in the brightness of stars, he came close in secret and caressed your white sheets that your fatigue sheltered.. But that bronze morning when an oil eternalized you will be my last thought, with which a sigh is exhaled. And when I leave this world, I will take with me your image and the indelible memory of that long sad night. It is scorching ice, it is freezing fire, it is wound that hurts and is not felt, it is a dreamed good, a bad present, it is a brief rest very tired. It is a carelessness that gives us care, a coward with the name of brave, a lonely walk among people, a love only to be loved.

I have you here on my chest, the moon and the stars look better on this journey, this cold tells us its failures, and we warm up in what is our romance. I have you here in my chest, stunned, hugging me, you wake up every now and then just to kiss me, I feel your heart rest and mine writes to you what your love describes. I'm nailed to what is our love, our smiles, nailed to what highlights your body, and holds that divine sin in desires.

What perverse intimacy in dreams haunts me, in what permanent audacity I find myself, epilogue of my wandering life, chaotic anarchy in mind, sublime gaze, you attract me, yes, you attract me like no one else, magnet you are of my dreams, breakers of stars align just to see you, dust by dust fall in your steps, in each footprint, marking your destiny, offering you my arms, my mouth, my body in eternal desire, disappeared bitterness, new spaces in my mind, come to me, beautiful lady seeking embraces, come to this body that burns with the warmth of your lips, come beloved of my dreams, let us flow in an eternal, let me be part of the magic of your hands, of the light you give off, From the softness of your desires in each of your fingers touches my body, tip by tip let touch flood you with your blinding light, vibrate, vibrate with each touch, vibrate with each spasm of my pores in desire, woman, today I want to leave myself, today I want to be your dreams, your perverse intimacy, your permanent panting, Close your eyes and swim in my mouth, stick your body to mine and sneak inside, close your eyes and let yourself, let me love you like no other, let me cover your eyes, tie your dreams, let me write to you with kisses what my dreams are.

I can’t stop smelling you, and that rich taste of your lips is something I can’t yet describe, I just know it tastes great. Fresh water from the richest spring, the palm of my hand to the tips of my fingers smells of you, Oh yes you, between my back and chest I will keep this secret

If you love me, love me all over, not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, and green, and blonde, and brunette. Love me day, love me night. And early morning in the open window!. If you love me, don't cut me: Love me all. Or you don't want me.

For your green eyes I would lose myself, siren of those whom Ulysses, clever, loved and feared. For your green eyes I would be lost. For your green eyes, which, fleeting, sometimes glow with melancholy, for your green eyes, as full of peace, as mysterious as my hope, for your green eyes, effective spell, I would save myself..

Ni recuerdos ni presagios: only present, singing. No silence, no words: your voice, only, only, speaking to me.

Love of my heart, living death, in vain I wait for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you.

Ni manos ni labios: Just two bodies, far apart, separated..

Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful bubbling tempered from the snow by so narrow grotto in live flesh,

Burning cheeks crimson red when between the buttocks I go looking for the sun soaked smell deep sweat aroma that tends and extends love I nail deep I look for you on my lips wet with saliva all your grievances, and in your breast pink fine and bleeding sperm spilled; carnal butterfly.. with the fine tongue drooling the skin I cover with my worlds hands of paper stretched and tired with deep moan I sleep you embraced, spilled the liquor of pleasures with breath cut the moments you drink.. smile happy caressing my chest while closing my eyes I surrender very satisfied, and in your pink breast spilling semen fine and bleeding; carnal butterfly.

Today I will make love to you until dawn, I will love you with passion and lust, with pleasure and exciting pain, I will make love to you in an elegant way, with rubs of color and flavor to intensity, to happiness that exceeds each meeting our, flavor to kisses in the flames of a sin, because I am prisoner and slave, today I'll make love to you until dawn, today I'll be yours and I'll love you, or at least. . . until I wake up.

¿And what will be of me if I didn't touch you? Can you imagine? Since man took his first steps on this planet he set out to touch everything, the water, the fruits, the wind, but he could not go beyond what his arms stretched out. So he could only enjoy the gentle touch of his dog's back, the cat's, the sheep's wool and his wife's nipples..

How to get that smell out of my body. If you are my ecstasy every end of the day, you are the only being who makes my soul thirst for you every morning and flood with happiness every time we touch our lips. Love, perhaps between these lines you see many very true inconsistencies. But how can I cover this desire I have for you to be mine in every minute of the day that you and I reach the peak of pleasure. You're my vice that I never want to stop trying.. And why? If I have never felt so much pleasure with just a caress, if you are the most complete being that manages to bring out in me the wild animal that is inside.

Hurry up kidnap me the lips tie your hands and your feet, they want to tear you up, tear you upside down. Rip my eyes with your sharp pupils, I'll spit acid on your skin, that burns you like my hands burn flames slowly and surely. Go stick yourself without breath, don't let me breathe swing yourself and kill make yourself fever burn in gold rush body my parts will not leave gaps unrubbing. Kill me like the biggest knife I've already crossed the border of your limits, trigger your crazy nerves without looking at my heart, with fury with rage that these are of those modern wars chess without beginning or end.

I want you as much as I think of you. That as I think I imagine the moment. A moment full of glory for our bodies. An instant that I recreate in my mind as much as I wish you. Do I want you? Yes. If I wish you. I want to dress your bare skin with my lips thirsty for you and with my wet tongue draw a "Van Gogh" on your back until I awaken your instincts.

I want to seduce you with my lucid kisses and with them rub your neck as the wind does. I want to be your joy, your frenzy, reveal your most intimate secrets and make you feel that succumbing to our desires is as pleasant as touching you, kissing you, caressing you, as well as being with you.

There are not enough words to describe this that you have awakened in me. Feeling close hypnotizes me, makes me dizzy, blinds me, alienates me. I run out of argument and methodology, every time you appear in front of me your perfect anatomy. You have no idea of all the love and passion you cause in me. Every night I close my eyes, I think you come to me, with that intense look that characterizes you, hypnotized I fall before you, surrendered, I confess that I want you, that I love you, that I want you as you have no idea. I imagine that we merge in a passionate kiss, traveling with my hands your soft skin, discovering with your hands every corner of your beautiful and sculptural being. We fall in a bed, I can't keep going, I can't keep going, I can't think, at least not about anything but what you make me feel. Your body and mine intertwine and form one.

she.. she knew of me. The night fragmented into pieces of feeling and from his lost gaze, the frustrations burst in crystalline flight. That night, while visiting the bookstore, he glided his eyes through that fan of covers and his fingers, shyly gliding over those titles, as if wanting to find shelter for his naked soul.. She was approaching my letters; she held me in her hands, opened the book and began to read me, entered the dizzying of my irreverent pen and fleeing from an existential abyss, she took refuge in the bonfire of my prose, she, knew of me. With greed he entered more and more into my reading; every word, every caress, he made them his own.. while his skin was shaking. Imaginarily she squeezed me between her thighs, closed her eyes and her lips slowly moistened, she.. she knew of me.

His eyes opened again like a flower at dawn; he looked at the book lying in his hands; he was closing it slowly as he meditated; it takes a madman to write like that, she said... she knew of me. With shy curiosity he reopened the book where my letters live; he entered that sea of rebellious and insolent words that were disrespectful to him over and over again.. My letters were stripped her, my words were tearing her sighs that drowned in the middle of her throat, her legs trembled and in the center of her femininity burst a torrent of fragrant moisture, she.. she knew of me.

I want to go back to that place where the fantasy came true on that cold night, where our bodies burned with passion. We concealed it very well but we couldn't stand it anymore, I fell in love with you. Other, including wind-blown.. Touching you was the beginning, I couldn't stand having you there without making you mine. I looked into your eyes, that intense look that said do it! Undress me!.. ¡make me yours! That's what I want! I dipped myself in you, sliding my hands from side to side, touching every corner of your body where we were was the least, we didn't care. My tongue enjoyed your silhouette, your waist, your breasts soft as a dawn. Caress me and you took me to a magical and inexplicable place, where we were alone you and I. I penetrated you gently, you were in a beautiful spot, hell is not compared to that heat I did not know how to explain that feeling. You caught me... You seduced me with just one look. I see you, everything is more beautiful next to you, I am at your feet, my life is for you you know very well. You are beautiful inside and out I love you! I can't get tired of looking at you, I don't care if a million years pass, I'd keep looking at you and I'd see you again I wouldn't get tired of doing it. You are that crystalline water source that cleans my being, only at your side I find full peace, I disconnect from everything and live only you.

I know you sleep while my soul wakes, escapes my body and flies toward you, gently and gently poses beside you, caresses your face and gently slides towards your white, sweet and delicate breasts. The softness of your breasts drives me crazy and awakens who in every stealthy encounter fills you with pleasure; taking you to every dimension, every star, every constellation while you reach the most delicious and forbidden of orgasms. So while you sleep you're mine even if society says otherwise. Your lips kiss me passionately and our bodies respond to the sensations of our caresses; your moisture is felt and my virility is seen, felt and caressed. ¡Take my strength! let me experience the weakness of my arms, to gently free you from between them. After a party of murmurs, groans and clandestine caresses that make us feel the unspeakable, the inexplicable.. the indescribable. As my fingers slide through your hair my imagination flies and I make you mine again and again.. sleeps Cristina while my soul watches.

I don't want you to fill the empty places in me, I want to be filled by myself. I want to be so complete that I can light up an entire city and then I want to have you because you and I combined can set it on fire..

The pain caused by loneliness, Imagining you in my dreams, Walking those paths That today have another owner. Are you thinking of me? My question of an enthusiastic child But when I open my eyes And see that I'm just a passionate man. Your affection is another, Your love is another, Your caresses are another, Nothing of you belongs to me anymore. Today, the rain brings me your memory, Your sculptural woman body, Your divine swinging hips as you walk, Your rich way of kissing. I imagine your breasts and nipples excited, Your white belly agitated, Your wet vagina pulsating, Your soft buttocks. And that sweet tunnel between your buttocks That you squeezed and squeezed to make me lose my senses.

As long as I sense that you are and you call yourself that, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as now, my beloved, transitioning away, under that love that grows and does not die, under that love that continues and never ends.

The sun may be clouded forever; the sea may dry up in a moment; the axis of the earth may be broken like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be extinguished..

Maybe I have committed a sin, because without realizing I have desired your lips, I have let myself be wrapped in the emotion of the moment and I have desired to touch you. I have committed a sin, for I have taken you into my dreams and I have rubbed my naked body with your body, and in my dreams your skin was so warm and burning that it ignited my passion, my heart began to beat very quickly. Suddenly my body reacted and began to tremble, and I let go of a small sigh that ran through my skin, and then, I kept wanting to sin, because I desired the touch of your hands, and your hands as guessing my deepest desires began to run through me.. what to put.. aaaasshh I let out a little moan, just the touch of your fingers awakened a wild instinct in me.

Since then, he made me, without consulting me, his lover of paper and ink, my words sowed in his skin a murmur of sensations. Unsettling proposals; landscapes of lust and passion where I walked happily naked, to meet that other loneliness that writes, mine.

I was her impossible love, a whirlwind of longings, a mixture of chimera and fantasy, a flashing light for her silent street, called loneliness.

I want to get entangled with a woman who surprises me with the pollen of her breasts and strips naked like a Spartan, to light with pagan prayers the bed of my desires.

And sin turned into delight, and I stole the mad fury of your kisses, I let myself go and ran your neck. Then I felt your fingers making their way into me, as our bodies wished to melt. ¡Crazy magic! I was wet and hungry for you.. my groans started to escape more and more often, out of control. Then I just forgot it was sin and rode on you.. 'cause I needed to feel you so deep, it was a need to die.. and I rode on you.. suddenly agitated, bathed in sweat I woke up.. and I remembered that I can't sin like that. And old Magaly hasn't come yet

Don't think, just feel. If you don't want to feel just let go. If you don't want to be carried away just forget everything you've learned and give me your body.

If you don't want to give me your body just submit to my whims and let me explore your desires.

If you don't want me to explore your desires, just give me your soul and I'll be the one to protect you and break through the barrier of your fears, making you finally discover the pleasure that she holds in you..

Amelia’s breasts hint under the dress in an obvious call of the nipples, leaning towards it is placed in front of her mouth. Her fingers lie on Carlos’s head, he tilts his head back and notices with his complicit gaze a timid reluctance; his left arm straps her against him. Enclosed in desire, they are discovered as indispensable food. Both know that desire has no owner.

While it rains I evoke your body already blossomed Even though the sky weeps to your jugs My delirium has not yet overcome The drops that the earth profanes It is the source that nests in your mouth That waters your already fertile fields The sound of the river standing in your heart On the mountain of your waist already grown

If you love me, love me all over, not by areas of light or shadow. If you want me, love me black and white, and gray, and green, and blonde, and brunette.

Love me day, love me night. And early morning in the open window!. If you love me, don't cut me: Love me all. Or you don't want me.

Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I feel like being a fool to scream, "I love her so much!" Sometimes I wish I was a kid to cry curled up in her bosom. Sometimes I want to be dead to feel, under the damp soil of my juices, that a flower grows breaking my chest, a flower, and say:.

That's how I am, a 21-year-old Latin woman who carries with her the magic of the unexplored, ready to turn every encounter into a unique and sensual experience. Would you dare to be part of my journey, to explore with me the most secret corners of passion. You were born and you were my great treasure I saw you grow, enjoy every moment by your side, every anecdote was like gold. listening to your first words and at all times I could enjoy my golden-haired girl.

You grew up, you became a whole young girl full of life, of so many illusions for you the world was the color of roses.

Beauty of woman, beauty that gives life, will never be hidden: always can be seen; beauty that is pleasure, because it gives you joy with subtle harmony and an honest will: beauty so divine, and at the same time so vibrant, so sweet and exquisite and also intoxicating; beauty that prompts you to always look ahead.

She dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gentleman whom she loved tenderly, and that in him everything went diligently and no one had any carelessness. She, though badly, at last resisted, saying, “What will people say of me? ”, in fact fulfilled his accident, giving the two finish to his porfía.

In my room We can talk about everything. We can laugh. We can warm up with the actions, bonuses or vibrations that will make me naked, wet and arouse.

En mi show Privado: I can caress myself, penetrate myself with vibrating toys or hands GP, JOI, CEI, exchanges, humiliation, teasing, custom-made dresses and lingerie, striptease and many other fantasies of this kind.

En mi show Exclusivo: You're alone with me now, no one can enter this show. Fountain, saliva games, more fantasic role, raw words, submission or domination

Lo que no practico: The fist, Coprofilia is too manic. Insert strange objects I'm not an oven at all 😉 favorites:

It's an easy way to find me, especially that in favorites you will know if I'm online or not.

I send you small information like my absences, contests and photos more daring than in my biography.

Everyone is welcome to my room, however, I will expel without hesitation.;

those who lack respect, those who ask without playing, those who are unpleasant and those who are insulting.

Mi presencia en vivo:

Lunes: 14:00pm y 21:00pm.

Wednesdays: 14:00 and 21:00

Jueves: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Viernes: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Sabado: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Domingo: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

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