NaomyWoods

I'm not going to tell you. Do you understand the bourdonnement of my body reacting to your skin cannelle, so beautiful? My heart keeps time.. Ça'a touched you, you touched me.. I love every part of your body.. I come in your wet grotto of roses.. You tremble, you sigh strong.. I'll be in my bras behind you.. ♪ Your sens mon membre dressé ♪ ♪ Rub against your buttocks ♪.. You atts it, you squeeze it, you moan.. Les deux, ravis, you are so beautiful... You turn around, you kiss me and you say, "Kiss me, hey, penche-moi ici, in levrette, donne-moi fort et

It is like a passionate, expressive work of art. where the five senses play a role. nudity is detailed without seeking any perfection, you listen tenderly to what the mouth whispers to your ear. at every greedy kiss and caress centimeter by centimeter They feel it's a one-time delivery, they smell the smell of sex as pure essence.

Comme j'aimerais être le sous-vêtement qui embrasse tes fesses avec ses fils et Qui en même temps caresses your vaginal lips à chaque fois que tu marches Par la rue I would like to be the underwear that kisses your buttocks with its fils and who at the same time caresses your vaginal lips à chaque fois that you walk down the street. Think, who will make you rich in amour. While I'm here, who desires you like water on the ground, who moves, desperate to soothe the dryness of your dry and thirsty skin.. I'd like to be the one who penetrates you deeply, while your twin is like a jealous savage animal.. I want to make a journey from your clitoris Even your mountain breasts. Laisse-moi entrer dans ton Rêves et remplis ton âme désespérée with my warm sperm.

When I lifted your skirts, red perfume, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were more black and more sweet,. And from the madness of summer's moment Your hot hair blinds your eyes. A face of annoyance bent your lip and you showed your bright Chinese teeth.. Le reproche n'a jamais eu de chaleur ni d'amertume, You're all given just because you wanted him, and the roses burning in your garden with the sun They adorn your fatigue with a golden perfume.