NessaHoney

Ma chambre est too big without you.

My lips are fresh, but yours burn my darkness in anticipation. It looks like your mouth is your fingers. Vos mains commencent pousser dans mes cheveux You are the beginning of my hair

Let your imagination fly and do me a favor, I want to be the slave of your desires.

Can I have a moment of your time? I want to talk to you gently. I want to tell you about the joys you bring me.. Can I talk to you about indiscrete glances? I want to talk to you gently. Je veux te dire combien tu es important pour moi, puis-je avoir quelques minutes de votre précieux temps? I want to tell you how important you are to me, and I can have a few minutes of your precious time. I want to talk to you gently. I want to sit in the company of your radiant smile and tell you stories while I lose myself in your angelic eyes.. I can have a moment with you. I just want to talk to you gently.

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

The colours and forms of your absence are strange. Sometimes it appears black, gray, multicolor, red, white and gold.. Dans la nuit noire, il se faufile, s'empare de mon sexe et le dévore Les jours gris, il enfile are a nostalgic costume. It is the day when the world is full of love. Dans ceux des arcs-en-ciel, dansez au son des souvenirs heureux Inconstant of nuances and of forms like you Sans rien me dire, elle pleure et pleure And in the coucher of the sun, the souvenirs invade Take also the white of your skin and you want to be touched and dream permanently on the golden day of your reunion.

 

 

I think about your sex. Simplified the heart, I think of your sex, before the mature son of the day. I touch the joy button, it's ripe. And an old feeling dies degenerate into brains I think of your sex, most prolific groove and harmonious than the belly of the shadow, although death conceives and gives birth of God himself. O Consciousness, I think, yes, in the free brute who enjoys where he wants, where he can. Oh honey scandal of twilights. Oh silent roar.

Wake me up like this, with a crunchy body with the desire revolt with the promise of your return with the essence of our desires, with the hollow of your smile with your sorrow neglected, with the profusion of our agonies Later, I will know how to savor the solitude of my hours, those who do not understand clocks, knowing that I keep inside of me all your wet memories

My body, what does it have to say... My hands speak... they have their own lives... My skin is no longer the limit and the border to become a bridge of a new language.

Be silent when you have nothing to say, when genuine passion moves you, say what you have to say, and say it hot

 

Thinking of you .... Skin to skin. I breathe the aroma of your body while I feel your hands caressing me. I feel them running through me Rechauffer their contact. Our lips meet .... You eat me. .... I'm eating you .... Our languages play .... We all left together .... My hands are looking for your breasts that are stuck in my chest. My fingers are spinning on your nipples, your lips are moaning. .... You're lying down and I feel your wet sex swallowing my member. You move with the movements of your breasts while your breasts demand my kisses. With treachery I eat themYour pelvis is moving. I feel your sex contract. - I'm not. - I'm not. Your groans are increasing. - I'm not. - I'm not. I feel how you arrive at the orgasm and jaillissant that I give myself, your fais taire mes gémissements

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, Today I want to be blind Today I want to be deaf I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone drink from your thighs a breath of life and wet everything and wet everything you seduce me you take me away in the waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a lustful Zeus, like a faceless god seeking your protection, kiss your lips and wet and wet everything take advantage of me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, it breaks and I spring and I go out and flood and fill you your garden, your labyrinth, Where I get lost and hide to excite you and wet everything and wet everything

You will have been impressed by the dirty things I write to you. You may think that my love is a dirty thing. It is, my dear, at times

The best way to get rid of temptation is to fall into it.

The two parts of your body that do the right things are the ones I love the most.

The best way to get rid of temptation is to fall into it.

wanna play with me ?

If you play with me, let it be in my bed.

Today I feel like playing

You want to suck my boobs?

If you play with me, let it be in my room. This sexy girl wants to play with you