TamaraFooster

I've looked at your hands and I've invented stories of battements on my breasts, of friction très douce between my thighs. Instantly petals and feathers floated in unexpected rain to moisten my senses. I've learned this way of being eternally thirsty for beehives, while I've watched your hands. I lifted my desire between your fingers while a warm sea I was bathing in a windless dawn.

I cause a quick run of my heartbeats; make my soul to shine and my skin to burn against yours, make my body flow with your presence alone, you, you alone, lose control of my senses.

I want to give myself to you body and soul, to be the light that guides your steps, the light that illuminates your life and be the reason for which you live.. I want to give myself to you in this clear night, under the moonlight, that the stars like beautiful lanterns illuminate my life.. I want to give myself entirely to you, without liens, without demi-measures, to give myself simply and simply without taboos and without precepts.. I want to give myself to you, sweet angel I fell from heaven, feel your warmth on my body, feel how you fill me with caresses and kisses. I want to give myself to you so that you can draw my body with your fingers, so that you can completely traverse all the corners of my being, until you reach the sky itself.. I want to give myself to you so that you give me your essence, your flavor, your sex. .... Feel inside me the volcano that you carry within you, the force of love that explodes into desire. I want to give myself to you and taste your body that burns with desire, tattoo your skin with my kisses and let you feel all my fire.. Je veux me donner à toi pour rester collée à toi, à ton corps qui demande avec impatience le mien à ses côtés, pour continuer à nous aimer tous les deux naked I want to give myself to you to remain collée to you, to your body that asks with impatience for me to be at your side, to continue to love us all naked. I want to be with you and you make love to me every moment, that you hold my hand with your sweet balance that encourages me to lose myself in your exciting fire.. Je veux te faire mienne, arrêter le temps jusqu'à ce que tu atteignes le point culminant that tu désires le plus, donne-moi le torrent de ton essence qui me secoue de la tête aux pieds Je veux te faire mienne, stop the time until you reach the culminating point that you desire le plus, donne-moi the torrent of your essence that shakes me from the tête aux pieds. I want to give myself to you between soupirs and gems, that you fill me with your burning volcano of desire for you to heal me. I want to feel you fully in me, enveloping me in your passion and your devotion. .... ♪ I feel my skin qui frémit when I feel your tempête ♪. And at the precise moment of our maximum pleasure, I whisper in your ear: .... I want you to be just me. .... That you give me all your being. Today, I want to give myself to you .... To be with you and you with me, in this clear moonlit night.

If it's not oxygen why do I feel like I'm going to die without it? It's not like oxygen, but it's like this. I can't survive without it.. If it's not oxygen why am I exhaling and is it suffocating? It's not like oxygen, but I can breathe without it.. I wish you intensely your sweet lips against mine, I wish you intensely your warm and comforting caress. It's not like oxygen, but I need your succulents daily kisses just to stay alive.

The hair is disordered, the sweat drips, the groan is deaf, and the desire is immodest. I counted your bodies and your most intimate secrets in a conversation without a voice, loving so much I went back into madness. Raggiungando l'estasi of the climax, that the dawn flies away shamefully ...

And you tell me that your breasts are exhausted waiting for me, that your eyes hurt you from having to live with my body, that you have lost even the contact of your hands, that you feel this absence through the air, that you forget the warm waist of my mouth.. And you tell me that you know that I made blood flow by repeating your name, to strike my lips with the thirst of having you, to strike my memory, to record it blindly, a new way to save you in the kisses of absence in which you cry to me that you wait for me And you tell me that you're so finished at this leisure uninhabited by my chair that your shadow is barely revealed, that you're not true in this darkness that the distance between your body and mine.

Vous: Des frissons; toi, grimpant sur mon dos avec tes doigts; toi, tu grimpes les pores de mon être... et ceux de ma peau aussi. You, you climb on my two with your fingers. You, you climb on the pores of my being... and those of my skin as well.. Vous: accident; tes mains touchent mes genoux; your lips, coming into collision with each of my courbes. Ta langue dans le noir en moi corps, sans crainte de tomber dans mon nombril, nor of losing myself at the bottom of my heart. Vous: I'm going to be a little bit more nervous.. ♪ Toi mon souffle embue every kilometer of my body ♪. You know the perfection of my shorts. . but you always chose the longest; pour me faire attendre, pour convulser mon corps en m'embrassant du bout au début de mes jambes... but you always chose the longest; to make me wait, to convulse my body in the beginning of my legs.. Qu'il en soit: tes doigts en moi le vagin makes me think that I am responsible for the global warming. Vous: I never thought a feu sur ma peau would be so intense, I never thought I'd have so much desire to burn..♥

Your burning gaze, your feline walk, your hands like hot roses, your heart at night and summer, emerge from their retirement, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be fertile land in spring and destiny of my nameless ships, murky sailboats that rise gently and slowly For the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms, intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to board and make your pocket mine to be nail and flesh with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of fuss and wet deliveries, of sweet arms and hugs on the precipice, that with passion they sink and bury root in fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

I'm taking it off, first one foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, you open the doors to paradise for me, I moisten it. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. My hands go up while my mouth continues down, you bite your lips, I notice how you like it and I want to stop. Your skin, as soft as satin fabric, I touch it with the tips of my fingers, I raise them to your mouth, you wet them and they come in to give you pleasure; gentle, slow and then I increase speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I enter you once again I feel your nails on my back, I hear the moans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I want you more and more. I want to finish, that we do it together…. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more of paradise while it was raining.

Between the waking and the sleeping, I try not to think of my desires and misfortunes, however, the touch of your hand on my skin falls, I fall into a duel that I do not want to think of, but my soul seeks you, my thoughts consume me, how to touch you again? My skin is excited and my throat is nervous, remember this moment when I felt you for me for a second.. I curse this moment because I want it to be a story and not just a fragment.. I curse this moment because since it happened I'm not calm anymore And I think of you as fast and constantly as I breathe, I almost remember your smell, not to mention that I can smell your hair in the breeze, so I decide to imagine you, I decide to feel your eyes in my eyes your mouth without being able to escape mine Your breath trembling because like me you curse this day. Maybe it's all my imagination, Maybe it's just in my head, in my self and in the burning and virulent desire, Maybe this story can only be told in my dreams, but here you are, in my subconscious I can slowly undress, here I can take your hands and put them on my hips, I can give free rein to this fantasy, I can put evil and sweetness on my part, It's not bad here that I can touch you, Can I feel your breath with an irresistible desire, that can dominate you and take you to the bottom, that can seduce you and bite you until you forget your name, May you be my audience and I am your show, It leaves you speechless because you only wish to have me, I want to blow up your dirtiest desire, I want to kiss you until my lips hurt, to be able to play slowly and violently with you, that in your lustful eyes only I see myself reflected but the problem is that only in my mind and only here, Could I combine my passion with you with the feeling that in reality I can't say, only in this reality it doesn't hurt to have everything, desire, love and you

Close your eyes while my hands get to know your body, your heartbeat increases but don't worry I haven't gotten where they want to go yet while my lips collide with your burning pink nipples and your body doubles the sensuality in bed my hands are still there walking all over your body burning. You moan with passion while I delight in the flavor of vanilla that lives in your skin, calm down, don't open your eyes, please let my rite finish, my fingers reached where they wanted to go, feel how they rub your clitoris while it hardens and your moans fill me with pleasure, pleasure that then drowns in my lips and explodes between my fingers.

Your eyes burn, your feline walk, your hands are like warm roses, your heart the night and the summer, out of their retreat, source of dark insomnia, illusion, delusion of unconscious wings, being a fertile land in the spring and the fate of my ships without name, troublesome sailors who mount Doucement et lentement pour la blessure éternelle de ton abîme The pain of your abyss is not for me. And I dress in tempête, drunk with dreams of pilgrimage to conquer your arrogant walls with my griffes enveloppées dans des grappes molles embarquer et faire mienne ta poche être corps et ongles avec toi en cette nuit parfaite, dans ce mirage haunté, of tracas et de livraisons mouillées, of doux Bras et de câlins sur le précipice, qu'avec passion ils coulent et enterrent root dans le pli qui remplit le vide de tes absences mortes, de ton lit qui est déjà le mien. I'm not going to lie down with you, but I'm going to lie down with you..

In the middle of the night you wake up and guess my sleeping face. You rest your mouth on my forehead, you leave, as if carelessly, your hand on my chest, until our heartbeat is in rhythm. In the middle of the night, hostile and dark, you guard me, shuddering at every movement I make, until, feminine and helpless, you are left dreaming like a tired angel. In the morning I have a joy that lives me all day, that assists me all day, without knowing what it is for, why it is born.

If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brunette... ... And early morning at the open window! If you love me, don't cut me off. . Or don't love me.♥

If it's not oxygen why do I feel like I'm going to die without it? It's not like oxygen, but it's like this. I can't survive without it.. If it's not oxygen why am I exhaling and is it suffocating? It's not like oxygen, but I can breathe without it.. I wish you intensely your sweet lips against mine, I wish you intensely your warm and comforting caress. It's not like oxygen, but I need your succulents daily kisses just to stay alive.

Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber .... ♪ Your soupirs in my lit ♪. Let me quench these desires in your body, I want to be ecstatic before your nakedness; drink to your fountain... eat to your table. I want my hands to cover every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that resides in you.. Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to be the one who gives you pleasure, the one who makes you sigh .... He who satisfies your lust with women.♥

And you tell me that your breasts are exhausted waiting for me, that your eyes hurt you from having to live with my body, that you have lost even the contact of your hands, that you feel this absence through the air, that you forget the warm waist of my mouth.. And you tell me that you know that I made blood flow by repeating your name, to strike my lips with the thirst of having you, to strike my memory, to record it blindly, a new way to save you in the kisses of absence in which you cry to me that you wait for me And you tell me that you're so finished at this leisure uninhabited by my chair that your shadow is barely revealed, that you're not true in this darkness that the distance between your body and mine

Vous: Des frissons; toi, grimpant sur mon dos avec tes doigts; toi, tu grimpes les pores de mon être... et ceux de ma peau aussi. You, you climb on my two with your fingers. You, you climb on the pores of my being... and those of my skin as well.. Vous: accident; tes mains touchent mes genoux; your lips, coming into collision with each of my courbes. Ta langue dans le noir en moi corps, sans crainte de tomber dans mon nombril, nor of losing myself at the bottom of my heart. Vous: I'm going to be a little bit more nervous.. ♪ Toi mon souffle embue every kilometer of my body ♪. You know the perfection of my shorts. . but you always chose the longest; pour me faire attendre, pour convulser mon corps en m'embrassant du bout au début de mes jambes... but you always chose the longest; to make me wait, to convulse my body in the beginning of my legs.. Qu'il en soit: tes doigts en moi le vagin makes me think that I am responsible for the global warming. Vous: I never thought a feu sur ma peau would be so intense, I never thought I'd have so much desire to burn..♥

Your burning gaze, your feline walk, your hands like hot roses, your heart at night and summer, emerge from their retirement, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be fertile land in spring and destiny of my nameless ships, murky sailboats that rise gently and slowly For the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms, intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to board and make your pocket mine to be nail and flesh with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of fuss and wet deliveries, of sweet arms and hugs on the precipice, that with passion they sink and bury root in fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

I'm taking it off, first one foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, you open the doors to paradise for me, I moisten it. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. My hands go up while my mouth continues down, you bite your lips, I notice how you like it and I want to stop. Your skin, as soft as satin fabric, I touch it with the tips of my fingers, I raise them to your mouth, you wet them and they come in to give you pleasure; gentle, slow and then I increase speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I enter you once again I feel your nails on my back, I hear the moans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I want you more and more. I want to finish, that we do it together…. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more of paradise while it was raining.♥

I also want to share that the outfit I wear almost every day, that is, my favorite is the clothes in which I can feel too comfortable. I like exercise outfits so I can be super-food all day, on some occasions I like to wear slightly more elegant clothes, and when it comes to shoes, I only like Nike, it's my favorite tennis brand / I want to share the t-shirt I wear almost every day, that is to say that my favorite are the clothes in which I feel too comfortable. I like to wear sweatpants to be super-food all day, sometimes I like to wear more elegant clothes, and for shoes, I like Nike, it's my favorite tennis brand..

Give up your care, I know well: after that pain that your attack afflicts, The complaint mutes in relief and pleasure, calmer the more you penetrate. Transmuted beer or aged cider, of warm gold the furious straight its dull liquor adds and projects about the desirous body that celebrates so much spill. By balms or tricks that mitigate the burning of your entrance never resort. The less you care, anoint, prevent, or containerline you dissemble, the better.. So that you forget the silent simulacrum of nothingness.

Nothing more than that. Only Donna to cheer us up, only Gli occhi della donna to comfort us, only naked bodies, territories in which man never tires. If it is not possible to devote oneself to God in the age of growth, what can one give to the afflicted heart but the necessary circle of death that is the donna Siamo nel sesso, pure beauty, courage alone and cleanliness.

A quiet heat is born in the English, like a rumor of silent foam.. Its hard wicker the precious tulip bends without water, alive and exhausted. A restless, urgent warlike thought grows in the blood. The lost flower in the garden, break your sleep in the wet root. Skip the earth and your entrance loses sap, poison and green aloe. It thumps, it crunches, it hits, it pushes, it pops.. Life splits life into full life. And when death has begun the feast, all this is a merry battlefield..

I look at you, in front of me, sitting. Your lascivious gaze fixed on my pants. You moisten your lips, provoking me almost instantly an erection. .... I'm coming to you, your hands are avidly sorting my limbs .... You put the goulûment in your mouth. You suck it. .... You're eating him. .... You're sucking on him. .... My hands on your head, they give me rhythm .... Fucking mouth .... I'll lie you down. .... my dick in your mouth .... ♪ my mouth in your chat ♪ .... I feel your tongue. .... I feel the touch of your teeth .... Ma langue lèche ta chatte on se frayant a chemin between your lips .... I wet my fingers in your humidity and I kiss you with your lips, while you eat me and lick me.. I eat your chat while my fingers are baising you .... Je te sens te contracter Dans an orgasm profond I feel you contracting .... While my hot sperm fills your mouth ...

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