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The imagination flies, like a bird with rigid wings look at the nakedness of the place, in its descent perches in the thick with great excitement his slenderness captivates him, the silence is broken when the wind moans, quickly rises and upon reaching the climax exhausted gives way to reality.

Live for pleasure. It only evokes, in her long and tremulous glances, an abyss of faint nights of the hungry kisses of my mouth. She feels the vapor of the feast. and it deflowers the hair in blonde flames, while she dreams of my consecrated glories to his mad Bacchante opulence. he lives for pleasure. And in my madness, I feel like tied to your beauty, and I applaud his erotic chimeras. Because there is an expression of Augustan Art in the bold turgor of her bust and in the imperial camber of his hips!

Wrap me up.....Don't be afraid. Before your living fire my flesh is dazzled, and emerges chastely between the pink tremor of my light suit to be yours. Don't you suck in the air a faint fragrance What enervates and what disturbs? Don't you feel that your breath it catches on like a veil of shadow on my waist?... You see that even my eyes tonight they have dark glare, and on your firm knees my hands are falling apart like ripe roses. And when you tangle your fingers in my light hair I feel strange freshness, while your kisses fall in my thirsty mouth with fragrant humidity that a fruit splits. Suck me in slowly.... I will start my delivery on your dark flesh, and I will rise from the fire sanctified and beautiful how it rises from marble a naked statue.

He went, in a rhythmic and feline step to sweet, agile or rough advances, with something animal and divine the dancer with bare feet. Her skirt was the skirt of roses, On her breasts there were two shields… Constellation of cases and things... The dancer with bare feet. A thousand delights descended from her breasts. towards the sunken pearl of the navel, and began obscene purposes strawberry sugars and fig honey. On one side of the gestational chair there were my jesters and my mutes... And it was all Selene and Anactoria the dancer with bare feet!

The room of a venusta grace was illuminated when I brought mine trembling closer to your mouth, while my audacity flashed across land and sky cutting off life's most intact rose. What juice, say, what juice does the heart invoke Does your lips have such intimate sweetness? Woman, tell me: What bees searched for what flowers? the honey transferred to the honeycomb of your mouth? Oh kiss! with the glory of your celestial emotion -communion of soul and mouth, ember and diaphanity- you opened in the purest of spasms: This, to our ephemeral mud routes of eternity. Your lip, garden where fever is a gardener; button of fever my lip is never full, They melted in the wounds of the immortal bonfire to drink infinity together with a kiss.

Almost at dawn between shadows, the weak lightning of the storm illuminated your nakedness, It was provocation it was your naked skin that he incited. the sleepy nature to wake up, responding to the heart, time stopped was a mute witness, of lovers' embrace, of sudden love, pleasant, forbidden, of shared feelings of total delivery, that only lovers They know how to keep secrets.

I need to touch you and for you to touch me, to feel the comfort of my member between your legs, you get wet and together we reach heaven. You scream for me to be your company, when you only want comfort and pleasurable pain, I penetrate you and the wetter you are asking me not to stop, I'm about to explode, when only with your moan I fill you with my semen and my desire to continue , you scratch my back and squeeze me with your legs, leaving me locked in prison with your veins. You want more of me, you grab my member and squeeze it, you taste it again and again, giving me pleasure, you want to merge our souls again into a single desire, passion, satisfaction and love is forgotten. You are a total and complete woman, I don't care about your past, as long as your future is that we seek pleasure together.

Make me feel the heat of your mouth, I want to feel it running through my body. I want to feel it on my lips, on my neck, my chest, my belly, my sex... I want to feel your tongue while your mouth fucks my member. I want to feel your hot saliva drip down to my balls, your teeth scratching my glans while my hands on your head accompany your movement. Feel how my body trembles on the verge of orgasm...feel how my warm semen fills your mouth while mine moans and moans without rest.

In your arms I fall asleep. I feel your warm skin, the touch of your breasts on my back. Your hands caress my chest while your lips kiss my neck. Your hands explore me. I feel them preying on my sex. You caress it...you squeeze it...you feel how it hardens in your hand. I turn face to face to kiss your lips. Your hand doesn't stop masturbating me while our tongues melt between our wet saliva. I feel your fingers on my penis... up and down... recreating on the glans... you silence my moans with your mouth while my fingers caress your breasts... I ask you not to stop, I want to fill your hand with my warm semen... and you increase the pace while with the other hand you caress my balls and feel how they contract about to expel my milk... and I give it to you... Between moans I empty myself into your hand....while our mouths kiss in a deep and intense kiss...