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When I lifted up your perfumed red skirts, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, all the scent of your body turned on. And over the madness of the instant of summer, your warm hair blinded your eyes. A pout of annoyance retracted your lip and you showed your luminous china teeth... The reproach never had lukewarmness or bitterness, you gave yourself all because yes, because you wanted to, and the burned roses of your garden with the sun adorned your fatigue with a golden fragrance.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes the restlessness of my fiber, the dew in your hands clinging to my river, the corner where the most beautiful dwells. I want to be in the blood of your seal roe leaf in the previously empty glass, be, love, your taste in the summer, the delight in the pulse of your neck. I want to walk your sweat and your saliva, Dare to taste the living water that in your kiss reflects the sweetness of the scented pond and its smoothness; fast and burning water that captivates brilliance of water that fills my cleft.

"...he was stretched out on a chaise-longue, and he had in his white hand an unscented rose." O. Mirebau It is so adorable to introduce myself into her bed, and that my traveling hand rests, between her legs, careless, and when I unsheath the smooth column -its red and juicy top will have the flavor of strawberries, spicy- to witness the unexpected expression of her anatomy that she doesn't know how to use, show her the rosy setting to the indecisive finger, while daring is administered in perfidious and precise doses. It is adorable to pervert a boy, to extract from his virgin womb that roaring tenderness so similar to the final death rattle of a dying man, that it is impossible not to kill him while he ejaculates.

When I lifted up your perfumed red skirts, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, all the scent of your body turned on. And over the madness of the instant of summer, your warm hair blinded your eyes. A pout of annoyance retracted your lip and you showed your luminous china teeth... The reproach never had lukewarmness or bitterness, you gave yourself all because yes, because you wanted to, and the burned roses of your garden with the sun adorned your fatigue with a golden fragrance.

I'm taking it from you, first one foot, then the other. I admire your beauty, you open the doors to paradise for me, I moisten it. I thirst for you, hunger 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 cloth I brush it with my fingertips, I put them in your mouth, you wet them and they enter to give you pleasure; smooth, 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 paradise while it was raining in it. 

I looked at your hands and made up stories of flutters on my breasts, of very soft touches between my thighs. Instantly petals and feathers flocked in unexpected rain to wet my senses. I learned like this to be forever thirsty for honeycombs, while I looked at your hands. Rearing up my desire was entangled between your fingers while a warm sea I bathed in a windless dawn.

Oh you, sweeter, more endless than sweetness, carnal lover in the shadows: from other days you emerge filling your glass with heavy pollen, in delight. From the night full of outrages, a night like runaway wine, a night of rusty purple, I fell to you like a wounded tower, and between the poor sheets your star palpitated against me, burning the sky. Oh jasmine nets, oh physical fire fed in this new shadow, darkness that we touch by squeezing the central waist, hitting time with bloody gusts of spikes. Love without anything else, in the emptiness of a bubble, love with dead streets, love, when she died her whole life and left us lighting up the corners. I bit woman, I sank fading from my strength, I treasured clusters, and I went out to walk from kiss to kiss, tied to caresses, tied to this grotto of cold hair, to these legs covered by lips: hungry between the lips of the earth, devouring with devoured lips.

Woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you resemble the world in your attitude of dedication. My wild farmer's body undermines you and makes the son of the bottom of the earth jump. I was just like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and the night entered me in his powerful invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my slingshot. But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of avid and firm milk. Ah the glasses of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah, the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my limitless desire, my indecisive path! Dark channels where the eternal thirst continues, and the fatigue continues and the infinite pain.

Entering you, head to head, hair to hair, mouth to mouth: the air you breathe - the fixity of memory -, I breathe and in the little light of the afternoon - a ray that does not cease between the burned bones - touches the edges of your body; light that captures the form. Already the zenith of her summons her to another void where her whiteness erases, a mark of sand, your figure. The day devouring sounds burns, from time to time, its thickness and dumps the texture of ash into the voracious night of the senses.

Liturgy of my hands in your hair, urgent caress, full of a sacred moment, complacent in the slope where your neck demands velvet. Conjugate me, condemn me to your heaven that I will carry delirious water in ecstasy of archangels, calming for your eternal fire without consolation. Transfigure my flesh when receiving Communion, drink from the verb to give, come and levitate, and when descending, pierce to love me, resurrect me at the foot of the noble altar, where your oral sacrament gravitates: a kiss will suffice to heal me.

Oh, what an ancient feeling! What good is it to me, I ask, the ink, the paper and the verse? Your flesh seems to me, lily red, fresh rush. Full moon brunette. What do you want from my wish? On the banks of the river the night is getting wet and on Lolita's breasts the bouquets are dying of love. The branches die of love. The night sings naked on the bridges of March. Lolita washes her body with brackish water and tuberose. The branches die of love. The night of anise and silver shines on the roofs. Silver streams and mirrors. Anise of your white thighs. The branches die of love.

I want to ride your body and melt into your silhouette. Go through it at a slow pace that only your soul feels me. Aspire the rich aroma of your skin shaken by a tender caress of my blessed hand. Navigate to your belly through carnal fluids, I eat hot springs they look forward to crazy to be caught... by a kiss from my mouth. Tearing you a moan, a sigh, a breath and softly in the ear... tell you how much I love you. 

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me turn off these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain... eat from your table. I want my hands to go through every part of your skin, that my kisses and caresses fill you; I want to awaken the desire that dwells in you. Come, I invite you to come into my life, I want to be the one that gives you pleasure, the one that makes you sigh... the one that satisfies your desires as a woman. 

Here again, in the middle of the afternoon, the sun shines with hardly any shadows, the color of the orange sky that can be seen in the distance as if it were a perfect canvas, sitting on the bed I look at the window and with me accompanied by a book of aveyana, the one I read every afternoon, full of uncertainty and sad moments, who steals my sighs and dreams, I wait for my husband in heat. Upon entering the room he held my head with his hands and kissed me putting his tongue in my mouth letting his saliva dissolve on my tongue -I missed him so much, his affection, his protective arms and all of him, and I also needed him to make love to me and having him inside me, my body was on fire imagining his caresses and his kisses. -I liked the proximity that my tongue had with hers and the heat that she transmits to me from her sweet and fleshy lips, -I like to feel her, caress her and from time to time go through her intimate parts like a playful- she has a very fibrous body which I like to play very strongly. For a few minutes we remain silent, savoring the precious nectar directly from our lips. A long session of kisses that gave rise to the skin, she knew how to kiss and use his lips and tongue. * I am surprised at what is growing in his crotch. A nervous giggle comes out of my mouth* -Don't worry, I won't do that yet- little by little I went down from her lips, torso, belly... until I reached what was prohibited, in this case it was not prohibited for my lips -I began to perform small havoc in her body every time my tongue touched her flower- I came to feel the sighs of pleasure that she let out through my bica, and the anxieties that I felt with which her tongue picked up the narrow orifice of my vagina and splashes of her saliva falling down his chin.

In a world full of unique and fascinating people, let me introduce myself, I am a woman who stands out for her uniqueness and authenticity. With curves that give me a natural beauty and generous breasts that add a hint of sensuality to my figure, I am much more than appearance. My face radiates tenderness and warmth, with a smile that can brighten even the grayest day.

The perfect couple is just one person making love. No girl knows my body as I myself and, therefore, my skill is wiser. What a smooth pleasant journey through the sensitive areas of my physique. What a hand that is not mine nor is it someone else's but is touch, touch, angelic breath. What in its right moment to enter the exact measure of my limits. Width or narrowness, whatever I please, I get at the desired moment. What a huge variation I get by being with myself, loving even those who deny me contact. As many as I want then enjoy them. The perfect couple is one alone making love. In both sexes. This obsession that leads us to love in company is incomprehensible.

My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your buttocks, your hands fly after it... you caress it... you masturbate it while my mouth moans with pleasure when you feel your fingers... You lay me down and your hand guides me to your insides.... The soft sway of your hips soaks my member while my lips devour your breasts. You lay your breasts against my chest, your sex engulfing my member, you feel me on the edge.....you cum.....it flooded you with desire 

It's a beautiful body that comes towards me. It stops. And he smiles at me. How beautiful that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand. I look into her clear eyes. I think, meanwhile, that his wonderful body beats next to me. Her breasts are very close to my chest and the hair on her crotch. He will squeeze, oppressed by the panties, which I guess are adorable and tiny. And like a nightingale sweet sounds his throat gurgles to my ears. That amazing body talks to me. I answer: "I don't know." The body moves away and I see the hips move away. most perfect in the whole universe. I have learn English. Right now.

Little by little between awake and asleep, I try not to think about my desire and my misery however the touch of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel that I don't want to think about but my soul seeks you, my thought consumes me, how to touch you again My excited skin and my nervous throat, Remember that beginning when I felt you for me for a second I curse that moment because I want it eternal. I curse that moment because I want it to be a story and not just a fragment, I curse that moment because since it happened I have not been calm And I think of you as fast and constant as breathing I almost remember your smell, and 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 unable to escape from mine Your trembling breath because, like me, you curse that day.

EROTIC LOVE... Scorpium Tonight I want to be the one you so long to possess, to be your man, the owner of your skin, to make you crazy... * My mind and my caresses are dying to possess you. Feeling your skin next to mine, your humidity inside me when I have you... * My passion has no limits, the two of us will do everything... In this delivery of lovers, this is how I want to have you ready when I penetrate... * I feel your heat next to me, my Excitement increases, you kiss me... A touch of seduction and your clothes fall to the floor... * I feel your excited breasts, my hands on your legs. My tongue in the honey of your cocoon slowly draws your Goddess body... * Naked and dressed by the moon, I see our night like no other. You free yourself from your clothes and between kisses and caresses you consume me... * Crazy with passion and anxiety, I know that you are my owner in body and soul. I ever dreamed it would come true between your legs to taste your humidity... * I feel the humidity of your mouth, the massage of your tongue and the caresses of your hands. You even bring out my feelings... * Naked you are next to me, your excited breasts and nipples are caressed and kissed, my hands separate your legs and I love you serenely... *

Maybe it's all my imagination maybe it's just in my head, my self and the burning desire, virulent, maybe this story can only be told in my dreams, but here you are, in my subconscious I can undress slowly, here I can take your hands and bring them to my hips, I can give free rein to this fantasy, I can put evil and softness on my part, It's not bad here that I can touch you to feel your breath with an overwhelming desire, that can dominate you and take you to the bottom, that can seduce you and bite you until you forget your name, that you be my public and I your show, that I leave you speechless because you only wish you had me, I want to explode 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 eyes of lust 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 a feeling that in reality I cannot say, only in this reality it doesn't hurt to have it all, desire, love and you

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 it all you seduce me you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a lewd Zeus, like a faceless god looking for your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything and wet it all enjoy me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma it flows, breaks and I gush and I go out and flood and fill you your garden, your labyrinth, where i get lost and hide to turn you on and wet everything and wet it all 

The shiny, greased plunger jubilantly thrusts into the groove, spreading its white burn hotter the slower. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava. And in the oval tangential mercury on the carpet (the tower, smeared penetrating, dripping with its honey, coming out, coming in) decipher the ideogram of the shadow: thought is illusion: slowly tempering comes the one that is not named.

How beautiful that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand. I look into her clear eyes. I think, meanwhile, that her wonderful body beats next to me. Her breasts are very close to my chest and the hair in her crotch. He will squeeze, oppressed by the panties, which I guess are adorable and tiny. And like a nightingale sweet sounds his throat gurgles to my ears. That amazing body talks to me. I answer: "I don't know." The body moves away and I see the hips move away. most perfect in the whole universe. I have learn English. Right now.

Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is stiff to warm my desert bed, my bohemian bed that is getting cold. Wrap me in your body, my love. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises watching over my agony. Impale my lips with honey, smelling of myrtle and carnations, that enthusiasm drips in your mouth; and melting sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

Cover me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises by veiling my agony.

Tonight I left the window open so that my thoughts could fly, and I drew suns in the night sky so that they would light your steps when you arrived. And I wove tremors in your flowers and in your veins, I stripped you of times where you could break, I drank lightly the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of ​​your hips I was captain.

My new adventure begins, will you join?

Hello, I want to get out of this moment, how about we play, what do you propose, love? 

I just saw how attractive you are, and I would like to know if your personality is too. 

When I lifted your perfumed skirts red, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, The entire aroma of your body was lit. And about the madness of the summer moment Your warm hair blinded your eyes. A pout of annoyance curled your lip and you showed your luminous Chinese teeth...

I think of you.....skin to skin. I inhale the aroma of your body while I feel how your hands caress me. I feel them running through my warm touch. Our lips join together...you eat me...I eat you...our tongues play...we both salivate.... My hands search for your breasts that dig into my chest. My playful fingers on your nipples make moans come from your lips..... You lie me down and I feel how your wet sex engulfs my member. You move with soft movements while your breasts demand my kisses. With treachery I eat them while your pelvis accelerates its movement. I feel how your sex contracts... your moans are increasing... I feel how you reach climax and I gush out. You silence my moans by joining your lips to mine...

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me extinguish these longings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain… eat from your table. I want my hands to cover every part of your skin, for my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that resides in you. Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to be the one who gives you pleasure, the one who makes you sigh... the one who satisfies your womanly desires.

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Vaivan in your awakened pupils, eyes that dance to the rhythm of the shoulders, long skin at its quivering root, the anxious stalactite of desire, snail that is embedded in the ears; your eyes sudden, terrible. Ah your eyes! And madness, enchantment and more madness.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes, the restlessness of my fiber, the dew in your hands holding onto my river, the corner where the most beautiful lives. I want to be in the blood of your seal roe leaf in the previously empty glass, be, love, your flavor in the summer, the delight in the pulse of your neck. I want to walk your sweat and your saliva, dare to taste the living water that in your kiss reflects the sweetness of the aromatic pond and its smoothness; swift and burning water that captivates shine of water that fills my cleft.

I have a great mood, I love having fun with you constantly, I enjoy what I do daily in my broadcasts and it would be a pleasure for me to continue sharing my days with you!

From your hips to your feet I want to take a long journey. I'm smaller than an insect. I go through these hills, they are oatmeal colored, they have thin footprints that only I know, burned centimeters, pale perspectives. There is a mountain here. I will never get out of it. Oh what a giant moss! And a crater, a rose of moistened fire! Through my legs I descend, spinning a spiral or sleeping on the journey, and I reach your round hard knees like the hard peaks of a clear continent. Towards your feet I slip, at the eight openings, from your sharp, slow, peninsular fingers, and from them the emptiness of the white sheet I fall, blindly and hungry searching for your burning vessel contour!

I dissolve in the magic, I turn in the middle of the pulpy fruit, I hear the soft noise of the burning ember, the moist language anchored in the mouth. A drum announces your pulse, your dark river. Closed my eyes I look at you I look at myself deep ash I am now.

I settled myself carefully folded among the white clothes in the closet You took the sheets off your bed and put me on top sheet You slid under the covers and I covered you inch by inch Then we were swept away by the hurricane and fell gasping in the eye of the storm Now you lie bathed in perspiration with your gaze lost on the ceiling and the top sheet still tangled between your legs.

With this single hand I tire myself loving you from afar. Lying under the old window, I wait for the sweat to go cold, I contemplate the labyrinth of my arms. I own a rectangle of sky that I will never reach. But we must be more objective, forget the worries, the deceptions, the useless desire for verses that testify to life. Celebrate the silence of a satisfied body, that godless height to which our mortal flesh reaches. Thus knowing the plenitude that some of us pursue: a man, under the sky, sees his hands.

Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that is stiff today to warm my desert bed, my bohemian bed that grows cold. Cover me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up From the morning to the uncertain glow, that surprises by veiling my agony. Impalement my lips with honey, smelling of myrtles and carnations, that enthusiasm drips from your mouth; and melting sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves Let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

A flower not far from the night my mute body opens to the delicate urgency of the dew

When I lifted your perfumed skirts red, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, The entire aroma of your body was lit. And about the madness of the summer moment Your warm hair blinded your eyes. A pout of annoyance curled your lip and you showed your luminous Chinese teeth... The reproach never had warmth or bitterness, You gave yourself everything just because, because you wanted to, and the roses burned from your garden with the sun They adorned your fatigue with a golden fragrance.

I would love to share with you and know a little more about your taste, don't hesitate to talk to me, I'm here for you!

Every morning the same amazement, always new: seeing how natural your body is for you.

How beautiful is that red, wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand.

I feel very lucky to have you here with me!

Do you like this sexy girl? I hope so

I am a sexy girl and thirsty for delicious sex!

I would love to interact with you and get to know you a little better, I hope you can visit me and share a little with me.

Merry Christmas my loves!