shapes and colors. Take
synapses in clusters and strings of numbness.
shapes and colors that go direct to the brain. Communicate without speaking.
shapes and colors, but also size and position.
And so after delay, hesitation, diffidence, tattooed there.
"You choose where to put it," he said.
"Here, you see and not see." In daily menage meant.
But you see well in the menage to two: when you're four feet, and the sharp pattern blends with the curves of your body.
And so that afternoon he undressed, lay on the bed, the only mirror in front of the room. He put his hands first, then the elbows.
Finally passed his hand with her nails painted red pork until it touches.
As if I did not exist, as if they were her true before me, the other reflected that every time I looked.
different harmony rose, with that wonderful black tattoo that goes with the color of the shoes, whose heels horizontal pointing straight at me. A show
to enjoy, a story to tell. Until
, confused by his wild side, I decided to write my final.
What made slow movements, one that alternates between the gentle caresses, the rape of the blonde locks to be used as a wheel in the mad rush toward orgasm.
Desire, passion and use of the body.
The aim is not to arrive, but travel. Travel
in the world of lust, infoiati smell of sex, biting her lip.
that of the face, and those in the dark union of his legs.
Godo without being satisfied, so why do I still have.
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