AshlyRogers

Although you ungrate the threshold and exalivas he could not penetrate, lick and soft, not even to penetrate such a vast ship, by its volume as for its ballast. my caution and in contrast -liniments, rot or care- with meager forgotten anal suddenly and without warning you went.

Never again will tolerance or reception find in me so overwhelmed inert that to antipodes invited and strict symmetrical is invested: death that is part of life. life that is part of death.

But girl, I recommend you something of seduction in the screaming: I like the soul and with soul the flesh. Chastity cannot reduce lust; if I were hungry I would like to satisfy myself. I feel like the virtue and that the rear has its virtues.

Flowers, pieces of your body; I claim your sap. I squeeze between my lips the lacerating dick of the gladiolus. I'll keep lemons to your torso, your hard tips on my fingers like tall girls. I already know my tongue the soft stretch marks of your ear and it is a snail.

I want to see in your eyes the flash, the restlessness of my fiber, the Rocío in your hands assidates my river, the beach in which the most beautiful inhabits..

something must die when something is born; it must be suffocated, and its substance sucked to be irrigation or breastfeeding in what another being its urgency satisfies

Red, a curl bridge advances and set your undulating ivory burned. Bit and corvo, in suspense, in the wind lifts you. Loneliness, asleep in thickness fat your spirgy foot and descend from the high elmo to the sea of the plain.

I settled carefully folded among the white closet clothes You took the sheets from your bed And you put me from the top sheet You slid under the tapas And I covered in centimeter

Erotic thought root in the unconscious And as in a canvas Plasma in Claroscuro The nakedness of some lovers that with lust. In intercourse are linked The silence groans When the orgasm flow to Raudo Souls caress and a seal seals the alliance.

Tonight I want to be who you want so much to possess, be your man, owner of your skin, get rid of. * My mind and my caresses, They die for possessing you. Feel your skin next to mine, your moisture within me Having you.

Almost at dawn between shadows, the weak ray of the storm illuminated your nakedness, it was provocation, it was your bare skin that prompted. the sleepy nature to wake up, responding to the heart,

And I felt your hands traveling my body, I felt them in my chest, in my belly, seizing my member. I felt caressing it, squeezing it, masturbating it. More and more intense as you felt my fingers stroking your wet sex. You listen to my happiness and continuous strong

I was with a young man and I finally knew what it was The violent outburst, vibratic agility, melious cavities in the fleshy pulp gently ajar Until the boundary, the perfect gear, the precise density of spilled juices, the proper inclination, The exact position, and the wisdom of mutism, the beauty of a glans.

Kisses Sweat Jade Groans and more kisses Petting Bites Love promises drowned on your lips Desire Lust Passion, fury, debauchery And when I feel I can't anymore And I want to get carried with you Just at that moment awake.

Flowers, pieces of your body; I claim your sap. I squeeze between my lips The lacerating Verga del Gladiolo. I will keep lemons to your torso, Your hard tips on my fingers Like tall girls.

You tremble, and your crazy hair spread like shadow hooks in your juicy flesh. My hands, five-flame bonfires, Laman The marble of your body to pink.

I want to see in your eyes the flash, the restlessness of my fiber, the Rocío in your hands assidates my river, the beach in which the most beautiful inhabits..

something must die when something is born; it must be suffocated, and its substance sucked to be irrigation or breastfeeding in which another being its urgency satisfies.

I was, in a rhythmic and feline step to sweet, agile or rude advances, with some animal and divine the dancer with bare feet. His skirt was the skirt of the roses, in his breasts there were two shields

almost at dawn between shadows, the weak ray of the storm illuminated your nakedness, it was provocation, it was your bare skin that prompted.

And I felt your hands traveling my body, I felt them in my chest, in my belly, seizing my member. I felt caressing it, squeezing it, masturbating

Take my pages one by one read me with your mouth lower with your fingers on my back open my leaves touch my page examine my texts i drunk my story take me your favorite book and don't stop until the end read me strongly gently at dusk with daylight but my reader always read me

Sitting by your side I feel a delicious wet heat traveling my body your caresses are a balm q cool my skin every kiss turns on in desire and in the gloom I see you so clearly just I need your essence to taste every part of you

Your hips are my path I guide my greatest pleasure your smile entertains me, it pauses me to continue with the route of hallucination. Your words encourage me, excite me They are orders that I must comply with your flavor Injected my strength to continue
 
The shiny and oiled plunger jubilantly charges the slot and spills its white burn more scorching the more leisurely. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava..

The shiny and oiled plunger jubilantly charges the slot and spills its white burn more scorching the more leisurely. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava..

The shiny and oiled plunger jubilantly charges the slot and spills its white burn more scorching the more leisurely. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava..

The shiny and oiled plunger jubilantly charges the slot and spills its white burn more scorching the more leisurely. A fleeting and disguised witness salivates and scrutinizes the opening that the volume dilates and that sutures its own lava.

The shiny and oiled plunger jubilantly charges the slot and spills its white burn more scorching the more leisurely. 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, daubed penetrating, dripping with its honey, leaving, entering) decipher the ideogram of the shadow: thought is illusion: tempering She who is not named comes slowly.

We came out of love like an air disaster We had lost our clothes the papers I was missing a tooth and to you the notion of time was a year long like a century or a century short as a day for the furniture by the house

We came out of love like an air disaster We had lost our clothes the papers I was missing a tooth and to you the notion of time Was a year long like a century or a century short as a day? We were the survivors of a collapse of a volcano of the raptured waters And we say goodbye with the vague feeling to have survived though we didn't know why

Your hips are my way Guide me to my greatest pleasure Your smile amuses me, it gives me pause To continue with the tour of the hallucination Your words encourage me, they excite me They are orders that I must follow Your flavor gives me the strength to continue Your soft movements make me uneasy They surround me in a wide range of forbidden ideas And your sensitivity encourages me to transgress what is established. You are all mine, you are my whole life, you are the air I need to live.

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 dick. 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..

Come, tempt me to be fire for your body. Provoke me so that my hands run over your skin and feel the desire in which our bodies burn. You will feel my lips on your neck, my hands on your breasts, the erection that you cause when you hear how you sigh with desire. Tempt me. Tempt me.

And I felt your hands running over my body, I felt them on my chest, on my belly, taking over my member. He felt them caressing him, squeezing him, masturbating. Increasingly more intense as you felt my fingers caressing your wet sex. You hear my moans and continue louder.you squeeze my hand and an orgasm runs through your body while my semen drips between your fingers.

It's like a work of art passionate, expressive... where they play a role the five senses. nudity is detailed without seeking any perfection, you listen tenderly what the mouth whispers to your ear

Kisses sweat gasps moans and more kisses petting bites promises of love drowned in your lips desire lust passion, fury, debauchery and when I feel I can't take it anymore and I want to let myself go with you right at that moment awake.

The roses pulsated above your breasts hard like a flora of white cambric that your arms were warmly pink full, the laces tempted with interview meats

Although you anointed the threshold and ensalivated couldn't penetrate, licked and soft, not even sail such a vast ship, for its volume as well as for its ballast. My caution mocked and in contrast -liniments, modesty or care- with tiny forgotten annals Suddenly and without warning you entered.

The Forbidden captivates me wakes me up, turns me on when I see you I feel a chill that runs through every part of my body. I imagine everything I could do to you, I shouldn't, I imagine everything you should do to me but you wouldn't want to I beg temptation for your attention I could become your harlequin, I wouldn't mind serving you, I wouldn't mind being yours, but I shouldn't, you wouldn't want to.

Your hips are my way guide me to my greatest pleasure your smile amuses me, it gives me pause to continue with the tour of the hallucination. Your words encourage me, they excite me They are orders that I must follow Your flavor gives me the strength to continue.

I forcibly fuck with your mind just as my body would do. You read me, you think about me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running over you, desecrating your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you distill just from imagining that I am the one who possesses you. And you offer me, and in your mind I possess you

How I'd like to be the underwear that kisses your buttocks with its threads and that at the same time caresses your vaginal lips every time you walk

No girl knows my body as I do myself and, therefore, my skill is wiser. What a smooth pleasant ride through the sensitive areas of my physique. What a hand that is neither mine nor someone else's but it is touch, touch, angelic breath. What at the right time to enter to the exact extent of my limits. Width or narrowness, whatever I please,

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.

I like you totally, completely and completely, not by the fire of your wet hair, not even for your warm cinnamon breasts, nor the sin of the rhythm of your hip. I like you totally, completely and completely, not for your mouth so intact to the kiss

your body that I desire and that I reject my will dominates. like wine my mind disturbs, excites and comforts. Then, sated, I feel darkly ashamed of the pleasure thus achieved. But after a while, your desire reappears in me pressing and desperate and I'll look for you if I don't find you close. You are neither young nor beautiful, however. But I have to get you again.

I watch you, in front of me, sitting. Your lascivious gaze fixed on my pants. You moisten your lips, almost instantly causing me to have an erection..

How I'd like to be the underwear that kisses your buttocks with its threads and that at the same time caresses your vaginal lips every time you walk down the street Thoughtful, who will make you rich love. While I Here, who desires you like water to the earth, Which moves Desperate to soothe the dryness of your arid and thirsty skin. I would like to be the one who penetrates you deeply, while you moan like a Wild animal in jealousy.

But girl, I recommend you some seduction in the little screams: carnal I like the soul and with soul the flesh. Chastity cannot reduce lust; if I were hungry I would like to be satisfied.

I miss sex. All its aspects. All my respects. Perversion is understanding. Put your face in the vagina with a mouth full of aspirin and an unknown finger in the ass. And ten minutes later sit in a cab like it was nothing, legs crossed, hands in lap. And yet the prefect padlock of our necks, and his tongue on my neck and the constant heat of the skin of him without pores they will never be able to revive.

Oh you, sweeter, more endless that sweetness, carnal love among the shadows: from other days you emerge filling with heavy pollen your cup, in delight. From the full night of outrages, night like wine runaway, rusty purple night I fell to you like a wounded tower, and between the poor sheets your star it pulsed against me, burning the sky.

No matter what happens between us, your body will always be with me your sweet and delicate way of making love, like the spiral leaf of fiddlehead fern in forests bathed in the sun. Your thighs, travelers, generous, among whom I have put my face again and again

And I felt your hands running over my body, I felt them on my chest, on my belly, taking over my member. He felt them caressing him, squeezing him, masturbating. Increasingly more intense as you felt my fingers caressing your wet sex. You hear my moans and continue louder.you squeeze my hand and an orgasm runs through your body while my semen drips between your fingers.

Although you anointed the threshold and ensalivated couldn't penetrate, licked and soft, not even sail such a vast ship, for its volume as well as for its ballast. My caution mocked and in contrast -liniments, modesty or care- with tiny forgotten annals Suddenly and without warning you entered.

No matter what happens between us, your body will always be with me your sweet and delicate way of making love, like the spiral leaf of fiddlehead fern in forests bathed in the sun. Your thighs, travelers, generous, among whom I have put my face again and again the place, innocent and wise, that my tongueNo matter what happens between us, your body will always be with me your sweet and delicate way of making love, like the spiral leaf of the fern-headed violin in sun-drenched woods. Your thighs, travelers, generous, among which I have placed my face again and again

The erotic thought roots in the unconscious and like on a canvas plasma in chiaroscuro the nudity of lovers that with lust. In intercourse they link the silence moans when the orgasm flows quickly souls caress each other and a seal seals the alliance.
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.

I want to be blind, I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink on your thighs a souffle de vie et j'ai tout

Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber. Let me quench these desires in your body, I want to be ecstatic before your nakedness; drink at your fountain... eat at your table. I want my hands covering every part of your skin, that month.

The imagination flies, like a bird with stiff wings, over the nakedness of the landscape, on its descent it lands in the

I'm envious, I'm envious of those dizzying legs. I want to make them feel the bout of my fingers. I want to feel your skin ramp up to my contact. I've been wanting to explore them in search of your hidden treasure.

I love you totally, completely and completely, not by the fire of your mouldy hair, not even for your warm breasts, nor the sin of the rhythm of your hip. I love you totally, completely and

You: chills; you, climbing my back with your fingers; you, climbing the pores of my being... and those of my skin too. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, colliding with each of my curves. Your tongue in the dark in me body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the depths of my heart.

Tonight I left the window open so that my thoughts would fly, and I drew suns in the night sky so that they light your steps when you arrive.

Entering dans la pièce, he held my tête avec ses mains et m'a embracé, mettant sa langue dans ma bouche, laissant sa salive se dissoudre sur ma langue. He was going to kiss me, but he didn't know what to do..

One of my greatest pleasures, to be in touch with nature, to walk and watch a beautiful sunset. Will you accompany me?

I can be very tender, sensual or bold, it just depends on you, I treat people like they treat me, I think the reciprocity is positive..

As for my ghosts, one of them is to explore in all intimacy my most adventurous and passionate side. One of my greatest sexual fantasies is to have an intimate encounter with three men, where the excitement and passion multiply..

Come with me on a visual stroll rich in charm and seduction. As I walk in lingerie through attractive environments, I invite you to discover my most sensual side. Every step I make awakens my imagination and my desire.

Join me in a visual stroll full of charm and seduction. As I walk in lingerie through attractive environments, I invite you to discover my most sensual side. Every step I make awakens my imagination and my desire.

________________________________________________________♥___________________________________________________________________  

I want to tell you a little bit about my big wishes, I want to please you until you don't want to be with anyone else, I want you to enjoy my sensuality and every movement of my body and imagine your hands on it. . Do you want to know more about my deepest desires? I'm waiting for you to enjoy.

And I think of the places or the photos I take all the way through my life
 
a magie de mon métier allows me to live the life of my protagonists et le plaisir de décrire slowly and soigneusement une rencontre érotique dépasse de loin le plaisir de la vivre.
  I want to tell you a little bit about my great desires, I want to please you until you no longer want to be with anyone else, I want you to enjoy my sensuality and every movement of my body and imagine your hands on it. . Do you want to know more about my deepest desires? I wait for you to enjoy.