CocoVolkova

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.

It's amazing that after so long it can still surprise me, I never thought I'd be able to meet people I trusted so much and who would make me feel complete and happy.

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 my body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the bottom of my heart. You: thaw; your teeth on my neck biting me a kiss; you, making my breasts and my chest yours: shaking my breath. Your breath tarnishing every kilometer of my body. You know perfectly my shortcuts .... But you have always been to choose the longest path; to make me wait, to convulse my body kissing me from the end to the beginning of my legs. Anyway: Your fingers in my vagina making me think I'm responsible for global warming.. You: fire; I never thought that a fire on my skin would be so wet...I never thought that I would want to burn so much.

Shaving it off, she was truly beautiful, up to the navel all rolled up, legs wide open, and sitting in a wide and spacious chair. Looking at him she was very happy, after she was very well shaved, and being mocking, careless, he put his finger inside the thing. And how he shook his hips, to the used decoy responding, it gave it a certain flavor afterwards. But as he knew it wasn't true, he said: Be careful what I'm doing"This is not the wood of this fire."

A slow bleeding to be traced back to the most perfidious beauty to the mystery of defenseless flesh a blind man chaining himself to life in the midst of secret humidity pretending to be a sea creature or perhaps a demon accomplice of a sweet and sad angel imprecise and virgin light of an eclipse closed Lips and eyes but open stray flowery.

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. And I weaved 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. I murmured ardor and vigils, I was a sentinel, In the wounded hour my name was a talisman, poor prey of your hungry mouth, sincere sample of this dark guardian. I painted your lips with colors, your hives, your corners scented with white orange blossom, I built promises with storm splinters and by your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away.

From your hips to your feet I want to take a long trip. I'm smaller than an insect. I go through these hills, They are oatmeal colored, They have thin traces 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 I descend through my legs spinning a spiral or sleeping on the trip and I reach your knees of round hardness like the hard peaks of a clear continent. Towards your feet I slip, to the eight openings, of your sharp fingers, slow, peninsular, and of them the emptiness of the white sheet I fall, searching blind and hungry your surroundings of burning vessel!

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.

You are close to me, forbidden desired, within my reach, you insinuate yourself, you offer yourself with provocative gestures, to my eyes, to my hidden desires. To my sleeping lust, hidden in the genes, I look at you, I ask for your ripe body like fruit that when biting leaves my mouth red. I imagine you horizontal in my feline shelter and my claws caressing you, tearing apart your privacy.. I am loving you, as you want, you are perfect, your skin burns, your blood burns, you know it. Your body moans, cries with pleasure, with love, you are close to me, like a perverse angel, victorious or defeated, smiling, coveted and evil.

I am the honey you are looking for when your body wants to have a good time, an unforgettable moment and fill you with satisfaction?, I will make you have the longest lasting erection you've ever had while your gaze travels over every inch of my body An unforgettable moment and fulfill you, I will make you have the longest lasting erection you have ever had while your gaze travels every inch of my body

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 decipher the ideogram of the shadow: thought is illusion: slowly tempering comes the one that is not named.

Be silent when you have nothing to say, when true passion moves you, say what you have to say, and say it warmly.. Kink is just another art form.. It's like painting, drawing or sculpting.. Except instead of painting, we perverts use sex as a medium, letting every sentence fill with dirty, shameless words and sounds.. These are the most pleasant things to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest are the prettiest.. Let every sentence be filled with shameless and dirty words and sounds. These are the most pleasant things to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest are the prettiest.. Let every sentence be filled with shameless and dirty words and sounds. They are the most pleasant to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest are the prettiest..

I just saw how attractive you are, and I'd like to know if your personality is attractive too, I'm gonna have to charge you rent, because you have been living in my head for a long time without paying anything, I hope. You know how to do word of mouth, because I'm out of breath, I don't have a watch. Can you tell me what time it is it's just that I saw you and I lost track of time, since I saw you I couldn't think of anything other than meeting you, it's not my fault if you please me. It's your fault for having everything I love.

Imagination is a very powerful weapon, every time we imagine something we suggest an idea and this can produce very pleasant feelings.. It is an invisible presence between two people, but if what is imagined becomes reality, if what is in our mind is touched and felt, then we create.. Imagining and translating into reality is nothing more than a wonderful creative process.. It is rewarding and legitimizing one's own imagination, integrating it into our own being, giving it a large piece of our history.. In every erotic encounter there is an invisible and always active character: the imagination..

I need to touch you and that you touch me, that you 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 pleasant pain, I penetrate you and wetter you are asking me not to stop, I am 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 jail with your veins. You want more of me, you grab my member and squeeze it, taste it over and over again, giving me pleasure, you want to merge our souls 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..

In the middle of the night you wake up and guess my sleeping face. You support your mouth on my forehead, you leave, as carelessly, your hand on my chest, until our heartbeats match. In the middle of the night, hostile and dark, you keep me, shuddering at every movement I make, until, feminine and helpless, you remain 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 due to, why it was born.

Consider your gender. Simplified the heart, I think of your sex, in front of the mature lady of the day. I hit the joy button, it's ripe. And an old feeling dies degenerated into brains I think of your sex, furrow more fertile and harmonious than the womb of the shadow, though death conceives and gives birth to God himself. Oh conscience, I think, yes, of the free brute who loves where he wants, where he can. Oh honey twilight scandal. Oh, silent roar. OdumodneurtseIt is not lust, my love, it is not the brutal madness with which I have written to you these last days and nights, it is not the wild and almost bestial desire of your body, my love, that then attracted me to you. No, my dear, it's not that at all, but the most tender, the most adorable and the most compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your frailty.

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..

Before I loved you, my love, nothing was mine: I hesitated in the streets and everything: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was air that was expected. I have known halls of ash, tunnels inhabited by the moon, cruel sheds that said goodbye, questions that remained in the sand. All was empty, dead and mute, fallen, forsaken and fallen, All was inalienably strange. Everything belonged to others and nobody, Until your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn with gifts. My heart is yours my feelings are yours my body is yours my words are for you my caresses are for you my kisses are for you love If you love me, love me completely Not by areas of light or shadow .... If you love me, love me in white and black, and grey, green and blonde, and chestnut .... Day of love love me at night .... And at dawn in the open window ! .... If you love me, don't cut me: love me all .... Or do not love me

I wake up going to the kitchen, I make coffee, its aroma tickles my nose, I see the sun rise through the window, I listen to music watching people go by, I get restless when I see the reflection stand out, the astonished look, I realize that you see me from the alley, only the glances come and go, one last breath in my window and I retire, leaving you with the question that it will be. Rewind in your head all day while you look for my face among the people, but there's only silence and the hope of seeing me again in that little window that morning.. My footsteps on this street echo in another street where I hear my footsteps pass on this street where only the fog is real. Spellings of harmony that an inexperienced hand repeats. fatigue.

Did you know that a pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes and that he releases almost half a liter of sperm during this AWESOME period ❤❤ a flea can jump 350 times the length of its body. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field! ❤ 30 minutesLucky for the unfortunate pig, right ❤❤ some lions can have sex more than 50 times a day ❤❤ but the pig is better ❤❤ An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. I know people like thatIs it true for the pig ❤❤ Starfish have no brains. I know people like that toohehe ❤❤ that HDP the pigs Dolphins are the only species that have sex for funHuge orgasm of the sow, rightI can't get out of my amazement ❤❤ Can this dirty desire be born from thereOr could it be that he could offer me to do dirty things?

Sexologist by Antonomasia I have called you again. Prisoner of the fleshiness of your thighs. Listening to you erect the mythical morbidity of this goat entity. Weightlessness drags me into the labyrinth. More like an addict, free fall takes me to the center of the earth and I wish to continue towards the incorporeal abyss.. I envision licking the amphora that redeems this stagnant thirst. Do you think that in your hands eating the seaweed who dive into lust can I escape the nocturnal larva that perfumes you why turn on the light in front of those fleeting star smiles because you perceive me as shipwrecked on the dream island, you subjugate my phallic ego. Oh how poisonous are the darts of your oblivion From those golden breasts I only drink now, melancholy.

We were a swinging couple from somewhere, we went to clubs, there weren't many people during the week, and we always stayed there with the people who contacted us.. One day an Aeromexico pilot contacted us. At the disco we started talking, dancing .... After a while I went to the bathroom and put on something provocative. The Mexican friend was excited. After having a few beers, he took out a bottle of tequila, paid the right to drink the tequila there in the disco (the clothes I came with I kept in my partner's suitcase)). After several glasses of tequila I took off my little dress, I was left naked, so I danced with the two of them. They groped me everywhere. After a few hours of dancing and drinking, the Mexican friend told us to go to a nice hotel, my partner said to go to a swinger.. On a weekday there were fewer people on the street, and since I was naked and half drunk, I left the club like that.. The Mexican hugged me while my partner stopped a taxi, and in the taxi they both started kissing and touching me.. On the way, the driver noticed that he was naked and told us to get out of the vehicle and dropped us off on the side of town where he had lived as a teenager.. On the other side of the bridge was a hostel whose owners knew some of my neighbor's friends well..❤❤

Since I was half drunk and on the street, I didn't care. We went in, they paid for the room and something else so that the three of us could get in.. I was with my head on the ground and when I looked up it was one of my partner's friends who was present. We recognized each other, we looked at each other and he nodded to me. I did the same. Walking up the stairs, he looked at my ass. In the bedroom, since they both wanted to fuck me and I also wanted everything, they ate me and held me very well for a while.. After finishing, I called the intercom to ask for water, and the friend answered me. I told him I was going to talk to him.. I put on the towel and went downstairs. I talked for a while, I explained to him and I told him that another day he was going to come back .... And that will be another story.❤❤

Linda, let me tell you, I'll tell you my truth, there's someone who dreams of having and you have what I could wish for, that body that starts midass, I can't even think anymore. Linda, let me tell you one more time, darling, give me a moment that doesn't belong to anyone else, there is more than one who dreams of your love and you want me to love you more, these eyes that bite glances, life leaves me ❤❤ I love you when you're silent because you're absent, and you listen to me from afar, and my voice doesn't touch you.. Your eyes seem to have gone out of your head and a kiss seems to close your mouth. As all things are full of my soul you emerge from things, full of my soul. Dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like the word melancholy. I love you when you're quiet and distant. And you are like a moaning butterfly in a lullaby. And you hear me from afar, and my voice cannot reach you: Silence me by your silence. Let me also speak to you with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, silent and starry. Your silence is like a star, so distant and so simple. I love you when you are silent because you are absent. Distant and painful as if you were dead. A word then, a smile is enough. And I'm happy, happy that it's not true ❤❤

My tactic is to look at you, learn how you are, love you as you are, my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you, build an indestructible bridge with words. My tactic remains in your memory. frankly and we do not sell drills so that between the two there is no curtain or abyss my strategy is to exchange more and more deeply simple my strategy is that any day I don't know how I don't know what excuse you finally need me ❤❤

I sing what you loved, my life, in case you come closer and listen, my love, in case you remember the world you lived in, at sunset I sing, my shadow. I don't want to shut up, my life. How would you find me without my loyal cry What sign, who tells me, my life I am the same that was yours, my life. ♪ Neither slow nor overclocked nor lost ♪. Come at nightfall, my life; come to remember a song, my life, if you recognize the song learned and if you still remember my name I wait for you without end or hour. Don't be afraid of night, fog or showers. Go with trail or without trail. Call me where you are, my soul, and walk straight towards me, man. ❤❤

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.

I love you because of your eyebrow, because of your hair, I debate you in the very white corridors where the light sources play, I argue with each name, I delicately rip out your scar, I put the ashes of lightning in your hair and bands that slept in the rain. I don't want you to have a shape, to be precisely what's happening behind your hand, because the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the legendary sugar, and the gestures, this architecture from nothing, turning on its lamps in the middle of the match. Every morning is the blackboard where I invent and draw you, to later erase you, you're not like that, not even with that straight hair, that smile. I look for your sum, the edge of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I look for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. Also, I love you, and long and cold. ❤❤

I feel you, skin against skin sharing aromas awakening desire. My lips run over your back. My body turns on .... I want your body. 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. - I'm not. - I'm not. You cum. - I'm not. - I'm not. It flooded you with desire

Still naked, you had risen from the bed, and my semen from your spilled entrance was dripping down your thighs, viscous and dense, still warm. Lit and blissful, you had remained standing in the half light, and in your shadowy silhouette, under the sex shone an astral brilliance of exuded mercury. I looked at time absorbed, in the mirror of that moment, a figure of hers definitive and simple as a name: my semen on your thighs, her reflection of my lava in moonlight your geological dawn in woman and man.

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 haven't been calm and I think of you as fast and steady 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. ❤❤

Give up your care, I know well: after that pain that your onslaught afflicts, in relief and pleasure the complaint changes, the more calm the more you penetrate. Transmuted beer or old cider, from lukewarm gold the furious straight line its dull liquor sums up and projects over the eager body that celebrates so much spill. To balms or tricks that attenuate the burning of your entrance never resort. The less you take care of, anoint, prevent, or hide packaging, the better. So that you forget the mute simulacrum of nothingness.

Hello doctor I have a disease I can only be cured in one way with this girl's medicine I'm sure the nausea will go away when she puts on her stockings but I'll fall into a coma if I don't see her thong I know my mood will rise if she wears it This pretty garter belt is not an injection either, just a lot of action with the hottie doctor, I don't need any prescription anymore because I've already seen her naked..

ListenDo you hear the buzz of my body responding to seeing that cinnamon skin of yours, so beautifulMy heart keeps time .... I touched you, you touch me .... i CARESS every part of your body .... I reach your cave damp with roses .... You tremble, you sigh strongly .... i hug you from behind .... You feel my erect member rubbing against your buttocks. .... You grab it, you squeeze it, you moan .... The two of you, ecstatic .... You turn around, kiss me and tell me; "Kiss me, uh, lean me over here, doggy style, give me hard and ..."

Pleasure is the experience that something, love someone, your love thing, love action, love feeling, love feels good, and implies the enjoyment of that. Sorry, I meant to say SEX. ...

You tremble, and your crazy hair spread like hooks of shadow in your juicy flesh.. My hands, bonfires with five flames, lick the marble of your body until it turns pink. Stretched out at my feet like a white carpet you tremble; with your trembling verses of anguish I shape. Your lip is a path of blood towards the spasm; you are a spout of fever among the shadows. My mouth, like a seal in your mouth, is recorded and in the morbidity of your heated breast my pupil, blister of vertigo, is nailed. Kneeling in you, like a shivering claw, I will extinguish myself, my nerves like pink smoke will go in spirals of kisses into the void.

My life before you was pure suffering. I lacked the strength to dream, to have dreams. Yet you were the energy I needed, and when you arrived you illuminated me with your smile so much that I knew I was in love. That's why I can only thank you for making me the happiest person on earth..

Mon amour, not only do you kiss like a person, but you have the most beautiful eyes on the planet or else you are magnifique et très attirant. Besides, you're a beautiful person, you support me always when I'm sad, you listen to me when I need to talk and you encourage me to pursue my dreams. Know that without you, I wouldn't have realized even a tenth of what I've achieved..

You are close to me, forbidden, desired, within my reach, you insinuate yourself, you offer yourself with provocative gestures, to my eyes, to my hidden desires. To my sleeping lust, hidden in the genes, I look at you, I ask for your ripe body like fruit that when bitten leaves my mouth red. I imagine you horizontal in my feline shelter and my claws caressing you, tearing your privacy.. I am loving you, as you want, you are perfect, your skin burns, your blood burns, you know it. Your body moans, cries with pleasure, with love, you are close to me, like a perverse angel, victorious or defeated, smiling, coveted and evil.

A slow bleeding, traceable to the most perfidious beauty, to the mystery of the defenseless flesh, a blind man chained to life in the midst of secret humidity, pretending to be a sea creature or perhaps a demon, the accomplice of a greedy and sad angel. "imprecise and virgin light of an eclipse, closed lips and eyes but open, lost in flower".