are special, long, and you're away ... so many nights in my dreams I schools, some in a more romantic than others. They are sometimes erotic dreams, sometimes not. But rare is the night that the sheets wet.
you appeared last night to congratulate my birthday. He wore a white blouse with a red silk handkerchief graaan, and skirt the same color.
We went to a hotel, away from your house and mine, telephones, computers and other noises. I sat on the bed. You left your dancing. Strutting your body making each curve to take life own. Caress your body with your hands, like mine, close your eyes while imagining the pleasure that you would soon enjoy. Gradually they fell the botodes blouse, one after another, moving at a pace that your curves around the room. When the last your hands went to your skirt, which had been rolled up little by little on your legs and left and see the tiny red thong, thread, you wore underneath. You lowered the zipper of her skirt and it slid obediently by your legs to the ground, followed by her blouse. Only you and the tissue was dancing in the room, sensual, provocative. Finally we also went to the room somewhere the tiny, already soaked thong. You came, you took my neck with his handkerchief and sat on me.
pushed me gently back, with scarf resting on my chest, to keep me in your mercy, you straddle me, tied my hands to the headboard with his handkerchief, and then put me in every way possible to passed by your imagination ...
and here I am, another night, dreaming, imagining, with closed eyes, covering my body with my hands in place of yours
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