Every night I get naked in front of the TV. ? Between a glass of white wine and a possible cigarette,?⭐ my hands are touching the wet places. Then my body frolics on the sofa, I wrap myself on my lace robe like a butterfly cocoon. And my being is agitated as the window flutters in the winter wind when the man I desire appears and grabs me by the back. ? A thousand primitive emotions undermine my belly. His hard knife urges between my meats and his anxious and greedy hand opens my hills, and his determined and accurate finger tries to get into my surprised sphinx. You are hurting me ! ? I protest with quiet voice.
He takes me by the arm and pulling my hair puts his breath in my mouth ? and my surprised and fearful tongue sinks into the depths of my throat. But he does not give up and in his seductive judge, he sinks his tongue until he reaches mine.After the minutes of craving and surrender we join in a deep and eternal kiss, as if our mouths mixed the syrup of love desire lust and perversion.? While our agitated knives come together as wind-whipped wheat ears.?
Every night, like tonight, I shake my body lying on the carpet in my room, playing with my latex and rubber toys. I have so many games and fantasies to share. And even alone, I am comforted by the perfume of your seed that is spilled on my stocking.