My man

It was midnight. I woke up. I don't know. Maybe I hadn't slept at all. Maybe I had fallen into a strange illusion. It was hot and humid. I shook his hand eagerly to see him. I throwed in her arms and fucking my fucking. I was strange. I was strange I had not digested what I had heard when he put his hot lips on my neck and then rubbed his fingers on the lines of my body and the moisture and thirst of his tongue between my breasts no longer had any control.The thing was my disposal that my breath was spicy. From the infiniteness of his desire and our souls, it was only a voice that would be sophisticated, even flat springs were silent, even in honor of the holy moments of my arms, I did not understand how the hands of her curial hair and my lips were fire and to He fell alive, I kissed him aimlessly, he was overwhelmed with pleasure under the kisses of my kisses. I had done it before, I closed it again, closed my eyes and searched for the boundless pleasure in my depths. The boundless pleasure that was due to the presence of his penis in the presence of my love and thirst. I came to myself with a strange noise. How familiar the sounds were. When I listened, I noticed the noise and the presence of my relatives around my bed.