Browse through my body, what paper boat, ups and downs by waves of my whole being. Restless are the waves that shape my figure, caressed with your hands totally restless. Your ship sails with fixed direction, looking for the center of your destination. The compass indicates where you should stop, for this woman to want you more. In the depths of the fluids, traps air smells divine, libica nature of this woman, who wants to be supplied with all pleasure. Anchor your boat wandering in my sensuous beaches, dipping your instincts in my sensory ends. Hundes your anchor at the edge of my feelings, to catch the essence of your Remires. The sea is stirred with much excitement, emerging from the background, moaning like a song. My body, vibrating your being delivered, as female-female lady blind
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 01:39:18 +0000
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