With the sweet love, I want to
me
me
I wish to touch the finger,
the edge of your mouth,
I draw,
kiss kiss
as if it came,
of my hands,
as if at a time, first
your mouth, it entreabiera
enough I close my eyes,
to undo it,
Volován to begin ...
I can make you an instant,
mouth I want,
mouth my love chooses,
every day I want more,
our eyes with a look,
desired in each kiss
then my fingers seek
sink into your chalice,
gently caress,
the depth of your chest,
while we kiss,
with kisses,
full of love ...
slip slowly
to your chest until,
your sexuality desired
the desire slipped my mouth,
to your mount venus,
there feel my tongue,
in lively movements
we want, in a short
sweet appetite, sweet love
if we model ,
pain is your sweet love,
bite you in every kiss,
drink the nectar,
your chalice of your sex ...
my tongue started,
in your body, I'll rip
moans of lust,
your lips,
burning passion,
reach the pleasure center,
in the same pleasure,
you entered, your moans
callus with kisses my love ...
you feel shaking,
in my body,
as water moon ...
love
finished exhausted
juices in your chalice,
still want my tongue
sexual
the sweet spring,
your sweet desire,
I wish you love me.
Felipe Brea
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