My envy for you…. Confidences of a man has a wom

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My envy for you…. Confidences of a man has a wom” My pleasure it is my desire “When I think of you or look at you, my desire approaches, light, between my head and my sex. Nothing still moves, or inflates(swells), otherwise maybe of a cheerful promise. I like feeling on the alert. My pleasure it is my desire. I skip with you and put me, just before affecting(touching) you. Delicious approach, same still chaste. With my fingers on you, everything becomes true. Where to put them? On your stomach? In the hollow of your just size in the birth of your hips? On your breasts? Is not it too fast? Every time, I give the impression of improvising, as in jazz, from a known and liked theme: the journey begins.My desire wants to meet yours, to make sure of it, to be delighted at the effect which it makes you. My hands slide on kayseri escort you at leisure, redraw you, sculpture you, half-open you; you shiver. I want it more: my lips look for your neck, for my cheeks the silky hidden recesses of your skin. My happy internal tension rises of a walking(step), every time I verify the firmness of your thighs, or the curve of your loins. Your body tightens(stretches out), my arms enclose him(it), stick him(it) against mine, your breast softens mine, my legs find yours, skip there. My pleasure it is this desire, more than such or such precise sensation of skin, it is the desire(envy) to invest(surround) you, that I so like making increase(grow). All my gestures(movements) want that you hope me, the closed eyes. Sometimes, I leave my sex in spectator. My caresses put you on a path(way) where my desire wants to pull(entail) you farthest possible. He(it) looks for your enjoyment by affecting(touching) you, by pressing you in different ways, by letting my mouth nibble you, my lips to touch(brush), to upset you. I want to wait to fill better of this strength which you stimulate of a sigh, a collusive look, a confident smile. I become the flying carpet which surrounds you and takes you.My desire lifts(raises) us together and to feel(smell) him(it) fills me. His(her,its) appetite increases(grows), it will not stay there there. If you have already enjoyed, he(it) is going to boost(relaunch) you so much that he(it) stays in him(her) strength and envy. I enter you, sometimes smoothly, to savor every millimeter, sometimes all at once(of a sudden), as magnetized. My eyes close to see better inside. I know you so much, I discover you every time. My desire goes and comes, explorer amnesic and delighted with the being. Well in the warmth of you, you takes control, amplifies our movements, accelerates our rhythms strike, as the swell of equinox the beach(range). He(it) grasps you, bends you, turns(returns) you, opens you more still, as for every knowledge of you, to push away(to repel) farther your extreme point.Will we jump in the sky together? No, not still, this is too good, one must jump up, it is left to discover. Who almost feels us on the treetop, I order in my wish to let myself of a moment quiet. And there, suddenly motionlessly, in you mixes who cannot know any more who is, who, I leave behind my pleasure to spread this time, from the scene only, acutely in my whole body, the recollections of this mad wish. Then to myself tenderly in you cuddled, I feel some woman(wife) almost. “…

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