domingo, 3 de maio de 2015

Old Tale

Come through the front door. Search for me. Find me with your electric eyes. Give me a twisted smile. Pull me. Take me to the corner. Bite my neck and listen carefully to the low moan. Pull me closer. Kiss me. Make me turn my back. Unbutton my pants. Slide your hand on my belly until my panties' lace. Fuck me as you needed the moans of my throat to live. Make me cum. Turn me around and make me look at your eyes during the sensation's persistence just to see your own face in my dilated eyes and know that the cause of the chill is you and your blue eyes.

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