Rare

She moves, softly, slowly, she knows that to do, she knows that I want, I want it, I want it for my. Everything. His body getting rubbed, slow, being quiet. That raises the temperature, which your sweet kisses raise for my nake nape, which your hands lower for my waist and remain there tangled. You it raises the head. And in the darkness of the night, fry, you me find the eyes, fixed, in you, but you do not give birth and overcoat do not leave me