I'll get the soft bite, to rip your neck veins, sighs as naked on my tongue, the piece of skin I chose to start this new adventure no fixed directions. Touch me, profane my chest, hits your stomach to my belly, sink your breasts in my mouth, lift one leg to the height of my hips while I delight chasing your thigh. I traverse, from beginning to end, my hand is wise, arrives, lengthens, feel the spasms when it reaches the brink of insanity and moss opens, decided, uncontrollable, Live like a heart beating. My fingers, anxious, seeking its center, triumphal entry into paradise, want mold, so, in tact, slide down the walls of fire without burning. Moan, but you open, more, more, ask and desorbitas rock movement, I do not know, 're a tremor, a roar, something that collapses formless, forces, succumbs, while an avalanche Snow tibia down by your legs

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