Chubbyland - Sweet dreams. First Son
Is there a line between dream, reality and our fantasy? That everyone to the brink of a first samSon sets.
It was on his huge bed in complete darkness. The body looking after a hot bath, light smell of spirits, quiet music of Frank Sinatra, Indian fragrances with Gail and smell the dark, dense soft darkness, which is only visible ghost shape. Her fingers slide on the body, just touching the skin, as moth wings. It swayed on the waves of sleep, then provalivayas in depth, it vynyrivaya top. Each touch of the fingers caused tiny electrical discharges, which are concentrated in one location. Velvet skin, it is so sensitive and so receptive to the weasel. Slippery fingers everywhere, causing different feelings. Rounded slopes with small breasts yagodkami caused die hard, rounded hips, sometimes so shamelessly spread, now tightly compressed, increasing pleasure in the main magic point. Palchick came there, a little hip divorced. Light tremor ran on the body, in the head with a rainbow. What nainezhneyschy flower can be compared to the female? No. This Bud blooms, and nectar poured color, then flee again. How lotus. Stydliv Night, the night is open to other people's eyes. Gliding on the flower petals, it just stonala, biting nude sponges. Heat, the walking fingers burned from the inside, enjoying impulses randomly flew on the nerves, tumanya head, bringing it unreal worlds and their inhabitants.
She felt, as he entered the room, although not opened his eyes. For many years, held together by heart, she knew his steps, the smell, breathing, perhaps even fluctuations in the air. Because it was her man - of the nature and destiny. He quietly slipped on the bed next to her, and not impeding anything to say. She knew that he greedily and with love watching her, enjoying, every inch of her body, her pre every movement in the shadow of, breathe deeply, to feel even a molecule of its smell. And so for many years, he burns of passion and love. Because it is a woman - of the nature and destiny.
She turns to him, finds his lips. Smell after shave balm, stirs even more. He always breetsya overnight, as a true lover. Her hand drops him on the chest, covered with hair slightly rigid. Guba first gently, then greedily vpivayutsya in his lips. His strong hands and gently pressed her elastic body to itself. Thighs she feels his hard flesh. Hand slide there, pitched, with lips fails moaning, so she likes to "him" and he always responds to reciprocate. Her lips kiss the pit on the chin, cheeks, eyes. Like a cat, curve, it drops down, holding firm on his chest chest, stomach. Poterlas schechkoy on his chest, lips slipping down. It feels like Tension his muscles under the skin. She already feels the warmth of his flesh around his face, and he felt her warm breath. It seems that sparks run between his flesh, and her lips. He was not conditional - she likes to remark, brutalise. All closer and closer. - Touch lips - moaning, the reed-touch - moaning. Short, touching hardly subtle. Marigold slightly through the skin. And then it fails in its warm depths of the lips, aestheticism, in reality, and in a fantastic world uplyvaya her weasel.
It feels like the room is still someone. Strange, but not dangerous. Alien lips relate round buttocks, language slide between them. Now it floats between two different worlds, with the two sides concluded in the warm waves of male power. She lifts one of stalk and flower at the mercy of others' lips and tongue, drinking its heady nectar. But in her lips, too, the power - and it is continuing its game.
Strange, broke from her lips to slide up on its backrest, leaving Decaying touch. By the entrance to her flower brilliantly other, male and strong. It looks and feels its his and his fire. He sits, enclasped her palm, gently revealing wet petals. Slowly, demanding heavily, and she remove your hand, puts it to the full depth. Full zapolnenost hot flesh. Between the two men's worlds, which pierce the body of all its wild energy rays prehistoric as radiation.
No one feels separate, all - a whole. With a keen perception, feelings, sensations. Up in the universe, the stars dance and dance culmination - the bombing of the heads, male and female. Outbreaks, light, heat, humidity - with the two sides, and it is dissolved in it, filled with the elixir of life.
