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Marynella's fantasy
I wake up feeling like I'm like a stranger in my own body, not even feeling my arms, legs, nothing. I gradually realize the fact that it is due to the total numbness of my body: another body, crucified in embracing the sheets of hatred of hatred and the passion of the earlier assemblage, which lies halfway over mine. I can not move, I'm punished to die under your weight until you're free to release me, like punishment because I wanted you, and I also rejected you, I played with you, I forgot you, I threw you Then I grew my rights to the part of you that I think is just me.
I do not dare to open my eyes, but I watch you through the genes, but I'm pulling off my eyelids when I see you moving, and the weight that presses me earlier goes away suddenly. I notice that I'm left alone, and I open my eyes, for fear I lost you. I can not find you next to me ... I shut them down and it makes me think I do not know where you are.
I'm lying on one side with my head on my stretched arm. The blinds enter a golden-rosy, gentle, sunny light. I think we're sleeping for a couple of good hours at noon ... Ah! All the pores of my skin cling to the cold feeling that comes down to my spine: you brought an ice cube with which you traced the lines of your back, and melting as you climb to the neck and go down to his buttocks. You barely dazzle your lazy guides, and the bumps over your skin now wet, which infests the second time. I am stubborn to not move, curious and intrigued about what will follow. I feel your tongue on the foot of my foot, how it fits around every finger, then how it moves on the shoulder, stopping in the hole behind the knee, and refuses to cap it. Strang out of my eyelids and louder, and my fists are healthy anchored in the sheet. Besides, to make my effort harder, I'm lying down my stomach and pretending to be deeply sleeping. It was also the pinnacle to stop! Draw tongue circles on each of the buttocks released from the bedding, and put your fingers together, gently squeezing. I want you to feel your language deeper there, but it looks like you have other plans. I do not know where you got a knife I fucked up between your buttocks, making me loosen more. I feel something hot that flows between my legs, sliding to the vagina entrance, and my nostrils fill me with a delicious smell of melted chocolate. Now I'm guessing why you disappeared in the kitchen, what you crawled over there. The chocolate cream floods all my holes, and I can start thinking about the ravages on the sheet when your hand squeezes under my basin and raises it a little so that you can snuggle your tongue in my vagina, there. Damn with all the dirty bedding!

I feel like melting like chocolate, when my clitoris is picked up by your lips, soft and sucked, so I can not pretend to sleep. I would not even know that your sex goes brutally into the hot slit, and for a moment stays there, immobile. Then he moves in me like at home, while you keep my ass in your hands and you guide me to meet him, you want to get me into the stomach and I think I would tear your nails if you stopped now. I'm pushing in you and I'm not letting you get away from my full satisfaction, and though your sex seems to get me down all the grooms, I feel like I die and live the second, third, fourth time ... It's a sensation neighboring Self-oblivion, all-encompassing, and I do not even know who's gonna hear me moaning, me or you, or it's just a music that's screwed up to me, obsessive, and that has to accompany the animal kneading of two bodies that became one .
Looks like you have not done the surprises for today ... You rotate me upside-down, and out of a splash of cream covered with mastery under the bed, you are busting my breasts, navel, sex, very focused on the culinary aspect of. ..the problem, with the forehead creaked and the top of the tongue out, strengthens, in the corner of his mouth. Yeah, you see that you're happy with the opera, I'm just a cake you're rushing to enjoy, but I'm quickly pulling out of your body, and you get stuck in you, kneading with whipped cream everywhere, wrapping your penis in the catch Sweet of my cake. You get up in the ass and we get in the cradle, as if everybody tastes the other. I'm curious what your sex taste after plunging into my vagina with chocolate and whipped cream, and I immediately go to the facts, licking it and sucking it with skill while looking at you in the eye and laughing at the sober face you have And the sweat frogs that appear on your forehead. Do not let yourself down and climb my ass over your mouth, relieving my anus and clitoris, while with your fingers you break into the vagina and twitch me until I catch you in the clutches of orgasmic spasms, and your hot jet rains me Face and breasts.sex, porn, clitoris, vagina,penis,mouth, blowjob, zemanova