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Do you want to remember what i like? What starts me? Do you want to know my fetish? My fetish watches how you undress. My beloved is a black blouse that you have ... With machia with a small “v” indicating your chest. I like to watch you shift your blue jeans down on an incredibly long legs, wrapping them on me ... Personally for me. I like it when you pull your t -shirt, blouse or sweater on your head, when your existing hands are stretched to the head and each look maximum as a masterpiece of the renaissance. Ideal. I was not able to stop anyone to pay attention to you. My fetish watches how you shower ... Oh, when you rast us your beautiful, beautiful breasts. When the water is cascan through your golden brown hair, down the back, above the crack in your ass ... You are the goddess feet-zone.com in the waterfall, my goddess. My deity. You allowed me to put towels when i ask, and i enjoy this opportunity, my beautiful. Stroking your body by means of a trick, worshiping your shape. Often i kiss drops of water from the audience abdomen, and you giggle. I

Worship you. You spread your legs and fall on the closed cover of the toilet, "preparing." I like to watch how you masturbate, i like to watch how you carry your products at altitudes, i can exclusively fantasize. Not tonight. I kiss your lips and pull my hand. There is no flying solo tonight, girl. You understand my needs, my desires at once ... I love you for the risk and for trillion of other factors. You go to the bedroom in only panties, and i follow your faithful companion. You are sipping our covers, throw everything except two pillows on the floor. You hug me next to the bed and without jerks lowering us both on the mattress. Our confectioners are already kissing ... My fetish legs. * Your legs ... Beautiful legs. You put it back and i am sitting on my knees, hugging my leg in my hands to my stomach. I take a bowl, then i brought from the kitchen and lower your fingers to honey to honey, which is united there. You giggle again, and i understand the next fetish; your giggling. I look at your lips when you laugh, and i tremble. Your lips, shiny and foil in a pale light. Your tongue crushes between your teeth. Your throat is convulsive. How can i watch how you laugh without falling into a hormonal pile, a mystery is for me. I raise your leg to my mouth and suck your thumb in your mouth, sucking on honey. Honey dripping, down the leg, above your arch and the circle of your small -layer ankle. I follow along your foot, kissing the oil skin of your hip. I feel that your heartbeat is pulsing in your leg, and i press it. I like to give you hickeys in peculiar places ... Your ass, your upper thigh, under your chest ... And knowing that consumers will have to wear it under their form, and i only * i * - i will remember what it is exists. I give your thigh the next accurate licking before doing your leg. I worship your legs just as i worship the rest of your body. In ancient times, i bathed your legs, and you know how hot it is. I was embarrassed to tell you how i like it first ... I'm afraid of what you think. However, you just untied your sneakers and laid your leg on your knees. Under any circumstances, we did not miss the opportunity to massage the legs, my love, 

, And this encourages me to love you more. And you ... You told me * your * fetish. You want to be responsible. You bind me, you blindfold me and tease me with quick, tickled strokes under my armpits and side sides. You tease me with your breath on this face, and i obey how you crave: i pull my tongue and look for you. The appearance of my language impatiently drives your wishes, the flickering of the tip and the promise of the phenomenon, what a given flicker can do with a certain body, sends you over the edge, and everyone is devouring my tongue, sucking it. This is your fetish. When you make me, and this is my game again. My night is tonight, and tomorrow we will play each of your games. I kiss your lips, and you try honey, holding the chin in your hand until you take up the filling. You clicked your tongue into this mouth, and i moan, crumbling about your body. I kiss, your body is a map, then i must explore and draw up a schedule for future generations. But i am the only researcher in this matter of safari. I will be the only one who kisses you on your throat - or here on your shoulder - or we have on your nipple. This is my fetish: i press the face between your chest - your full, heavy, beautiful boobs and pause. I keep myself there, one hand on your chest, still on your stomach. I hold ... And i use all five of my feelings in order to know you completely. I * feel * your warmth. I * hear * your heartbeat.I pull out my tongue and taste * sweat of your splitting. I * smell * moisture drifting between your feet. Turning the eyelids, i look out and * see * your beautiful 

Blue eyes look at me. I stroke you with my tongue, then glide between your legs. You raise your legs in accordance with my silent team, and i pour all the offers on your shoulders, like a burning for sensations. I keep my products remotely by a millimeter from a multi -purpose, but completely this area of your gender. Delicate pink folds that shine in the dark. A shy bud, barely visible on top. Fleshy pink lips surrounding you, framed by forest of rare blond hair. I will draw a circle around this most sacred parts of the body, and then carefully share the folds with your thumbs. You whimper and i look up. You know what i want here ... You know, and i press the tip of the tongue to your warm, juicy flesh. “Eat my pussy,” you need. You stopped blushing when you talk dirty with me ... You enjoy the "dirty and naughty side of another language", as you once called it. “Damn me,” you hisses. "Isn't my lady sweet?" “Mm-km,” i say, digging my fingers in the hips. If i leave traces, you will not wear a skirt for several days. I raise your ass from the mattress and we moan. Your moan is another fetish ... Add education to my list. In life i do not refuse your pussy while you come. I am proud of this, a reward is a sip of the sweetest nectar, which i am in the know. The taste is so sweet that i cannot support it with me. For the whole century i swallow, saving the rest and press my lips to yours. You love to try your juices on your mouth. I love to watch how you eat. All you do with me, samantha ... Your hand finds me, and i moan. You cut your fingers into me, and i am a hammock. Your hand in this body ... Makes me *tremble *, samantha. I look into your eyes and begin to slowly raise myself. I fall on your fingers, then repeat the move. This is a slow, familiar rhythm, which i am in the know very well. I quickly come to your hand and we are ready to share my treasure. Your tongue flings through your hand, and after plunges into my mouth. We roll, and i am on the peritoneum, ass top. This is a great game. I take the blankets and dislike my teeth, pushing my ass in my face. I love flogging ... The feeling of your naked body, thrown over my legs, trembling skin of your asses under the palm of your hand. Hearing the children's "oohp!" How are you "punished." But you don't slap me ... You have another fetish. You spread my cheeks and circle my pink bud with the help of a tongue using a cream from my pussy to lubricate while pushing your finger into me. I push back to your finger, and you fight with my muscles for dominance. You kiss a small back and kakani in me. I'm a moan. You breathe. We both dripped sweat on the mattress. Your hair is mixed. Mine stands after. We both chop off from breathing. I am the climax again, juices are pouring on my hips. You fall and lick me dry, pressing my heifer to taste. I attract you to me personally and kiss your lips, trying myself on you. Sweetness. Nectar. Samantha ... You asked me what my task is. What i want. You asked what my fetish is. Sam, dear samantha, my fetish is you and nothing more. Go to sleep. 

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