VIN TINTO 3

The naked body of Lydia on our bed is a really awesome show, I’m there to his staring hand, it is difficult control my anxiety, I never tire of licking, her moans tell me how good it feels.

His hands hold my head against your thighs, I do not want to leave this secret corner, a hand of yours It extends to pick up the glass with which we celebrated tonight, sipping that red wine and your tongue savoring, prohibits mine it stops.

A brief exchange of our eyes says it all , how rushed you are doing time, then your knees end up giving up and giving way to what is irrational driving you; you imagine being attacked by a snake you do not want to escape, you enjoy the feel invadiéndote with its deadly tongue&lt. ;/p>

That potion so delicious that of that spring, I never get tired of drinking it, it’s special, “I ..solo for you ..” I fail to understand you as you turn your body upside down to finish recorrerte.

Música..es … That mine is mine, let me hear you say, as you point your iPod; I lean back on the bedside table and climb a little volume, is Ana Bethlehem sings Splurge, you could not have picked a better song in this special moment, bravo

Almost instinctively you’ve rested and palmeas our bed, it is that now you want me there and I do not expect; you make me feel the protagonist of that song, the night is witnessing the immense madness.

You got me there and now you who are looking to quench their thirst, I ask if you’re okay, you can not respond, only emit a noise, a unintelligible but expressive groan letting me know that how well you feel.

Your turn has come now, you got me fully and you settle upon me, I must calm down; this is very good experience, and I do not want to rush, I feel much moisture yours now resting on my belly.

You bankruptcies back and initiate a rhythmic pace, me mad and even more when you give short screams again and again, you desenfrenas more and more each time; you’re running, I know where I want to go and I want to reach you there.

Spend time, not get tired; second second I kill me, you lean on me, as a rest, suck our mouths, our tongues which intersect pulling edged swords among them.

I do not understand what you say, but I know you’re coming, this is your notice that I greet you, you shake the rhythm, you meneas more and more, your hair is shaken about me, it’s amazing and delicious knowing you well; is coming !!, recline your head, open your mouth and show me your tongue anxious seeking mine, that makes us more than the two crazy, bite my tongue and only loose to scream, is the prelude to a delicious I cry out from the depths of your womb.

Wooow which way to get, cries, hugs unchecked, your nails on my shoulders, while on your ride leave the last jump for me to reach the depths of you.

Cry of emotion, it is a complement that releases what had kept deep inside you; after that, piquitos, caresses, hugs, physical fatigue and lots of tenderness.

The time has come, the time does not allow us a moment, an eternal embrace we do not want to interrupt, tender kisses, who almost had forgotten are the hallmark of a mutual desire to find us again, when will it be? Only fate knows

You go in the direction of your house and I stay there drinking wine that was left in your glass; I look out my window and go start to wait for that day.