itching MOON

It was in the lively village fete, would be at six o’clock, shortly after passing the serenaded by roosters, reddish dawn of sun hats asomama by mountains, but the full moon had outdated and flattened out the window of the room where that morning my sister slept in his bed. His mat was by my side, and I was lying on a mat in the company of a man. Then, ringing the bell to call the faithful to the first lirurgía the day, my huge and cute little sister got up leaving the blanket embroidered sheets, with a short coat brick that remained tight until the middle of the succulent thighs, and before she was well tie belt, you can see the relief in her dark, curly pubic mound. Later, in pose in the mirror, when she brushed black curtain of her hair suddenly reached down to lift his right hand batita, and the index finger of his fine hand him into the deep canyon of his buttocks … erotic itch to scratch its folds, and quenching the fever in his ass full moon.

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