SelenHudson

Your hands whispering on my skin excite me, loving us in a delirium of great pleasure, feeling my rich humidity when you make love to me softly, hard, however you want until dawn, being daring, perverse and affectionate, may the moon hide at the dawn of our passion. It doesn't excite me that you stay still, it doesn't excite me that your calm hands don't excite me, play with me, make me yours, it doesn't excite me that you don't take advantage of this delicious dessert.