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rains

four in the afternoon and the rain started again.

chains shine, a woman enters room and coming toward us. Proud of the marks of lashes on the skin turns around to see it to us.

Her hair is short and curly, reddish-yellow, closes his eyes and begins to breathe deeply, as if meditating. It is nervous. Michael, facing you, you understand that awaits. He looks calm. With so quiet. "Relax," reassures, His voice just comes penetrating each layer of skin. The woman gasps, "Mich ...."

Michael ignores her.

How ignores me, close around the neck by a black belt, a kind of dog collar that keeps me tied to a ring in the wall.

I do not say anything, but I can not stop watching this woman I do not know. It's really beautiful.

approaching, Michael makes sliding a hand along her thigh and there is no need for her to say something, you have already surrendered. "I am delighted that you are able to come Q: I missed you." He says and kisses her, sucking the mouth down to shake the hips. A soft kiss, then goes away. She, I notice, the posting and shivers in my heart at that moment, my will is unable to understand the reason that I submit to His voice.

"Lie down," he says, and there's nothing you can add. It is not an invitation.

Slowly the dark sky pronunciation. Droplets of moisture mist glass.

The influence of Michael expands from D. me and from me to you, as a desire not avoidable.

D. lies down and I, all the time, I feel in a maze with no exit.

She is lying. I'm hanging breasts, one on one side and a second, with some streak that inflated the nipples.

Michael leans over her and I understand, he likes it. D. is confused and nervous. He is beside her, sits and strokes her forehead. "What is it for you?" he says, His voice is like a promise made to another place. She understands, the expression is wary. The breath of breeze. Retained.

Michael seeks the breathlessly, "you want it?" He asks. He wants to hear it. Not that there is a need, she is there. And even if she wanted to be an irresistible impulse forced her to your obsession. "Yes," he says, is but a breath. D. is annihilated, the awe greenhouse hands, grasping the sheets and then give up, repeatedly, his knuckles are white.

D. He yields to the domain, if required, can not avoid it.

insists Rain, light, thin, sparse and dark fabric covers everything. With care. The sky is overcast now. Black

A small bag is opened. The usual, and leather straps. The same air of orderly always perfect, and I see them. Steel needles, a string.

When the only thing in addition to the absence of voices, the deep breaths and rain, it's Michael. His hand. Like a scalpel.

Prepares and sting, pinch, just above the breast. Penetrates. D. He opens her legs and caresses. Real Estate, D. is launched from it.

Now the road is different, muddy.

drenched as the eyes and loads of D. smiling, as my legs where the only wound that is there, lying deep.

The road is slippery, helpless, in the rain.

Michael does get your touch at a distance. I close my eyes and nod, the needle sinks, through the layer of my skin. D. is frightened and feeling of control that he has on her, she shuts up and joins me.

I feel your caress Smooth D., your hand back and repeats, again, the same act a bit 'further down or a little 'up, breasts, drawing on the nipple.

D. is naked, wet suit, too, at the mercy and too powerless to feel really frightened. But every moment when everything is quiet, I feel his anguish thrills me.

I feel the heat that spreads in the millimeter and the perception of her every movement, every kiss sharp pressure baffles me. Inspire.

D. breathe.

Deeply.

She is beautiful.

each eye is a launching him cry. The neck is the back and slide down, like a drop slowly twisting and stretching.

is dripping all around me: the room and D, me and every needle that penetrates the rain Buttera the window.

There are no orders, no requests, only silence that follows obedience. The response of the bodies who can not resist. His pleasure that goes up and my excitement left.

There is tension, D. quivers. Clenches his fists.

thunder.

The rain gets stronger, D. he complains. He misses. Hates it. Loves him. Then move on. It drags like rain, like the magnetic fingers. I feel the cold and D. bathroom and I feel up to show it.

D. pleads with her whole being, the danger and runs the blood god! how I love this man, I tell myself. I love his torment. His sweetness. The acts of terror can not do without.

So authoritative is her eyes, reflecting strength and kindness, reliability and determination. Your hand signs, the desire to land.

I like pain, the pain of others. D. The pain, like an animal paralyzed by surprise.

D., I am sure, is isolated from the world thinks. Creaking like a leaf on the road, just like a pine needle.

(Michael and D.)

How Do You Get Rid Of Curves

Essence

The pain passes quickly gives way to unfair pleasure, desire shakes his head.

I feel undermine the conscience and my sea is overflowing, my soul is similar to a track on which I proceed straight watching my certainties fall. I hear him coming.

you who lead me the voracity of a beast without shame.

I feel you steal any of my mouth, liquefaction and sniff. You prefer to watch blossom, expand, and wither and die on the stem that irritates me but I did not leave empty.

prisoner, exhausted by a desire tyrant, you promise me crying.

The wax smells each step and leaves me torn.

Scortica the corners of the lips and I dig the womb, mindless and selfish There are no barriers between my folds and my ravines, I will open up in the cries of suffering.

I feel shaken to the source, invariably give me form, the taste that makes me feel greedy. I get lost.

front of the vents cleaned, the surrounding hills, the scarred buttocks, You make me mercenary.

I feel particular wax on my lips and my meat instead of contracting, shine, let it expand. Each entry is my tender, swollen and gets wet, You make me hot. Attacked by the vice an orgasm that I get drunk.

My thoughts lurk screams, the most sublime of infamy, and I feel you, my overflow from the inside. My pussy is fine, my lips pulsating beats. Under your hand is going and make me an accomplice of a meat capricious.

From my legs to the face that comes over me, You hit me, and I do love incest with an eager puppy.

Like a fool, eradicate the enjoyment out of my skin, as ruthless as a flash I cried tears involuntary.

You upsets me, and nothing else matters, only contraction every subject and every hollow sound which I implore you: I still want.

As the water on the fire, his tongue to punish me, I collapse, I devastate the sex and enslaved me to tears the manifestation of pleasure.

I feel my clitoris lay on the index and includes support it, you got me and my stiff me tired.

restlessness bring me the heart to bursting.

Change my language and my chain of thought as a child when you make me swear a promise pure consciousness:

My Lord

sgomentami heart

cleanse my sex Essence.

(A Michael)

Should Name My Webkinz Duck

Shadows

attempt to force the expression.

He has forbidden to wash, because even the smell belong to him. So, she brought along a wire as the stench of sweat, piss and shit. Because he controls the mark where waste remains there, where he wants it to be.

He likes his woman, elegantly dressed, go out with all the dirt on him.

He plunges us in the middle, with vigor and pace so frenetic that comes quickly to the other extreme. He, there, you feel at home, between your stuff, sit back and rummages through the woman at will.

you,

waiting for it to widen the loop.

him,

knows every corner of your garden is always open, knows that he can grunt and rooting better than anywhere else. He also has to use what belongs to him, or what it takes to do?

He unloads a pile of sperm and the woman has the task of cleaning up everything right . What do not lick, should be scrubbed away.

He takes off her clothes and left the rest to watch the woman while washing and scrubbing, wringing and torches rags. Her breasts hung forward and waving of order, continue to rub, while the woman reconditions everything. He must necessarily tighten the nipples, between the thumb, index and middle fingers, turn them and turn them over, as if trying to tighten the flesh under the bust.

While you fold, you have to spread their legs so that he can stand up in the hands of all its fruit. He expects the woman is always ready offered to make him, as a host, having ready for his Lord, the rest of the body. He moves his fingers with real anger, he pulls out and grabs the woman.

He feeds her and biting her nipples, your claw is suspended on her as a punishment for having left so easily expand the tunnels and tubes of his body. Understand? You do not know why, as the go along, trying not to hinder it, his Lord will forgive all his sins, however.

Then, the woman has already opened its legs, can really get in position and piss in front. Like, he can not? Just a little push 'the foot up and hit, quite loudly, the two soft pieces that hang and will open immediately after a slight pop, it is the time when he beat his fist on the table and calls.

calls.

If the woman still can not urinate, take hold of the hair of her sex - if they had been - and pull down, until she, leaning on his knees, do not let yourself fall to the ground with his chest. Then, given a furtive glance, he does understand that it's time, will force the hinges on its last legs. Almost like a bag of trash, He spreads her pussy, pulling her hair, and the model on his hand shamelessly sprinkling of its juices.

He turned to him, fumbling with his hips and you hear a howl that rises from the bowels. He goes, like an animal that would free heavy pitch from prison. His limbs tremble, He gives himself to her. Curve, hitting with your red head, extends his back room. Finally, you must also loose, how can the woman not to honor him?

you,

opens, letting the train approaching noisily.

him,

screams of delight, surrounded by the voice of the woman who prays.

Then, later, the woman with a veil covering made of socks, as if to flee. It will cover the plot will seem easily breakable - seeing themselves reflected - and the more valuable.

Precious.

(A M.)

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Lara

Mark Sanpietro

Nervosa, revealed even more like a rumor, the inner fire which was burning.

Lara, so quickly, unapproachable, was already in your trap. I watched the movement with impatience took them to the language, passed back and forth on the lips in the throes of a disturbance evident. The forward to wielding, was uneasy. Tense.

She was fascinated by your eyes, quivering pleasure to seduce and be seduced. I thought I already feel that smell wet and muddy, and deafening bass, which emanated her thighs.

The possibility of surprise, the man behind me, raise its vibration almost feverish, almost ... I heard her groaning already, tortured in front of you, with your legs open.

The fact that you have to chase it with a look at every movement, I was sure, made them appear novel and complex. It was difficult for her to keep the balance of voice and gait, every time he was forced to apologize and leave. Then she had to go, passing, being overwhelmed by the wave leavened by his own smell, which seemed to have permeated much are they gathered the scent.

It was not difficult for her giggling and waving hair, when it so happened, spoke to her. Your eyes had a cold, firm in his and Lara seemed to clatter, a roar the beast inside. He recognized the already awe of the way in which the arm and adoration, Lara - I love it - every time made her anxious, Stan by his own lust. The adored and at the same time made me mad, gripped by desire and jealousy ... which I'd never taken away, just as no one can escape the ecstasy that drags.

Lara, who had always seemed kind of mild, supple and aggressiveness in the face of persistent, intense and intimate, lowered defenses. Disoriented. Seemed to change.

If I approached to listen, just a hint of pink covered the onset of his warm sweat, and breath, the sugary drink which doggedly, reached me hotter. Vanilla like his hair, less peppery juice that I knew, already drunk its valley.

Under the skirt, Lara, already without pants, showed a clean smell of the sea ed'alghe that went back to his chest, a scent that crossed the candy bra unbuttoned and took the neck , where I remained silent and extended several times to taste, then bring it back to you as you asked me.

(A Michael e Lara)