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Mari

I found it incredible, smiling profusely, especially while I was in my arms. Someone said that she had fallen asleep but I thought it would be a mistake, although kept his eyes closed Mari was there for you, Michael. Superb-assertion in pink silk.

was alert, thoughtful, instinctive, completely man, a girl in formal dress who reacted in the only way he knew. He has performed with deep emotion that every provision has been directed, each time choosing the most suitable words in conversations.

When I view kiss the ring of our seal I held my breath, pulled the chain that I have inside.

Have you grabbed her hips, pulling her, "Come here," you said and Mari was thrust forward without any resistance. We opened his shirt collar and although I could not see her I still heard it all: he kissed Your throat. Relentless. He remembered a wild animal, a wolf, but not stirred ravening, and was suffocating, as if to kiss me stringessi neck.

I did not want to name what I felt. Beautiful and intense feeling without a name, I just extended a bit ' look and I know I should not have.

The feeling I have learned to recognize from time took possession of my body, a feeling which is neither love nor pain, but this is the same. A rush of adrenaline overwhelmed by echoes of sweetness. Dopamine. A poison that intensifies the contact intoxicating.

The link K. felt close around him in my own way, I'm sure.

There are no adequate words for what we feel, each signal detector is more than can be explained.

I looked Mari slid when you let go of power, enough to make her jump shot before you take it, pressing it again, with warming Your voice, bringing it to a state of abandonment and expectation. The violence that erupts from your hands I heard drew my every muscle, tendon and all my pleasure claimed to drag me up to explode. Barely had I endured it away, my body craved that prick, knew the value of that touch and taste that Mari could not take off.

carp and I was swinging too. When I saw her slide down the legs, sniffing your scent, away to lower the zipper almost did not know that this practice, with the same when you ask 'can I now? "I pulled a clever move your sex handling it to the buzz of the guests.

I looked at her, nodding in pleasure, smile, el'onda shock of excitement hit me in full. Mari grabbed me with a grimace. I was up in his chest.

There was something in her, asking in its different from mine, to cause that emotion. I knew he was a giver of pleasure, I took the habit in the way he knelt. He was accustomed to the aromas warm more than anything else.

I liked Mari, the ease with which you are satisfied. He inflamed the intensity of the painful sounds of her mouth while her face was red.

Have you delivered the swollen skin rubbing his face until the whiteness did not become patchy when I felt the cold metal clashing against his teeth, Thy hand had replaced his cock. The ring that Mari had kissed mark the service, as if you were me going in and out of that tiny mouth.

I hit the ground with his hands and knees although in reality remain suspended. I was struck with the flesh of the buttocks on your heels and caresses came anyway, full of tension and full of meaning, the surrender of Mari was lust.

The mania like me squirming in the grip of a violent fever, but I have not asked for anything even if I wanted. I did not have the permission and I knew it.

'm crazy inside.

(Michael and Mari, April 2007)