Kindgirls - On the coast of the Indian Ocean

We are in a cozy bungalow somewhere on the coast of the Indian Ocean, where waves and the rustle of the warm sand at sunset erotic mostly pleasant memories, and otreshennost areas awakens imagination.

I lay on a broad, and it must be noted, extremely comfortable beds and think about how well we were then, in the theater. I catch myself thinking that I do not even remember the plot of the movie and again sinking into our irresistible passion in the last row. Gradually, losing a sense of reality, I really did not notice that, slowly spuskayu nochnushki thin straps and start poglazhivat his chest. I do not know what you have already resigned from the soul, and now watching over me. Are you surprised, and, of course, glad that caught me in a way. Not wishing to violate the air, you have a number of bed and easily spend my fingers on the neck, and I am a bit embarrassed your presence, switching its attention on you and tvoja body. I like to kiss your stomach, and absorbing his kisses, I go down below ... Poschekotav latch head, I fully zaglatyvayu your edematous member and looking you in the eye, I see the passion in them. You hardly izdaesh veihicle moaning and kladesh me on the back, ie from me obviously useless nochnushku not find anything under it, except my naked body. I izvivayus all on the willingness and excitation. You razvodish my hands and knees sharply, but gently enter into me. In his motion slivaeshsya you with the rhythm of waves lapping on the shore, poschipyvaesh potverdevshie of weasel my nipples, and I almost lose consciousness of pleasure. I do not know how, but we were on the side, and the rhythm of our passions markedly accelerated and almost reached its peak. (Interesting to hear my cries in the near town? .. It seems to be ...) And finally, all of my muscles are starting to decline and convulsively unimaginable pleasure, as the Ninth shaft, overflows all over his body. I know - do you feel the same, because I feel the heat of your seed inside them.

Translating tereblyu твои breath, I still damp hair and listen as knocking at the window night breeze.