Sexape - I remember

I remember ...

I was told that it is time to put a point ...

And how to put it, if you do not have any room where we would not have been along with you wherever no traces left of thy yesterday, thy kolenok, and the same from my ...

Only now noticed that the table in the laboratory, most vognut may, therefore, it was so well-rolled, forward-back, as a swing, table and quietly poskripyval in tact ... forward-back-creaking noise ...

And in the library ... Long shelves along the walls in the passage-chair. You sit on it, otkinuvshis ago, short yubochka zadrana, legs raised up, you uperlas feet in the shelf, under the left-classics, under law and technical literature, but by mid-secretly delight, bobrik smooth over the entrance, which beckons me to imagine . Your smell dancers, humidity Western taste and my yazychek begins long journey to ukromnym corners, trying to get everything hidden in skladochkah. Fingers smiles and gladyat pile, diving in the warm and damp darkness, in search of curve arm and gently massage from the inside. One prokaznikov as would accidentally, in the neighbouring island nest, you otzyvaeshsya easy movement of the hips, and has two hole-girlfriend surged wave motions rush toward naslazhdenija ... Stool swinging in the rhythm of movements stalk his knock on the floor, giving a signal for all-not meddle wait, do not disturb us, we feel so good. I got to you, burying a person in твои dureya hair and smell of perfume, ink from thy neck. My druzhok slide on the beaten path, ramming everything in their path towards the goal and purpose of travel is close, it is ever closer with each breath deaf, with each t'ordonne your ...

In blja ... ... ... huskily fails to your lips ...

I was told that it is time to put a point ...

I will always remember about you, about thy tenderness of your weasel, on your lips and your poems.

I remember about you!