Pantybuns - Just for you

Pantybuns. Just for you.

The night, a dark, the streets are not distributed any sound. The room features, deleted curtains, fresh air is a little glimmer poluprikrytoe through the window. Hot. Of the next room smells slightly music. Her rhythm soothes, constantly repeating motifs give the impression that time has stopped at the light there is only you and me.

You Want to slow bed, hands uncommon for the head. I see a sparkle in the shadow of your eyes. Ty resulting, and the white body that sheds light, soft, moon, draft-... Zakinuta head slightly, you look at me, do you unwind. In the movements of your resignation and tenderness, you ustraivaeshsya convenient, legs slightly parted, knees slightly bent, the movement - and you stood. Slower proskalzyvaya hands, I laskayu all tvoja body: from under the feet spend knees, on the inner side of the hips, very gently, my hands you almost feel, but I hear tvoja jerky breath, it is much excites.

My weasel oschutimey all hands not only subtle, but strong, I almost tsarapayu твои hips, one arm rests between your legs, I have another szhimayu tvoju chest. Tvoja jerky body is lifted, you kissing my lips, the kiss-bite reveals the depth of your initiation.

But I stop you and favorite rope. They are soft enough not to injure the hand of thy tender, but also so strong, to keep heated body. I am taking one arm and tvoju zatyagivayu entangled, and then to another, while I follow your look for: The humble Muriel flames of passion, unearthly, the eternal, as space itself. You can almost freely moving on the bed, but I feel that you are totally in my hands, I trust all of you, it makes even more closeness desired.

Laska begins again, again just gently, as in the beginning. I treasure your head between your legs, and, feeling tvoju tremor, leading top-down language ... Pause - and again from top to bottom ... Then become a circular motion, the mad spiral brings to mind you, you already stonesh, language sinking ever deeper, I otstranyayus and start work at hand, lips obhvatyvayu your nipple, and hand in the meantime continues its movement. Excitement on the brink of pain, which you ispytyvaesh, almost forcing you to switch to cry, vygibaetsya spin, and you tyaneshsya for my hand when I otstranyayus, but I am dramatically changing the pace and again turn to barely visible affection, both hands to the bed prizhimayu tvoja Gregerson body, and again, starting slowly to keep you in mind. Hands you split, already heavily jammed rope in the delicate skin cells all you want orgasm, but I continue this the sweet torture. I bring you up to almost shouting, when seemingly more movement - and prorveshsya you, but I am relentless: ceasing all I care vzhimayu you to the surface of the bed and did not give snake.

It seems that the night lasts forever, you have already lost through time, the body then blushed, arousal comes faster and faster, eyes nearly mad ... And here at the top of the regular initiation I am not stopping, and one traffic cut the rope, pronikayu member at you. Junction similar to the explosion, we are literally konchaem after several seconds, in retaliation catch you leave deep scratches on my back, from my lips ukushennoy flowing blood. Hard-pressed tightly to each other, we meet dawn.