Moonlight fantasy

Night quietly sat down on the city, spread out, rustling, their black wings, flooded lanes obsidian, a cowardly retreat before the electric light flooded the streets ... It is gentle, almost motherly touch hot blood, casts true night, Epicurean thought. The desire of the flesh became almost unbearable - instead of having to go to bed, I began to pace the room back and forth. No, sleep does not turn positive, accumulated lust and passion required output, the sooner the better. Night, Mother, why Your time makes people so bold and reckless, hot and passionate, that you such that even an inveterate bigot turns into a passionate lover? .. No answer.
Reared flesh strongly interrupts unwanted thoughts right now - like the thinnest thread of common sense cut the merciless scissors desires. Dark, secret, depraved, secret ...
You sleep, my happiness, sweet snuffle in the spacious lodge, which still conspicuous traces of our morning pleasures. Smiling, I walk up to the head, unable to tear his eyes - it seems a sacrilege to wake you, and because I'm speechless, motionless ... However, you and so somehow disturbing rushed about, short groan (from delight or fear of pain? Who knows what you showed to Morfeevo kingdom, a country of dreams ...) and open your eyes. As for your lips smile, strangely similar to the one that froze on my own.
- Night is haunted and you, darling? - I ask, easily touching your hair, caressing her cheek with his fingertips ...
- I do not give my boy - hear your response through the haze of tenderness. You izvernuvshis playful cat, you touch my lips, palms, making me smile even wider and kinder.
- Let us find it together, m? - Laughing, I asked counsel. And I know that you will answer "Yes". However, because I want to hear it for real ...
Contrary to expectations, you are silent, only discarded blanket and moves up invitingly. This eloquent thousand words, and never have to beg me ... I gently pounce on you, rejoicing - because you allow to be near him, to love, to give joy and delight ... As much as I can give, you accept, and generously reciprocated. Is this not happiness? Yes. You - my happiness ... And so, I want to make you happy.
And starts petting - a dagger-sharp, searing passion and tenderness, a sensual dance of lips and hands by your calling, I wish the body. Track greedy kisses winds from the tip of your ear to the lower abdomen, inmost of the sites ... and why they are so often called "shameful"? Oh, goody, you do not see all their charms, do not know how delightful it - caressing the tiny lips and tongue, with the pea, the clitoris, smartly warping finger in the wet warm bosom, while gently massaging the brown ring anus. You do not know what is woven into an ecstasy of love to be crumpled sheets, caress, giving pleasure, without asking anything in return - just to make you feel good, sweetheart. And for this - all for your lovely legs: awe, affection, admiration, love ... Everything.
You squirm under my caresses, moaning loudly, without fear that they hear; your fingers plunged into the strands of my hair, which is closely pressed my head to your juices flowing flesh. Do not be afraid that pulled away - and all the treasures of the world will not be such only after ... Yes, yes, it is! - You convulsively bent, moan becomes a cry, mecheshsya on the bed, almost breaking my fingers; in my temples pounding blood, and you also compress their hips ... My girl ... Fingers are reluctant to leave the damp heat - one of mokrenkaya womb, the second - from the anus to relax. Cuddle goodbye long tongue movement, I climb up the stairs kisses and caresses: tickling the hollow tip of your tongue navel, his hands stroking thighs and waist, criss-crossing his fingers teasingly elastic chest. Lips arrived to help a little later, and with affection enveloped neat nipple, tongue brisk snake began to pull it, if not get enough down there ...
Gently pulling back and panting, you yourself with a sly smile begin to torment me, falcon dropping down to the hard, juicy flesh with lead. Chain quick kiss, caress the tongue along the barrel, forcing growl like an animal; finally your lips fully take it in hot mouth ... And the torture begins - a sweet, intoxicating, maddening. Ye gods, how good! On the lips, one after another bursting groans endless string "I love ... ", Hips moving to the beat, ruthless toward your lips and tongue yurkomu. Catharsis, the supreme moment of pleasure, shining whiteness of the snow mountain. The outbreak of a new sun for screwed-up eyelids, warm liquid flow spewing from me; sweet convulsions, beautiful agony of life itself ...
- Thank you ... I love you ... My Happiness ... - whisper barely audible. But you know perfectly well, feel their heart, and our lips merge in a kiss, I feel the salty taste of its own, puts her arms your waist ... It is strange, but it is in no way an opal, still stands a strange, wondrous monument inflexibility of our passion, our Tenderness feelings ... our.
And I do not hesitate, take this, merging smoothly with you together ...
And it starts Sacrament, the greatest under this sky and under the sun. The sacrament of new life, the mystery of love, when two lovers entwined bodies on the bed, and the soul soar in transcendental heights, enjoying the greatest unity and harmony and happiness to be together ...
Alas, like all happiness, it is transient. It seemed only a moment ago, huddled in unison with the heart, conjoint tocsin, only recently we have cried with happiness, forgetting about all the prisoners in the cage of love and tenderness, inseparable, happy - and now, it is all ... peak pleasure, joined-loving shout .
The flash, blinding-white ...
Maddening pleasure, sweet convulsions ...
Soft arms, you exhausted collapsed on my chest, we ukryvshee blanket ...
And quiet, barely audible: "I love ..." Simultaneously. And after that - laughter.
"Thank you..."
You're welcome. You know.
My happiness...

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