choose.
Choose to feel good and maybe wrong, but still feel good.
Felice, his legs trembling, the heart pounding, my hands wet, darkened mind ata.
The desire that flows in his veins. When our two bodies come together and find myself like that, he wrapped me up, patient, tough, demanding. Rummaging through his eyes that my inner yearning of my soul.
we are, combined, blended, and so lost in an instant, the sense of where they end up in his hands and start my own, of how to loosen the body, sweating and stolen by thousands of screaming and panting.
His thought, made my second which I would not have been aware of the situation nor I would, therefore, fully accepted.
I only know that if they are here, if you always think of him, if he is now a part of me, if I continue to be evidence that I immediately faced with courage: there is a reason, to satisfy him, make him really happy, proud of its majestic influence that makes me his mistress.
Her love you ... take her, grab her soul, body and especially the mind: make me a slave voluntarily this attraction, this love, this endless game.
I chose a long time ago: YES, I WANT TO BE HER!
we might look at all the evidence that will, I will always be ready, because I belong to, and as such: I'll be everything you want me to be.
your small or exhausted.
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