M entre you bite my neck, I embrace you, with your fingers try to unhook your bra, damn hooks hooked, they were so comfortable the old plastic clips! Finally the elastic doppiacoppa ends in my hands, the straps slide off your arms and your breasts do not bat an eyelid, not an inch down and think, 'This means that they are boobs, "I remember the Cleopatra of Artemisia Gentileschi, a breast perfect. I smile, I look and smile, and probably only your mirror neurons are responding, but do not have the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I think, and even if you explain it, do not understand. Your hemispheres decorated with small freckles and two nipples orange shake me, grabbed her by force, rapisco, are now mine. I kiss you everywhere, every now and then too impetuous shots for some bite, I take you for life and you lie on your bed, everything is ready, m'introduco in you And in the trouble-free in your home without air conditioning I find the cool your vagina, I feel, seems to silk and you become more serious and a little 'close your eyes and a bit' open them, you grab your ass and you get up, thrust his fingers into the flesh of your ass and you like, I understand nails penetrating my back and around you. You're over me, from the bottom I see the perfection of your chest, the hair that blends in with her nipples and I take you back, your belly to my approach, I want to contact, we turn again to one side, I laugh, and I feel say, "What the fuck are you laughing," and they laugh too; the trot becomes a gallop and then slowly I stop, hold me, you smell, sweaty go out to smoke.
