head held high, with a smile on her lips, she entered the room.
walked slowly and gracefully above them, slowly one foot putting next to the other.
Her long, curly hair that reaches to her shoulders, caressed her Madonna-like face, wave the same.
Her eyelids quivered slightly, they smelled a faint odor of musk, but only partially, only very slightly.
your chin slightly raised, the deep red lips pursed, her eyes innocent, yet knowing. Knowing and naive at the same time.
She seemed calm and relaxed. Only the close observers of the quiet waves of her breasts could see that this calmness was only playing.
She was excited, almost aroused if the wonderful minutes, which now lay before her.
Purposeful and determined, she went to the couch in the corner of the room, her step springy and light, like a gazelle. A slight sigh escaped her alabaster breast, as she gracefully sat down on the brocade sofa. Your delicate hand passed a lock of hair from his forehead.
She relaxed, crossed her long, slender legs, leaned back and closed his eyes.
feel you could, as he approached her.
She was one of those women who have the ability to guess things are not, had lost.
in just the moment when she slowly opened her velvety eyes, he sat down before her. He, the stranger. Their eyes met each other. But only briefly.
Madame seemed to tell his brown eyes, nothing more. She sighed inaudibly. What a man, an Adonis, tall, with distinctive facial features, dark, mysterious. His hands formed wonderful. Already they compassed their soft delicate Chains.
She closed her eyes and sighed. A moment later she felt the pressure was fixed. Then again, softer, and then it was all gone.
She was frightened.
How gladly would they now open their eyes, out of curiosity, what he might do next. She changed her mind, wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy.
Then he was there. She had known it. It felt. Firm, decisive. Suddenly - a slight pain shot through her. That could not be, no, that must not be. Startled she looked up.
He felt their pain and responded. He let go of her.
No, she thought, no, it should not end so, so not yet. She gasped, trembled, her heart trembled. On her neck, she felt the coolness of thousands of small beads of sweat that had formed.
But now he was back. With her.
Yes, yes, that is wonderful. What joy, what bliss.
She looked at him, joyful, ecstatic. She was in ecstasy. He smiled.
As he rose, he sighed.
Content, Madame? his sonorous voice was full of expectation.
Yes, the fit she said. size 38 always fits.
This goat leather, wonderful.
And since the flip-flops on the shelf, the red, I'll take it.
And give me a care products.
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