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– I was looking for an excuse for my actions and an explanation for what was happening.
“Smell,” he rose, taking off his clothes, “you cannot smell him like a flower, you will be carried away by a drug wave.”
– Stop! Again! – Vika, did you sniff him? What for? – What do you mean, you didn’t explain anything to me !!! This, that is.

“You didn’t kill anyone, my little junkie ?!” – he grinned, – it consists of several substances, causes hunger and thirst for action, aggression and increases heartbeat, so it is for other places.
Apparently you used it as a perfume.
I was doused with cold water, so everything I did wrong was because of this crap! What a nightmare! “Come to me,” he whispered slightly by pulling on his nipples, “I’ll show you how to use it.”
I lay down on his huge body, and I was embraced, so sweet, so loved.
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my lips fluttered like a butterfly over his face, leaving a barely perceptible touch until his snare caught her.

The taste of his lips resembled coffee and brandy, the same heady.
He lifted my thighs and unwrapped the bottle, dripped this blue liquid onto his index finger.
Having lowered some leggings together with panties, I felt his persistent movements, penetrating deep into me, as if calling, smoothing every fold and gently massaging the clitoris.
He again drew to himself, but a little higher, to enjoy the hardness of the nipples, clamping his teeth, making me moan and ask for power over me.
There was a fire between his hips, impatient and uncontrolled a thousand times stronger than usual. booty webcam tube
It is impossible to break away from him, it is impossible not to surrender completely.
My clitoris tense under the tides of sweet waves, it seems, if I touch it, I will end in gentle convulsions.
Alex sat me on his knees again and threw back, pulled off my pants and turned on my stomach.
Pulling his legs up a bit, his lips bit into my oozing bud.
My body trembled slightly, feeling his tongue at the very epicenter.

just don’t stop, my alex.
His finger penetrated deeper, then two, each movement burned hot from the inside, and his tongue slipped with coolness in hidden bends.
My hands slipped to his dignity, still half asleep.
Thoughts and movements are confused with increasing pleasure.
He did not for a moment weaken his caresses to get to his boyfriend without problems.
My mouth eagerly fell to the head and persistently licked my tongue.
Second by second, he increasingly poured blood and hardened, increased and did not fit in the mouth.
Tenacious palms I trimmed the trunk, nibbling his tip.
My lord’s fingers instinctively squeezed my thighs, and even more he tasted my fruit.
Nobody wants to give up, more and more like a race, who will stand longer.
My movements, his movements merged into one huge kiss.
The thought itself was so global that the scarecrow could not escape from this circle of passion.
I think this race I lose.
my hands loosened and his oozing mace left my mouth.

his thighs clenched and his muscles spasmed around his skillful tongue.
I hear my moan somewhere far away, curving, scratching his thighs, choking on the “explosion” of my flesh.
A minute in complete silence, but everything is not enough for me and again I want to feel it all.
I picked up my wadded legs and rested on the panel, plunged the instrument of passion into me.
So heartfelt, so crowded, so hot.
His hands stroked my wet back, squeezing my buttocks, asking for movements.
And I am so exhausted that only slightly, swaying, picked up the pace.
I was carried away somewhere far away, as if I were not, only his stone member.
Hands strong and powerful, like a fluff, ruled me, helping to reach a climax.
Even faster, even deeper, even the stiffer suspension of the car, probably succumbed to the buildup.
The windows were fogging and the moon shone on me like a blur.
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