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– Touch the lips with your head.
Gently, his voice trembles.
– Kiss her.

Spend on her tongue.
What is he doing with her? What if.
But here the tongue of the singer, his submissive slave in captivity at the Promise, closely gets down to business – and the guy groans deafly, forgetting about all extraneous thoughts.
– Deeper – breaks involuntarily from his mouth.
– That’s it, yes.
Just do not stop.
You are a good girl, he repeats again and again.
Squinting down, he sees her left palm, sandwiched between her thighs and making all the accelerating movements, sees a drop of grease gleaming on her thigh.
Is she so nervous? On the other hand, he did not order her to stop caressing himself.
With a sharp movement, he straightens, as if pushing the loins forward, pushing one of the most essential parts of his body into the singer’s mouth.
At the same time his hand lies on her chestnut nape.
Keeping away from it.
– Yes.
A fiery explosion, and behind this another explosion, the feeling of powerful splashes filling the mouth of a singer who understands musical instruments.

Squeezing his fingers tighter on the back of his head, he withdraws her head from himself with a single sharp movement — her face at this crazy moment seems to his hazy look almost seventeen years old — and splashes out new hot splashes, new greasy white flakes on her cheeks, her nose, her dark brown whiskey.
– Like this.
A quiet response moan escapes from the mouth of the singer, who now seems quite young, but also stands on her knees opposite him and continues to tease her intimate flesh with her fingers.
Her face is now as if covered with white paste.
Having distracted for a moment in order to stick out the tip of the tongue and lick one of the streams flowing past the lips, she again plunges into her own depth – in the direct and figurative sense – after which her bowels eject a new, lower moan. big bobs mature webcam
Once again and again.
Finally, after a particularly strong convulsions of passion, she seemed to wake up.
Having wiped the face with a palm and having left a part of a white liquid on own fingers, it straightens.

Her gaze still remains slightly insane, as if plague.
“I wonder what it would be like if a chemist were found here with specially stuck equipment and if he thought about looking at this white liquid under a microscope?” A thought suddenly flashes to the guy.
– On the one hand, to multiply here is a clear unnaturalness.
But where is the limit of credibility? “Having once again dressed in his gray cloak – now, however, the guy sees the lightest bluish shades in him, which relate him to the color of the eyes of the hostess of this attire, – the singer straightens up.
Her voice is emotionally stressed and quiet.
– Thank you for meeting.
The guy cheeks flooded with fierce fire.
For some reason, he has a desire that the chess cells under his feet crumble into dust.
Providing the opportunity to fall into the Abyss.
– You spa.
His voice suddenly calms down, as if dissolving in mid-sentence.
In his mind he slips, twisting himself closely with serpentine rings, several thoughts at once.

“The meeting is not over yet,” he says sharply.
– You made a promise that you will fulfill any of my wishes until the end of the meeting, no matter how shameful or obscene they are.
The guy stares at the singer.
– I wish you answered my questions the truth.
Let this desire and low-purity.
He swallows saliva.
“You,” he hesitates for a second.
Should I ask? “You wanted this from the very beginning?” You do like this truth.
The singer lowers her eyelids for a moment.
When she lifts them, a sly spark already known to him is visible in the depths of her blue-gloomy eyes.
– Like.
After taking a few steps forward, she lowers her head on his left shoulder – and whispers, with a breath of a barely perceptible breeze, right in his ear: – Actually, you could ask another question.
– Which one? – internally flinching, he asks.
– Does the promise magic really exist in this world? She laughs with pleasure, enjoying his astonished look.
It seems that even the type of her voice slightly changed after the incident – becoming light and ringing.
– How could I know about the properties of this world that which you do not know?

Who, what and why can we promise? The guy’s cheeks in the scarlet T-shirt are again filled with paint, thicker than ever before.
– I like the effect that this invention has on.
travelers I meet, – the singer slowly says.
Her hot breath tickles the guy’s skin just above the left ear.
– I like to watch them, when they suddenly imagine that the person in front of them is their mental slave for the coming hours.
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