As crazy butterflies kisses are wasted by your body burning awakening instincts to the surface. Wisdom wrote prayers of his fingers on the table behind her, as she just breathed his breath came in hot puffs up his dark face. Following the steep slope of its long neck a trail of spit sweet ending at the top of her breasts where two beautiful buttons waiting for the perfect buttonhole of his full mouth. He surrendered without hesitation. The hands, the mouth, his tongue was an army conquering every inch of its territory, hills, rivers, meadows, its sea and its caves. He surrendered without protest, docile, submissive, slave of his senses silently obeyed his orders. Red poppy bleeding, his mouth open and wet exhaling sighs linked with groans. Lightning crossed his spine and waist swayed in each current scourge, while your skin wove rosary bead of sweat. The red eyes of lust he memorized every inch of territory controlled, every corner, every crevice, every watering. Suddenly his eyes penetrated black as night, open, flashing, with that special glow that only gives the light streaming from the soul, wrapped in dark lashes watched with pleasure submission yet, when she narrowed to sharpen your senses, these coals of fire stopped at anochecidas moons of her breasts, erect, hard, perfect, two ripe fruits and dew-pearled offered his eager mouth. Hungry and thirsty ivory sank his teeth and sucked gently as a child, softly at times, with a subtle hint of violence other. His hands roamed the rigging master of his senses and pulled her melody was perfect. Her thighs were firm and shapely ebony two columns through which must pass before entering the sanctuary where the offering depository after slaughter. The temple was in front of his eyes, the maid prepared, his obsidian knife penetrated the virgin flesh, the dark open flower profusely sweet red fluid mixing with the snowy and sparkling liquor offering.A wild cry emanated from the depths of the soul was fused with her gasping moan. A curly black cloud spilled on the pillow, your body has just begun in the rites of love fell relaxed. He left the temple exhausted, his eyes lost their lust, insatiable prepared to plunge his dagger in the flesh again deflowered, she opened her eyes and prayed just with a look, begged him to do it again.
No, I do not want a bed of rose petals, or gentle breeze caressing soft chirping of birds either. Neither I nor sea without waves blue starry night. I want the spines of your hands tearing my skin blue sheets, satin churning ocean. Hurricane impetuous want your kisses detached from sharp ivories sunk into my flesh. I want the roar of the beast in each spasm riding on my rump. I want the onslaught of uncontrolled wave against the cliff. I want the power of my sex volcano spewing its lava igneous. Whip me with your breath, caresses gag, blindfold my eyes with your kisses, your post athame firm and erect, without mercy ... I love you ... wrapped in unredeemed sin piérdeme in the deep darkness of the night without moon or stars. You and I in full eclipse. Condemned to the gallows or hell brutally savage love you, possessed of this insane lust governing us, make me, uncontrollable devastating tsunami.
. I'm not saying they look with hope and pain ... Trying to guess their fate.
