Imagine
Imagine me ...
After a night of drinking and some pasta. Or maybe after a beautiful confession of love. Or how about a romantic evening as planned?
Imagine ...
That we are two great friends. Or that we hate and we are sworn rivals. We barely know ourselves. What are teacher and student. Or even that we are brothers. Choose
you the context.
Imagine ...
A spacious bed. Perhaps a bath dirty and deserted. A deserted beach. A melancholy school roof. Or maybe the shade of a leafy tree.
Imagíname ...
His face absorbed by your eyes, my lips moist and almost undone by the kisses that I pluck and pluck me from the mouth.
Your pants are annoying and my set too. You get rid of his shirt and drive my hands to your chest. You tremble with that gift pinching your nipples. Paseo
my lips on your belly while I burn with desire to tear your pants with my teeth. I can feel your cock beating against my chin.
you squeezed his crotch forward and you give a complaint of pain, begging for mercy with her eyes.
- I love you. -Whisper, leaving your face decorated with a, perhaps, false smile.
're lying, I know, I understand.
say the truth, I know, I think.
really does not matter so he could feel a hundred percent.
those pesky pants and does not interfere, slow and sensual you will be stripped of the boxers. I smile mischievously, or maybe it's a sweet smile, tender, or perhaps macabre. Choose.
I watch so hard that even I am lost between the lines on your skin that flawless chest so beautifully delineated. You drive me crazy ... or maybe not.
- I love you. -Ing back as you drop your body on mine and I surround your neck with your arms.
I just smile, pinning your waist, encadenándote to my body. Feed my lips with your kiss: sweet, tender, wild perhaps, anxious. Do you feel the taste of blood mixed?
I'm still dressed and that bothers you. Unbutton my shirt buttons one by one, a lustful shine looks through your eyes. Rio and you smile with malice indecipherable. Your hands around my wrists, and soon I am subject to your games indecent.
I think I like it, it does not hurt, but your sudden movements really hurt me. But you seem to enjoy it, too ...
Caes rendered on my back, your breathing is altered irreparably the sweat of our bodies begin to mingle.
Now it's my turn to be the guide for this game. Your eyes just may be open, but you're still conscious and that's really good, otherwise it would be fun.
lubricate a little without losing time, you smile ... or maybe not. Lift your hips until you can feel so intimate that desirable place your body in contact with mine. Die in longing to get into you, for your delicious fiercely torn interior. But I know I must be careful not to hurt since, are supposed to love you.
Just a couple of inches inside and you have started to scream ... or maybe not. You bite your lip to deflect the pain but do not, you've come to scream.
Is this our first time? Maybe. First time together? Maybe.
feel your breathing speed up as I enter deeper. Heavens! I'm burning inside you. Subject
strongly your hips, staring intently, smiling cynic, so I'm moving inside you. Drown a gasp and let out a sigh bad attempt. You like it? ... Maybe. I still
embistiéndote, and apparently I managed to enter into pleasure, now you who rammed against me. You raise your hips and profane yourself against my body. Would you go mad? It's an image so tempting.
Can you hear those sounds daring to unite our bodies? Probably.
Your forces are small, but quiet, here I am. I will not let it end yet.
With one hand hold your body, and the other I make contact with your membership. You tremble at the touch of my hand and pant full of spasms.
A few more thrusts, I feel it exploits. The view is blurred and I feel as an electrifying ecstasy through me the entire body.
Soon, with no strength or energy, I feel asleep on your chest.
Imagine ...
And you'll wait to wake up to say again that I want. Or you go leaving me unconscious. Maybe I'll wake up with a kiss. Maybe weep repentant and curse me.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Imagine ...
