Hotel room - new de France
Hotel room, I wonder awakening; cum blafarde not Câline not talkative. But who is she?
Should j'me recalls that before the trifle. This eternal dance floor, sound to the ears, and eyes. The lights fireworks, sparks, its long long hair, and his gaze. Intense, sparkling eyes. A slow or world-Aphrodisia nothing to us, my specialty it? A slow surely this time. Yes: Indian sitting on a baffle It shines there is no impregnable citadel, invitation, always with humor, to laugh in case of refusal; words irrelevant. Oral contact.
Normal routine, case heard. Body glue, body appetite. Normal routine. At the bar, cocktails, still get drunk and laugh, laugh for nothing, stick to laugh more. Lasciviously, they say j'crois heroes when the stories end well.
And after? A small pill of love mixed with yet another cocktail. It decides even the most reluctant this treasure! After? Black hole. Surely as usual. Otherwise why else! A clear trances of Saturday evening, facilities age, desires assumed. Hotel chains open 24 hours on 24. The car knows the way. A credit card code and to the nine square meters. Facilities at the time, assumed desires.
Hotel room the princess stands up, not even a little kiss, nothing that regard. And what next. What rings! It is moving normally ring. Miss forgets her panties or do deals ever, jean "flush skin? I am pressed, J'Peux not explain, it would just t'essayes to see me, is hell. Sorry for everything.
Hotel room bed cooled, TV football and the results of the pool, as I almost always win; soon twelve hours, will have to leave. Love is this a crime?
Hotel room, bad news on the carnal pleasures. Love is this a crime?
Hotel room, it is lethal to forget his latex?