Sweet talk…

Sweet talk…”Hummm how I really like thst trimmed path to heaven, Miss Nat…A true path into lust, desire and soul lost. That would be a true lost if lust would somehow fall asleep… The star should never be abble to lost their light.” I thought all the angels where in heaven and you wanted me to take me there, into true heaven… you little devil””But aren’t good angels and bad angels ..but angels:)))””I want to be a fallen angel, wouldn’t mind to fall into your arms, lap and much more else.””But you will fall in hell dear:)))””Fire will not hurt me, it will make me faster, and warmer..”.”I will burn your ass””Only if you let me extinct it into your lap. Or is it me who should be a fireman and extinct fire with some type of hose””In hell there’s a lot of work””D’am seem we really are soulmates… you try to put fire into the building and me trying to wash it downHummm bursa escort yes that trimmed path a true man’s lost path… I want to lost me thereWould those heaven…. or hell gates, depend of the point of sight… will open for my return? Because that path only would take me into that lovelly sweet danation””Depend, if you do your work is good or bad….””Hummmm I usually begin my path much much higher. Want to follow my path?””Hope nothing will stop you:))””Hummm well my path always beguins with a kiss on the base of the neck from behindWill follow into a naked shoulderClimb into a rear hear lobe, and stop for there for a whileKisses and suckings would occurMy hands wouldn’t be quiet, trying to find that wonder belly and try to cross forbiden barriersMy kisses would then low into your neck to find again that shoulder and then beguin to lay into your desirable chest…. and bursa escort bayan my hands wouldn’t be quiets, that’s for sureMy mouth would find those cherries in the top of those delicious twin hills of pleasure, and my tongue would roll thoses nips like the cheries of an ice cream that were been taken…And my hand wouldn’t quietsThen my lips would cross that fire land that is your belly, the land that melt boys and forges men into paradise… or hell…In presence of such a godess, such a prayer would have to knee in order to his lips find new paths till his danation… or salvation…And that lovelly path then would take him into that delicious tender land that Venus set her name… Kisses and licks would happen in a true find of open juicy lands of milk and honey, land where the lust find its home and the desire burns in increasing intensity…””Hummm…””Moans escort bursa and heavy breaths would be heard, and the rhytm of a tongue slide, lick and lips suck would cross your body in sweet spasms…And you would curl your body, grabing my head into that sweet fountain of sweet juices and warm music of her’s moans…My mouth would play that sweet pointy hill that grabs all the secret pleasures of a women…””I have to ask another play, and others players must find their path into paradise…” At the sound of your will, my mouth would leave such a southern lands, and the usual player would present itself, hard as wood, worker as a driller….and your moans would rise into a final climax, where loads are given and juices are free…””At the end, your final words would be, besides all the abstract words of pleasure strange languages, that desire sets: ‘Sweet gentlement, you promise me a true hell of pleasure, but you took me into the most higher and pleasurous ride till the most sweet heaven’ “And both sealled their pleasent ride, in a deep strong kiss, carrying all the power of the moment…