A little massage
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You lay naked on your
belly and your legs and arms are comfortably stretched away ❤
first I begin with your
hands, four of my fingers of both hands hold your hand, while my thumb goes
up and down first on the back of your hand and then on your palm ❤
and of course I kiss your
hand ❤
Then your forearm ❤
there are many small muscles
which we use when we hold or turn something ❤
pushing them sometimes
tenderly, then a bit harder up and down to loosen them ❤
then I
will massage biceps and triceps ❤
the
shoulder is a problematic muscle, ❤
I still
work mainly with my thumb ❤
on your
back it's my palm which loosens these muscles ❤
Then your
hip ❤
I just
can't avoid to bite tenderly into your behind from time to time because it's
so appetitive ❤
even your
behind is hot and I haven't even massaged your legs and your front ❤
you want
me already now ❤
Then I go
down your thighs, your calves till the sole of your foot ❤
and of
course, you are ticklish ❤
fast you
turn round ❤
so I go up
your thigh again, ❤
you breath
faster ❤
massaging
your thigh, I just can’t take it anymore and I give you a tender kiss on your
pussy, already wet ❤
but I
don't go over you ❤
I want to
torture you a bit more with my tenderness ❤
you must
first get nearly crazy of desire before getting me in you ❤
my hands
go round your umbilicus ❤
sometimes
I bite you in your hips ❤
while my
tongue plays with your nipples ❤
now I
stand behind your head and your beautiful bosoms get a massage ❤
but that
is too much for you, ❤
you put
your head back a bit, your hands take my behind and pull me closer. your
mouth opens and your lips begin to work my dick ❤
I bend
forward and full mouth I take your pussy in my mouth ❤
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rose, timidity and guitar / part 1 ------------------------------ rose, timidity and guitar Once upon a time, there was a guitar player. He played so wonderfully that the plants and the animals around him began to smile, when he played happy music and to cry when he played melancholic music. There was also a rich girl for whom he played but she didn't like him because he was poor. Every evening, he played under her balcony but she never replied to his music. In the street, a bit further down, another girl lived in a poor house. This girl was very shy, but she adored the music of the poor musician. When he played for the rich girl, the poor girl always sat at her window and listened. But when he had finished his concert for the rich girl and went home, the poor girl always disappeared from her window, so that the guitar player never knew that she loved his music. Then, one day, it was announced in town that the rich girl wou...
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