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I'm waiting for you ... It's late. I'm waiting for you. You come in quietly. I'm sorry to wait for you. I start rubbing your legs and listening to how the day has passed. "I have to talk - I know the phrase, my stomach is shrinking. I'm scraping your calves. Beer, way home. Touch. Kiss. ​​I wake up. I'm massaging your belly. The fingers were tender and warm. The penis is big. I massage your hands. I get it in your mouth. Deep. He turned you on his stomach and slowly penetrated. I touch you. I see you in his arms. Your warm, tongue wet. My selves pulsate. Thank you. The next time I do not go through the bathroom. Sleep warm in my arms. I love you.

Afternoon in the smallconcern house. The silence was reclaimed their right to rule for several hours ... or so he wanted. From the computer directly boomed signal message received ... ten seconds ...
another
and another ...
He got up and went to check
Ivan Dimitrov: Hi
Ivan Dimitrov: How are you?
Ivan Dimitrov: What are you doing?
Well, apparently she would not sleep ...
Maria Petrova: Nothing. I'm going to bed.
Opssss was not his account and that of his wife, later answer came
Ivan Dimitrov: Current early? Alone?Concern
blocked his first thoughts. Then ants crawled by the throat and began fill the stomach. Blood roared in his ears, crawled between the legs slight tickle.
Maria Petrova: Sorry ...
The chat continued with another two lines before erase history and mute.
Every day after that or every other day, managed to enter her profile and changed the occasional row with Ivan. The second week quarreled with Mary dull film on Sunday and then just chat with Ivan took off without him, almost only read and most to zapalnimalko time with a two-provoking images.
Two months later he announced he was leaving on a business trip. Rented a room in a hostel in the center and looked at the list of active users. Mary and Ivan earlier stopped coming. They reappeared somewhere hour after midnight. The tension in his groin burned down to the throat.
Next month walk twice a mission, all in the same hostel. then the need and Maria to go for one night.
of the third month recline in his hostel room, it is associated with IP cameras and saw his entire bedroom in real time. You see how it went. They took his clothes impatiently. Their long game. He felt strong agitation Maria saw bites her nails into his back. When both eased the bedroom, he went to the bathroom to wash.
The next time wait, fast and powerful movements Ivan did as she more smoothly curved over him. Then he picked up the phone and dialed.
-Hi, Do, come after 30 minutes. I love you

Delayed by 5 minutes for each event entered its even had forgotten to lock. Mary was in bed in her nightgown and pretended to be asleep. He quietly undressed and lay down beside her. He pressed and began to move. Nightie lifted and slid his hands , contact with the skin could have sworn that scent, and if this can be a fallacy, moisture from it in her belly and between her legs were very real. Excitement reaches the threshold of pain. He turned her around and kissed. Merged warm, passionate, excited.
Her senses are on slumber in bedroom, she took a shower. overcame laziness happened straighten camera as thought must wink.
Had sent the IP address of Petya, I hope she enjoyed ...

"Symbol transition all variables
Here incomprehensible image extraction
Here incomparable truth becomes
Eternal femininity our uplifting "
Faust

The temperature was already a week over twenty degrees. Green grass began to displace yellow, brown branches turns green and white, and flies more frequent and insolent.
Earlier we reached the front lawn with every cup. We waited for the sun to pass through the hair, forehead, face, chest us, to break our clothes and our warm. Left empty glasses to us, we sat in the lotus position on the ground and took a deep breath. Your movements were well measured worked. Precise instructions. With a deep commitment to our air, and the sun came, sat down and filled our head in place of the mainstream thinking.
Our lips approached, I took them with softness and juices of your mouth, mingling them with the sun, and gave them to the man next to me, taking his. He walked away from me, only to come another in its place ...
I felt tongue between your thighs. I saw your eyes. Wet runnels on your chest. My hands sank into the flesh and she was forming beneath them chest ran between my fingers, members hardening in my palms. I buried my face hair, disbursed over you, and body weight over me. Our wave began, rocked and rolled. Sank in several bodies on the road, digging nails into the trembling passion meat. From the vagina you poured juice running down your thighs and soaking in the green grass, the taste you was all lips, vaginas and members was in the soul under you.
When breathing is normal, shadows touched the part of naked bodies. The house stood open and warmed by the sun, cozy womb among the aromas of the branches, flowers and hot human bodies.