I at you lay in pillows rolling. All is undressed. Washing nakedness is fine. And you a glass of Martini finishing drinking, With a smile get a slice of an ice. And I shiver having a presentiment of delight Lips you to my lips have nestled. I shall receive now the award And in a trace behind an ice on a body language will run. You having smiled ice lower In �������� between my breasts, And they are caressed gently quiveringly by You My charming Villain. You a trace for ice, passionately warm Kissing gently, is sweet, hotly. And handles you so caress me That I shout - Still.. Still.. Still.. And here having reached the treasured purpose, You ������� away and to the girl have nestled I do not breathe almost and as if has departed Here that with me you does language. And during that moment when already on the verge of When I am ready to be broken and shout In me you will enter with wild wishes And our passion to not keep any more And a rhythm of madness to constrain not simply. We in fact absolutely have already gone mad. And in fact all over again you easily and simply.. Has got from a glass a small slice of an ice...

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