Good morning my beautiful.
stay with me
oooh. wow. monica.
one slightly slutty look
a simple pic. still - more than arousing.
clean out her pride
indeed. its time for romance :-)
we spent a night together in switzerland, good friends for years. drinking loads of red wine. her last evening in europe heading to australia. to die. brain cancer. no longer treatable. i had her hand on my stomach, the second my clock rang for the morning plane. her voice in my ear: “i will not let you go out of the bed” which turned out to be an order for sex. she was unbelievingly soakingly wet and nearly broke my wrist by pressing her orgasm into my touch. the urge for my smell made her survive. and survive. and survive. and survive. for months. until the point in time, the aftertaste got unbearingly shale. everything a story made up? will i ever know?
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