"Poor, poor baby," I whispered in her ear, "poor, . poor baby "you said nothing was upset by little, encouraged not to - did not even seem to breathe. Her eyes hung in the air, somewhere between me and eternity. Resigned. Her body cold as my lips gently over her mound slid over her belly, between her legs. folded "So lost, so lost," I whispered, "Sun lost in this big world." Their long legs
automatically. When they were already used to this game. Pretend ob probably knew the game better than I would ever know. I shook my head. Of course they knew it. Of course, of course, course.
"My poor, poor baby," I said then, this time louder and she stared at me, "so lost, so helpless." I was back on her, my mouth close to her. ". Under him, in all, including me "
stirred behind her eyes a bit - the fire that I loved so, the anger, I wanted to feel, like the biting, which was basically nothing more than the desire to replace something that had been torn from her - and suddenly she turned to us, sat on me and said, "Where you belong then? Where is your place? are loved Do you really think that you love? "It freed her hair from the hair band, falling in waves to her shoulders. "Wanted Do you really think you deserve to be loved, to become?"
"Tust you it?"
"No."
"I have." Missed
me an ear. "No, you do not. Not even a little bit. And the least you deserve me. "
We looked hungry in the eye. She purred smugly, freed from her top, threw it carelessly into the corner, leaned down to me. "What are you thinking when you fuck you senseless ? Do you believe in me? "
" Think I think about you? replied, "I whisper, held out my mouth, but she moved her head away, grinning.
"I think to you?"
"Tust du"
"You're lying."
"Sometimes" "No." - and she let her fingers wander over me, fumbled in my pants reached into her, let her hips circling and circling and circling - ". Sometimes I lie"
automatically. When they were already used to this game. Pretend ob probably knew the game better than I would ever know. I shook my head. Of course they knew it. Of course, of course, course.
"My poor, poor baby," I said then, this time louder and she stared at me, "so lost, so helpless." I was back on her, my mouth close to her. ". Under him, in all, including me "
stirred behind her eyes a bit - the fire that I loved so, the anger, I wanted to feel, like the biting, which was basically nothing more than the desire to replace something that had been torn from her - and suddenly she turned to us, sat on me and said, "Where you belong then? Where is your place? are loved Do you really think that you love? "It freed her hair from the hair band, falling in waves to her shoulders. "Wanted Do you really think you deserve to be loved, to become?"
"Tust you it?"
"No."
"I have." Missed
me an ear. "No, you do not. Not even a little bit. And the least you deserve me. "
We looked hungry in the eye. She purred smugly, freed from her top, threw it carelessly into the corner, leaned down to me. "What are you thinking when you fuck you senseless ? Do you believe in me? "
" Think I think about you? replied, "I whisper, held out my mouth, but she moved her head away, grinning.
"I think to you?"
"Tust du"
"You're lying."
"Sometimes" "No." - and she let her fingers wander over me, fumbled in my pants reached into her, let her hips circling and circling and circling - ". Sometimes I lie"
"I love you," I said, and gasped, "I love him. My place is with you. With him. With you. "
" With you " she repeated, biting into my flesh, "with you. With you. With you. "
I giggled when we kissed at last and I giggled as they sliding down on me and I giggled as they tell me again bite, hit, scratched and the giggles turned into loud groans, sighs, as we the world forgot about us at last.
The lion sat on the chair on the other side of the room, lurking, seemed to growl and the most beautiful brown eyes I ever saw were hundreds of thousands of fireworks.
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