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Decameron
I envy the hands that you allow to touch... that feel the heat and softness of your skin, the liquor dripping from your sex! I envy the mouth that kisses you, the lips that close on your breast and suck your nipple! But I hate them... because the only hands worthy of touching you are mine! The only mouth anointed to kiss you is mine! The only marks allowed are those of my teeth on that white linen that covers you... of my raw fingers tattooing your skin. The only perfume worthy of your sense of smell is the acrid aroma of my hot body that makes the hair on your body stand on end. The only worthy voice you hear is mine, sweet and seductive... telling you how hot she is, how naughty she is, reminding you that she is a Goddess! And the gift that I beg of you, you grant to some blind, virgin young man... who doesn't see beyond your woman's veil and doesn't see all of your naked divinity... where every part of your body deserves to be touched, explored, and with vigor take your sex as if the next day... the one who possessed you would be the sacrifice offering.
Decameron
If you could bring your face closer to your neck and inflate your lungs with its aroma, I'm sure it would be a perfume of lust with notes of a certain modesty! Yes, my dear, even though she exudes lasciviousness, she is still a little shy! This shyness only increases its charm and encourages us to unravel its mysteries! Excited, she gives in, forgetting her own shyness! The bitten lips, the hand that squeezes her breast with desire, the fingers that touch the grill and make her sing with her moans! At the height of pleasure, her thighs rise and hold her hand to her sex... her body vibrates like a tuned instrument in this symphony of pleasure and sin... and she enjoys biting her lips! Seeing her feeling pleasure is the real show!!
