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rustico-monge
Lend me a handkerchief, my noble! Just thinking about it brings tears to my left eye! Yes...the left, the left-handed...the demonic!! because... really, she's worth all the effort!! And how I dreamed of that day... seeing her naked, devouring her curves with my eyes... so intensely that I swear I even felt the smooth skin, those pink and delicate lips, on the tip of my tongue... where the lips finish the job by closing over his bristly chin!!! What breasts... perfect... what curves.. tempting... what a voice, serious singing!! Ahhh... I want to sink my teeth into the white silk of that skin... squeeze hard every corner of that body... mark her all over... just to have the brief illusion that she's mine!!! Don't be fooled, she may seem skittish but it's just an impression...she is a woman of fine treatment...for the palate of the best connoisseurs. So delicious that it makes you angry... hunger... craving... if Greek and mythological, it would be a succubus sucking our soul!! If I come back??? I'm already doomed to it!! Kisses to her. Hug to everyone!!
rustico-monge
Ahhh... and how it burns! How this desire burns! Arisca, it slipped through my fingers... the Dafne that hides among the foliage of the forest! She is a beautiful nymph... where her skin falls like white silk and her curves full of lust enchant anyone who sees her!! Being the goddess that you are... I beg you... get out of my mind... abandon my thoughts... soften my desires.. my lust...
