An excerpt from a text I wrote, experience of a meeting I had.: The bubbles of that drink, the music and the touch on the skin made me take off the dress completely. With the black lingerie still sensualizing in the half light of the room, I straddled his lap and started kissing him. I went down, following its fur, until the turtledove was already completely hard. I remember a part of the song where he said: “She smells like a flower I don't know the name of. But, she must have a beautiful name just like her Obá, here she comes. I have my eye on her…” He was fragrant and his cock was full of veins, very hard and already sticky on his head. My saliva dripped from my mouth, from which I had taken a lot of spit to pass the head of the dick in a circular motion. The texture and softness of the head of the dick made me excited.… • I'll tell you how this story ends, if you comment that here you adore me and want to see me here! ☺️🔥