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Your moles

Your moles 28 November, 20171 Comment

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

I want to kiss each one of your moles. Those that go all over your body like constellations in the sky, from the base of your neck to infinity. I want to sink in your snowy white soft skin. That perfect canvas for each one of the stars I chase with my fingers and top with my mouth. Let me cover your neck with kisses whilst my fingers play with your curls.

Let me rest my head over your chest, letting my ear get lost in your beats while your hands take a walk around my hair, until they find their way to my neck, your fingertips tickling me and we both laugh at the same time until your hand reaches my chin guiding my mouth to yours and loosing ourselves into outer space.

I want to feel your lips caressing mine, how your tongue draws the outline of my mouth. My teeth softly biting your lower lip to turn you on and spank me as pay off. Let me feel your beard tickling my chin while your tongue steps into my mouth, mine in yours and they both get lost in infinite pleasures that take us, you to straighten yourself up and me to flood myself.

Let me press your penis between my hands and feel it grow. I want to feel your fingers gliding inside me rummaging for a future. I want to get wet by you and feel you deep within me. Let’s consume ourselves purely and entirely, at each other, until I get lost between your moles and you in mine.

 

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

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