People from all over the world could touch my hair, could touch my scalp. None of those matter. Only her touch, her fingertips that gently glide through my stiff head, is the only type of heroine i need. If i could smoke it i would. Her thighs so smooth that i could almost fantasise about them. I fantasise about her, her eyes. Her luscious and prominent eyebrows that fit so well to her face.
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Sex & Love
RomanceThe detailed description of the sex between two like minded individuals and what actually is the thought process of sex. What does one feel?
