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Love .. is to create links ...

... reminded St. Exupery, the patron of aviators. And when it comes time to get laid - blessed moment where the plot is tied flies and voluptuous at the same time - need to better reach the rope sensitive to a lover that she is very endearing and we are strongly attached notes. Otherwise, his fickle heart, now awakened her flesh could be the goat of Monsieur Seguin shaking so much weight the sweet yoke of love that she might get lost on some unknown dead end street which, what murky backyard where the wolf, crouching, lurking, eager to eat the raw, naked.

Freedom freedom baby? What crimes did not do we committed in thy name! That faux pas ... To be free, libertarian and released, he would still have this beautiful girl is point libertine. Do not betray confidence which his master's honor. Shows himself worthy of the affection he bears. Hence the need to periodically remind her tender duties in the demanding rigors of the hot rod or a seasoned trousers.

Do you agree that these cables which corsètent these ropes of love that keep it in good pork, adorn her neck, her magnificent breasts, torso, hips, his crotch several s do they restrict? They embellish them in demanding fair deference to a pupil to the holder of the legitimate authority acting on it?

Do you think she is not found on her own in this room, in the alcove in the den, on his knees and then stretched and torn complacently on the sofa in front of the black eye and inquisitive this camera, all for his repentance disorder and satisfaction of your curiosity? His mischievous smile does not testify he not feared that these hardships are, so to speak, in his strings? She agrees wholeheartedly cettte deserved penance in the certainty that it will calm the fury which assail the explant while the head shots, the strokes, the cries, tears are the result of a fiery temperament , character of a bitch, plague, it gratifies the love of her life defending the heart of the latter?

Hence this time of reflection that he proposes and imposes. And to better promote his meditation, he tickles, strokes, handled methodically, fingertip coated with camphor ointment, sex drenched, hemmed, crumpled, blooming even better between the two white nylon ropes that they surround the plump pink part of the crotch and deeply, live in the path of the line at high heat.

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... must submit to her guardian when it comes to his personal hygiene. As a baby loved and cherished. And a caressing hand, soap with a washcloth or without fluffy, the master tenderly washed the little round belly, the sensitive inner thighs and plump as widely torn the doors of a temple by a morning of celebration ... the crotch of his decorated down which makes the Corolla around mold, the conch which the educator bears particular attention again, as it should be ...

Mitou He asks about his recent conduct, in the shower, the toilet in his bed. And it gives him a whispered chant all the secrets of his heart and his ass, naked truth will confess that not even his mother. Because she knows he loves her in the nude shameless avowal, disturbing, intimate that thrilled her lip and fogs his eyes ... as the secrets are extorted from him by severities meticulously lavished here and there, right and left, round the edges fleshy, hemmed, sex odor that repels and swells under the authority This masculine hand with slender fingers prove infinitely tender, but the nails may be necessary guitarist as sharp as the claws of a cat ...

Index lecture then moves lower, beyond the commissure of the orchid fragrant and neat but now sulky have been lovingly punished, until at pleated button, darker, more swarthy more secretive than the pupil has now distracted him with even more convenience by rolling up the backside. And the pulp of the index, soapy and sticky liqueur, initiates a tiny rotating a methodical slowness ... traversing the circumference of the orifice that contracts ... and exploring the valley of the shadows ... it gives to the resident a caress of a light as air ... now touring across the slope with a distended admirable science of unexpressed desires that are beating louder and the pounding heart of the pupil gracile, while a squealing fuse between his teeth, a rattle burst from his throat. Then the hairy hand, virile, which becomes large as a paddle away, rising and running an arc of a circle whose troumignon in turmoil is the focus, it falls down and slams masterfully, the swarthy and round butt of putti that was not wise at all and whose abandonment, the pranks, the insolence call all the hardships!