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Geschreven door: Piquet Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses, A heart glowing with passion and fire, Golden hair that flows and caresses, Eyes alight with fervent desire; By the light of sweet candles and embers Your body calls me, it speaks and commands, It yearns for my own, it remembers The homage of lips and of hands. Now I give you words supple and tender That my tongue slowly and subtly will trace Upon your flesh until you surrender With exquisite bliss on your face. And one day when the roses have faded, You may feel a sweet tingle below. It’s your rim, completely unaided, Feeling that warm afterglow Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B(<10 minuten)Fantasie - Geweld Falco gets hurt. Travis and Iris(18 minuten)Fictie - Extreem, Male / Female The tribulation a couple is put through. The Fowler and His Net -- Prologue(<10 minuten)Fictie Gary Fowler sees opportunity in the household of a new customer. Will he keep his focus on his employment? Or will he be distracted by her? A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A(18 minuten)Fantasie - Exhibitionisme, Lactation, Male / Females, Masturbation, Pijpen, Reguliere sex, Slikken, Threesome Falco's adventures in Qeynos. He meets some odd women. My Babysitter Pam(<10 minuten)Fantasie He finally makes love to his babysitter | ||||