If it’s a weekday, which usually tend to fuck, and from your room above mine, you hear my gasps,
know that day fuck with another man, I know that does not bother him because I said so.
But I recover dust and as I have time I go and we run together.
Sometimes, if things were not as well as they expected another, I call and raise, I will not waste a good fuck.
Have I ever fucked a night with him,
I slept over, we returned to fuck in the morning and in the afternoon I came home to fuck with another.
I have also spent a whole weekend at home; I ended up with sore pussy for so very long powders.
You know men to fuck me, besides being educated, clean, intelligent, imaginative and respectful,
need three things, power, depth and pace. You heard me many times.
Power does not mean excessive force to metérmela, it is controlled force.
Depth is well tucked me shove it up back, come on, what comes to the same eggs be.
And rhythm is just that, the magical cadence metesaca. And if they can move is madness.
My men have to have rhythm and the other two things.
My lovely boy next door has almost no, messes with my decision but not always with the strength that allows reach back;
and lacks pace, tired, he lost the beat, sometimes it stops.
But it has another wonderful quality, persistence,
along with my uncle is the only one who is able to fuck me so long without removing and without smudging.
And I appreciate that because my orgasms have the wonderful quality to be increasing,
each is more intense and longer lasting than the previous one. So you know how I can get to enjoy.
As I say when we just fuck, it leaves me totally screwed. And very sweaty.
My neighbor sixth I call my adorable boy next door and called me the sinner fifth.
He insists on telling sin instead of fuck, so when we call tell me if you feel like sin or not, I always feel like me.
I have heard him say that all powders missed me, that went to church and I told the priest confessed.
I suppose you have to tell someone that you know, the best way to keep a secret is to tell the tale.
Very often we sin and must be very serious sins because I exhausted.
Once, I was so exhausted I slept over at his house.
Upon awakening also fucked me, so I went to work fucked, gets torn and exhausted.
Fucked but happy. Very happy.