ShantalSummer

It is not lust, my dear, it is not the brutal madness with which I have written to you these last days and nights, it is not the wild and almost bestial desire for your body, darling, that attracted me to you then. No, dear, it is by no means that, but the most tender, adorable and compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your fragility..

Some days I like to try different styles on my hair, as was the case today, I love this type of braids since it is something completely out of the ordinary and the best of all is that I could try any style for my long hair, many can be done. things, even in hornier situations my hair is spectacular! Imagine the things you could do with it if you had me on a bed in different positions! An extra fact about me, I really like sweets, desserts, everything related to food that is sweet, if you want to have a small gift with me, an invitation to a restaurant and eat desserts, it is the best option!

Your hands follow the path of my naked body and end in the dark corners of my desires, and there, like firm sentinels of the greatest treasure I possess, and like fairy tale thieves, they seize my iron will Let your imagination fly and make me yours, I want to be a slave to your desires.

you are dangerously unforgettable. Your body and your aroma inhabit my thoughts all day long. You will have been impressed by the dirty things I write to you. Maybe you think my love is a dirty thing. it is, honey, at times

A canvas embedded in you is now my body, completely unwrapped and with no other envelope than your image.. I carry you in me as if I were carrying blood. You go out of yourself to the encounter, recent genesis, and I drink and breathe your exhalation, the branch of your joy.. Where the color of your linked arms is formed, turn the odd ring that contains me. No one is looking for me, no one. I am your wake, I dissolve, little one, in the sweetness that your breast emanates. I am your shadow and mine, I am a detachment from yourself.

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" (ooh, oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again Hit the town, fool around, let's go party You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, Oh, I'm having so much fun Well, Barbie, we're just getting started Oh, I love you, Ken Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah yes) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's

To be in love, my friends, is to find the good name for life.. It's finally finding the words to face death, it's necessary.. It's about recovering the secret key that opens the prison in which the soul is captive.. He rises from the earth with a force that claims from above.. He breathes the wide wind that is above the chair. It is to contemplate, du sommet de la personne, the raison des blessures.. It's to see a true look in the eyes that looks at us. It's to hear his own voice in a deeply repeated mouth.. It is surprising in certain hands that the chaleur du entreprise parfaite. It is suspected that, pour toujours, the solitude of our shadow is vanquished.. To be in love, to be friends, is to discover where the body and the soul meet.. It's to perceive in the desert the crystal voice of a river that calls us. c'est voir la mer depuis la tour where she was left our prisonnier d'enfance. He poses des yeux tristes on a landscape of storks and bells. He occupies a territory where the perfumes and weapons. It's to give the law to every rose and at the same time receive it from his sword.. It's confondre le sentiment avec a feu de joie that rises from the chest. is to rule the light of fire and at the same time be a slave of the flame. It's about understanding the conversation reflected from the heart and distance.. It's to find the way that leads to the kingdom of music without price.. To be in love, my friends, is to own the nights and the days.. It's forgetting between excited fingers the distracted head It's remembering Garcilazo when you smell the song of a forge. It's to read what the people write in space.. The first swallows, it's to see the star of the evening through the window of a peasant house.. It's like watching a train cross the mountain with the lights on.. It's perfectly understandable that there's no border between sleep and wakefulness.. It's ignoring the difference between chagrin and joy.. It's the vagabond at midnight confession of the bruine. It's to see in the darkness of the heart a little light and be in love, les amis, it's to suffer from space and time with sweetness.. It's waking up one morning with the secret of flowers and fruits.. It's to free oneself from self and be united to other creatures.. It's not a question of whether the choices are foreign or yours.. I am so sorry for your loss.. It's remonter to the source of the troubles of the torrent of anguish.. It's time to share the light of the world and at the same time it's time to share your dark night.. It's being amazed and happy that the moon is always the moon. It's to verify body and soul that the task of being a man is less difficult.. It's always to begin to say, and now you never say again.. And it's my friends, to be sure, to have clean hands..

I want to be your song from start to finish I want to touch your lips and be your lipstick Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you The towel you slip on your wet skin I want to be your pillow, your silk duvet Kiss you while you dream and watch you sleep I want to be the sun that comes in and shines on your bed Wakes you up little by little, makes you smile I want to be at the softest touch of your fingers Enter the innermost of your secrets, I want to be the right thing, free or forbidden

On the night of our first kiss, I had the feeling that our relationship would not last long, that you would not take it seriously and that understanding each other would be impossible. But over the months I started to see that you were a box of surprises, very good surprises, and now I can't conceive of a sunrise without seeing your beautiful face by my side.

He will kiss, bite, until we arrive in this little place -serré et secret- who is happy in my presence who advances to receive me and comes to me in all his flaming macho hardness. Then you descend to your legs as firm as your guerrilla convictions, those legs where your waist is with which you come to me with which you support me, those that you emmêles dans la nuit between les miens douce et féminine.

L'homme qui m'aime I must know how to pull the curtains of skin, find the depth of my eyes and I know what is in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness. L'homme qui m'aime He will not want to possess me comme une marchandise, nor expose me comme un trophée de chasse, saura être à mes côtés avec le même amour alors je serai à vos côtés He will not want to possess me comme une marchandise, nor expose me comme un trophée de chasse, saura être à mes côtés avec le même amour alors je serai à vos côtés.

I want to make love to you, memorize your heart with my hands, and slowly tattoo my needs on your skin. I want to make love maybe with a look or maybe just letting my breath penetrate you. I want to make love to you from words, from those sentences that are as exact as the beating of a heart. I want to make love to you and feel your fingers running down my back, savoring this thirst to love you.

Tissing your dreams, of your body not enchevêtré avec le mien, of your head posée sur ma poitrine, of your main tenant what qui n'appartient qu'à toi pendant que tu t'endors, pendant que je tremble encore en ressentant les effets secondaires de ton amour affolé et touché par mes lèvres.. I want the world to disappear behind this door, and you have the pen and paper to take care of your toile et en toi, avec l'encre de mon âme, je peins des paysages d'amour, écris-moi sur ta peau car moi seul sais comment le faire. To make love to you is to make poetry in your body, and words are not necessary until you make me cry your name..

Your skin is immense and robust, and two hands just for it:. I'm not enough, my manoeuvre is limited, my form is short on my energy, my form is short on my energy, and my activity is cut off.. Two hands only to climb your mountains, in the loss of canals and horizons, in the insouciance of caves and plateaus.. Des mains qui défient l'espace et le temps (Hands that defend space and time). If they were ten, they could not stand still in your presence..

A kiss of genoux audacious, of wet and voluptueous lips, impudent hand, trembling fingers, of silhouettes slowly undressed. A kiss that requires many lives to exhaust its fond amoureux, dedaigneux des affections nébuleuses plus orphelin d'épérons than of brides. A kiss I made over the years of manners, lengths and sizes that nobody could deserve.. I bring this kiss for you, absorb it, frisé, expansive, irreverent, parce que je sais que vous and respond.

It demands the touching touch and kiss of the opposite sex in an exclusive bond; but sometimes it demands the counterweight of a third party in the embrace.. Oh, the triangular beauty of the link that unites the man, the lover and the stranger, the former for love, the latter for sex, in simultaneity that deceives no one. And the sensual charm of each lady, granting mutual transfer of voluptuousness, on a bed that three share without interference. Who is more expert in the furtive arts of satisfaction in pleasure than the woman who sees her own parts when exploring another woman's skin? And what better education or school for the inexperienced man, (isn't it all of them?), than to observe all that is revealed in them of exquisiteness, fieryness and manners? There will not be two, although they could be, active, shameless, participants; The third party can stop to see it, or three lovers can simply join in. in continuous rotation, interwoven, live, front and back, without taboos inhibiting the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverse. I will coin my kisses upon kisses that she has left on you, with the flavors that she herself left imprinted in my mouth, but only you will capture my tremors.. and your kisses will fall on the path that she herself printed when caressing me; and they will carry the aroma of it, but your offering will be better, because you have known how to love me. And jealousy? What is it? Can you untangle yourself from the tangle of it? When the hour comes when the purest union is shared, will you be the one who enjoys contemplating, or will you weep? I love you sweet, sensual, tender, lascivious, and I will love you with the imprint of a woman; but with the same imprint on my living skin, will you worship me tomorrow as yesterday?

Just by imagining that your mouth could meet mine, I feel that a secret anguish is suffocating me, and in the desire for tenderness I am tormented. My soul is no more than an ear; My body is all in flames and I am agitated with burning loves, while all my spirit is calling to you. And then I don't understand, in a mad state, this dream of love in which I indulge; if pure blood flows in my veins, Or if instead of blood there is fire.

Just imagining that your mouth can join mine, I feel that a secret anguish s me, and I torment myself with a longing for tenderness. My soul becomes all ears; my body becomes all flame and I stir with burning loves, while my whole spirit calls you. And then I don't understand, in madness, this dream of love to which I surrender; if pure blood runs in my veins, or if instead of blood fire runs.

Just by imagining that your mouth could join mine, I feel that a secret anguish suffocates me, and I am tormented with a desire for tenderness. My soul becomes all hearing; My body becomes all flame and I stir with burning loves, while all my spirit calls you. And then I do not understand, in madness, this dream of love to which I surrender myself; If pure blood flows in my veins, or if instead of blood fire flows.

The confluent person lives confused, he does not know what he wants, he does not know what he feels, he does not see the difference between him and the rest of the world. He doesn't know where she goes and where the other begins.

I'm afraid of the night; the hours are so long and my bed is so big.. I only dream of you in the moments of consciousness, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I reach out to you, and I can't find you. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. What is the use of the angle of the open thighs, what is the use of the double curves of the hips and breasts, if you appear only as a shadow in the shadow, if only my idea and desire impress you? I don't want to do what you should do myself, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of the silky touch, unexpected or new, it misses your sweat, your groaning, the mystery of what you have created so many times in my flesh. , and it always seems so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and I am an orphan and you are absent, when the hunger for sex shakes me with tremors and screams me with desire, I am afraid to do it, because the loneliness that invades me then is never deeper, sadder, more painful, ball, overflows in my night, as if you were not there. that the image of a mirror.

I'm afraid of the night; the hours are so long and my bed is so big.. I only dream of you in the moments of consciousness, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I reach out to you, and I can't find you. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. What is the use of the angle of the open thighs, what is the use of the double curves of the hips and breasts, if you appear only as a shadow in the shadow, if only my idea and my desire imprison you? I don’t want to do what you should do myself, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of the silky touch, unexpected or new, it misses your sweat, your groaning, the mystery of what you have created so many times in my flesh, and it always seems so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and I am an orphan and you are absent, when the hunger for sex shakes me with tremors and screams me with desire, I am afraid to do it, because the loneliness that invades me then is never deeper, sadder, more painful, ball, overflows in my night, as if you were not there. that the image of a mirror.

I need someone who will hold me deeper than I've ever known Whose love feels like a detour Knows how to take control When I'm vulnerable He speaks directly to my soul Conversation overload makes me dizzy Are you someone who can do it? , be kind I noticed she wasn't wearing a ring and I wanted to know if I could ask her out with her. A date. Before I say no, I want you to know that I am an excellent dancer and my intentions are completely dishonorable. There is such a fascinating force in you that I am ready to accuse you too of losing naive beings by seducing them with your splendor..

If any man around you loses his head you won't want to know how much I have. I don't remember what it was like before I met you, but I know I gave you my heart in love. I've never seen a girl as pretty as you, smart, funny and beautiful. I'd love to go out with you and get to know you better..

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at any sight. You must have coffee in your eye, because seeing you keeps me up. It's a magical coincidence that just today, in this very place, we have met. We shouldn't let that happen. What we both dreamed about..

everything goes through intelligence. without intelligent beings there is no seduction. the beauty that can be found in a body has to do with a way of perceiving it, and that is thought. your beauty is comparable to the beauty of flowers and their bright colors in spring. I would like to take care of your heart, as you take care of a flower, with delicacy and tenderness.

A confession: I behaved a little badly today, and I probably deserve a punishment. If only there was someone to do it.... 8. I'm listening to a song that makes me think sexy things about tisi. If you were here, we'd probably make some of them come true.

I need a boost of energy, I feel like something's missing in my life. I mean, you. Between my legs. 4 and 4. If we were together right now, where would you want me to put you?

I'm here, lying in bed and pretty bored. I wish you were here to play with me 😉 3. I need a boost of energy, I feel like something's missing in my life. I mean, you. Between my legs.

At the same time the other hand gently separated his legs and began to climb the old path that he had so often walked in the dark. When a man goes on a date, he wonders if he's going to get lucky. The woman already knows.

You must be impressed by the dirty things I write. Maybe you think my love is a dirty thing. It is, dear, sometimes. My opinion when it comes to pleasure is that you have to use all your senses.

• Perversion is just another art form. It's like painting or drawing or sculpture. Except instead of painting, we perverts use sex as our medium. Come to bed with me: we won't make love, he will

I still think there are only two topics that will be of less interest to a serious mood: sex and death. You can only feel sexually connected to each other when each of you feels connected to yourself..

If I had said that her embrace went beyond the embrace, so much so that in the end its contours were confused, so much so that our flesh disappeared, so much so that we lost our breath devoured her and me by the same bloody and insatiable mouth.

My eyes my eyes drip every time your eyes look at him it's like the birds at noon

I wanna play those nights where you go through my skin nonstop until we're exhausted.

Stay with the one who brings out the best in you and puts the best in you.

Hot I came out I had a very nice afternoon and I ate what I like the most

bbcome make me happy like those days that you go through every part of me you make me feel that called butterflies haha that. I like it so much my eyes shine when you are there

I like motorcycles and you too

i don't have the fault that you like me; it's your fault for having everything i love.

I want you to take control of me, put your mind to flight, I want to please you in every way.

You are like the fire that lights my soul at night, I join in your ashes to go crazy again.

I miss feeling every beat of those that penetrate my skin, making me wet, driving my legs crazy..

That you kiss my mouth softly until you reach my understanding

I am andOurs in every way, even in the smallest sense You make me get wet miles away from you.

I like sensuality I want you to walk over my body slowly just with your tongue make me wet without touching me there

I like it in my mouth. It's very fun.

How you put on those jeans makes my mind spin

. In order to make you smile, I would never stop giving you the best of myself. You are the greatest source of inspiration to live each of my days with intensity and to discover my enormous capacity to love..

I can afford to get innocently excited, to enjoy intensely and to live peacefully. With you I can love in silence, shouting and laughing. with you, love is of all colors.

It's not just the tender words, the caresses and the great moments: our love is also present in every small gesture of kindness, in the peace of silence and in the knowing looks that we spontaneously share..

Our way of loving ourselves is the wisest, because we know that defects, mistakes and insecurities need understanding and patience. We deserve great love just for being human, even if we're not perfect..

“for a kiss from your mouth, I would give you two hugs, three sighs that show four times my joy and in the fifth symphony of my six ardent dreams, seven times I would tell you, eight times that I love you; nine for you I live, ten for you I rise.”

“To travel is to live. We travel to change, not places, but ideas. I like anger be distracted eat ice cream have a good time

I like my bed, but right now I just want to be in yours.

We are going to give ourselves indiscriminately to everything that our passions suggest and we will always be happy. Conscience is not the voice of nature, but only the voice of prejudice..

come, let me see you, let me know you, let me aspire to possess you and have you for myself

Let your imagination fly and make me yours, I want to be a slave to your desires

The two parts of your body that do the dirtiest things are the ones I love the most..

It is not lust, my dear, it is not the brutal madness with which I have written to you these last days and nights, it is not the wild and almost bestial desire for your body, darling, that attracted me to you then. No, dear, it is by no means that, but the most tender, adorable and compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your fragility..

If you're going to leave, let me be in your arms for the last time, let me carry your perfume in every pore of my skin. Let me quench these crazy cravings that I bring from thirst.

experience this tremulous moment once again, have it, know it and let it go, like a captive bird that we feel palpitating under our fingers before releasing it into the air.

I constantly think about you. At night, when I go to bed, it's real torture. I am not going to write to you on this page what fills my thoughts, the madness of desire.

Sex with the person you want so much is, without a doubt, a great celebration, a magical event..

I want to drown in your lips, whisper to you with silent words the desire I feel to be part of you and now. I don't want to wake up.

Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mix with mine, creating the taste of temperament..

Let your imagination fly and make me yours, I want to be a slave to your desires

My opinion when it comes to pleasure is that you have to use all the senses.

Baby girls

Baby, you're the favorite, no one does it like you

I want to give you day and night in the room and in the car

I don't know what it means x

Ready to fall in love

Let's take a walk through your entire body.😇😻

i'm crazy to give you

Because in the past you and I were still together

i thirst for you,

I speak three languages but my favorite language is yours

Hey, hey, darling.

She's one of those women who stand out.

I can't stop dreaming every day you drive my soul crazy

A crime to love you How do I do it this way

You are my weakness

Baby I miss your moans

Let me in like before when you and I were lovers

Hi I love pink

I want to be your little angel

Mmm

For a kiss from the flake I would give anything

Your body calls me

Mmmm

in the bathroom of my house a little sexy

For a walk

in all positions i'm going to give you

You are so exciting. I'm not.

Caress my skin until you wear me out

Thinking about your love

♪ wet kisses ♪

You caress my breasts sweetly

I imagine your sweet lips on my skin covering my entire being 🤤😏

Come and spank me.

i feel very sexy with my panties mmm 😍😋😇

Hello, dear.

mmm of black.

I'm getting this in my face. I'm not.

Mmm, that's rich.😋😍😇

I wanted to tell you that I like you, but to be honest, I love you..