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chapter 1 sight
You could leave all you secretes hidden, darling. If i get a hint I'll be prompt for an taste of a you, I'll never get enough to satisfy him, it my desire. Turn from the primitive dark dreams, where what is never seem to making an livable bliss. The
early in the day were from the leaf which rest upon the tree top to the leaf which lay on earth floor dew would rest as your eyes dressed by the sandman from his nighty travels. The slinky
garment clung to your body, caressing her smooth flesh. Through the semitransparent
silken material, the dark circles of your tit tips could be seen and, farther down, the triangular outline of her cunt mound so tantalizingly hinting at an need, an want..... But i guess would not pay no attention to this seductive moment. Like an enthusiastic amateur most man cant imagine a sight like this, so anxious to start stalking that elusive cunt that roam the depth of the forest near parallel hills. Like the first day in the world my eyes are open to it all that they had been there. Rather already dressed, wearing a flannel shirt and corduroy trousers and sturdy walking shoes, water bottle slung around my neck. I'll come through like the last boy scout. Don't shy away give me that look of annoyance. As if the horny freak the night before, who not had their usual bedtime fuck, already been up by the time that the normal person awake, I'll walk in as if sorry to be late though you hadn't had a morning fuck, or better yet treated right for some time thus feeling horny. I come out to explore the woods, For though awake i can tell the arch hit to leave your back, tits thrusting outward temptingly toward would seem for me and giving them lush hips a suggestive twist. Must you go out so soon? Early morning is the best time to taste the dew of your forest, i would rather travel to find that rose bud i see laid as if peaking outward. Yet it would seem I'm a to peaky or wanting, but i say not many realize what I'm implying. I don't wanna just jump in your heated forest, probably lie up during the heat of the wild, No, no, No..... I wanna be lucky enough to found by the pond. If the licky of that sticky you wonder, see now here you learning. Soon to be feeling that juicy object simmering
between your hills crossing. Don't sigh, resigning yourself to another fuck-less morning of frustration. We'll get to that for sure.
early in the day were from the leaf which rest upon the tree top to the leaf which lay on earth floor dew would rest as your eyes dressed by the sandman from his nighty travels. The slinky
garment clung to your body, caressing her smooth flesh. Through the semitransparent
silken material, the dark circles of your tit tips could be seen and, farther down, the triangular outline of her cunt mound so tantalizingly hinting at an need, an want..... But i guess would not pay no attention to this seductive moment. Like an enthusiastic amateur most man cant imagine a sight like this, so anxious to start stalking that elusive cunt that roam the depth of the forest near parallel hills. Like the first day in the world my eyes are open to it all that they had been there. Rather already dressed, wearing a flannel shirt and corduroy trousers and sturdy walking shoes, water bottle slung around my neck. I'll come through like the last boy scout. Don't shy away give me that look of annoyance. As if the horny freak the night before, who not had their usual bedtime fuck, already been up by the time that the normal person awake, I'll walk in as if sorry to be late though you hadn't had a morning fuck, or better yet treated right for some time thus feeling horny. I come out to explore the woods, For though awake i can tell the arch hit to leave your back, tits thrusting outward temptingly toward would seem for me and giving them lush hips a suggestive twist. Must you go out so soon? Early morning is the best time to taste the dew of your forest, i would rather travel to find that rose bud i see laid as if peaking outward. Yet it would seem I'm a to peaky or wanting, but i say not many realize what I'm implying. I don't wanna just jump in your heated forest, probably lie up during the heat of the wild, No, no, No..... I wanna be lucky enough to found by the pond. If the licky of that sticky you wonder, see now here you learning. Soon to be feeling that juicy object simmering
between your hills crossing. Don't sigh, resigning yourself to another fuck-less morning of frustration. We'll get to that for sure.
Published 8th Mar 2015
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