IT'S IN THE WEE HOURS

They say that in the wee hours of the darkness of the night, when it's so quiet that you could hear your own voice speaking to you. THROUGH the process of your heart beats of your own heart and mind. But yet you know it's kind of funny, when you think about it, in an special way. THAT you can smell the aroma of her scent against her flesh, burning hot as you feel the warmth of her skin against your skin. So pure with desires that connects you to the joys of the illusions, that fills you with an stimulation of touch. A WONDERFUL deep feeling as it flows across your skin, just like a sensitive wave gentle to the touch of the skin on a hot summer night. For even as an sensual dream of ultra sound waves, that ripples through the night air blowing off the northern seas. Makes sense to be able to see the full perspective of the illusions, that has came to the darkness of the night, before the early dawn sunrise majestic making me want you even more in the heat of the night...WOLF BAY 33 🐺🔥🔥🔥