Her naked legs were brushing his back. He was writing an article while, unconsciously, his mind compared her long legs with the legs of a young horse. He closed his eyes and imagined her perfect silhouette running against the wind.
She caressed his shoulders sftly and, spelling her name slowly, she presented herself using the most detailed way. Her arms were crossed so as to provide him a really warm hug.
She presented also her skin.
2 comentaris:
Anem a vore, pero bueno, quina calentura m'ha entrat de repent, jaja. No tinc paraules per a descriure eixe mini relat semi erótic, semi amorós que ens has oferit als que et llegim.
La de la foto eres tu?
Que en va ser de la tímida Mireia?
Per a quan un altra entrega?
Per qué pregunte tant?
Un beset.
Is it your leg?
Well...
Uh..
:)
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