Yesterday morning was a night-flavored, soft, fresh and with an addition detective that ran through my veins, producing an unbearable itch.
My tongue recalled an intense flavor and exquisitely penetrating lewd. Had to figure out who he was, that it broke my sheets and left them their aroma. And his body left an imprint on my skin scattered trembling, so piercing, that after the morning shower, I could not get disappeared. And in my hands, left the master's touch and the touch immodest. And his kisses watered my leaving an oasis of flavors and textures. And the fear of forgetting that memory, warned inquisitorial to my neurons, and forced my body of flesh ... to walk barefoot and wrapped in his shirt. With a detective addiction galloping through my veins. *
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