AbbieMyers

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I want to share with you beautiful moments, show you everything I can offer you and make you realize that the love between us can blossom. What do you prefer, a goodnight kiss or a goodnight kiss?

If you look at a silent dancer, her body will be the music.. If you turn on the music, that body becomes an extension of what you're listening to.. You can only be creative if you love life enough to want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring it a little more music, a little more poetry, a little more dance, every dance you do belongs to you.. It's part of your collection.. ¡When he thinks like that, you'll want his next routine to be the best he's ever done!

Love, in all its manifestations, has the power to transform and enrich our lives.. It is a bond that unites us, sustains us during difficult times and multiplies our joys.. On this special day, it's important to remember that love transcends words and is shown in gestures, understanding and mutual support.. May this Valentine's Day be just the beginning of a year full of love, understanding and shared happiness.. it is also the perfect opportunity to tell your partner, your great friend, the boy or girl you like everything you feel for her and here we help you with some short, long phrases, but full of a lot of love to dedicate either via. Time is too slow for those who wait, too fast for those who fear, too long for those who mourn, too short for those who celebrate.. But for those who love, time is eternity. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. On your lips I found the most beautiful words, which I always wanted to hear. In your heart I found the highest flames, with which I always dreamed of warming myself. May our relationship be eternal. I love you. My eyes are guilty of having fallen in love with you.. That's why I'm so grateful to you.. For letting me enjoy your beauty. Thinking about you and knowing that he will arrive every afternoon to see you makes me happy. It's not something fleeting, when you feel pure love it seems like you're floating in the heavens. that's how you make me feel. Today is February 14th and we will celebrate once again the love we have for each other.. Thinking about you and knowing that he will arrive every afternoon to see you makes me happy. It's not something fleeting, when you feel pure love it seems like you're floating in the heavens. that's how you make me feel. Today is February 14th and we will celebrate once again the love we have for each other.. Not all the words that exist are capable of expressing what I feel for you; not every second of countless hours will

almost a child yesterday, mouth inexperienced in words and kisses, armor on breasts and thighs, insecure, like someone timidly knocking on the door. between my arms today the flexibility of your waist awakens in me, offering the barely discovered nudity in sensual ease. You have eaten from the tree of knowledge, and your innocence has vanished; dynamic and gentle, you grow wings. Her gaze has become so emphatic that even looking straight ahead it surrounds me, and from the depths of it you stab me..

almost a child yesterday, mouth inexperienced in words and kisses, armor over breasts and thighs, insecure, like a timid knocker at the door. Between my arms today I awaken the flexibility of your waist, offering in sensual looseness the barely discovered nakedness. You have eaten from the tree of knowledge, and your innocence has vanished; dynamic and gentle, you grow wings. The look has become so round that even looking straight ahead it surrounds me, and from the bottom of it you stab me..

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I think I like you. And I can't help but smile every time I see you. Your chocolate eyes take me to a sea where I get lost, to a dream I don't want to wake up from.."

"I dare not tell you in person, because I know that the moment I look at you my world will be paralyzed. You're perfection personified, the person I've always dreamed of. I want to be by your side and make you the happiest person in the universe.."

I'm afraid of the night; the hours are so long and my bed so big... I only dream with you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of open thighs, what good are the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if you are only imprisoned by my idea and my desire? I don't want to do myself as much as you should, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen or new, it lacks your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you have so many times created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

I am afraid of the night; the hours are so long and my bed is so big.. I only dream of you in conscious moments, but not when I sleep.. And when I wake up, suddenly, I stretch out my hand towards you, and I can't find you.. You return to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. What good is the angle of open thighs, what good is the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if only my idea and my desire imprison you New, it lacks your sweat, your moan, the mystery of what you have created so many times in my flesh.. , and that always seems so current, so unprecedented. When I wake up and I'm orphaned and you're absent, when the hunger for sex shakes me in trembles, and screams lust at me, I'm afraid to do it, because the loneliness that then grips me is never deeper, sadder, more painful, ball, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

Your skin, drum under the walking loop of my hungry, surreptitious fingers, your skin, open to gentle exercises, your skin on my itinerant skin. My skin, penetrating and surrounding, in tracing arcane interstices, my skin, which learns all the trades and exercises them overflowingly in you. Your skin, my skin, two overlapping planes, partly identical and partly opposite, different pieces of intimate gear.. Your skin, loaded silver galleon, my skin, pirate ship overrunner launched at full sail to boarding.

your skin, drum under the walking drumbeat of my hungry, surreptitious fingers, your skin, open to gentle exercises, your skin on my itinerant skin. My skin, penetrating and surrounding, in search of arcane interstices, my skin, which learns all trades and exercises them overflowingly in you. your skin, my skin, two superimposed planes, partly identical and partly opposite, diverse pieces of intimate gear. your skin, loaded silver galleon, my skin, overwhelming pirate ship launched in full sail to board.

Just to imagine that your mouth can join mine, I feel that a secret anguish suffocates me, and in a longing for tenderness I torment myself... My soul becomes my whole ear; my body becomes my whole flame and I stir with burning loves, while my whole spirit calls to you. And then I do not understand, in madness, this dream of love to which I give myself; whether pure blood runs in my veins, or whether instead of blood runs 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 do not 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 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.

It demands the touch, rubbing and kissing of the opposite sex in exclusive bond; but sometimes it demands the counterweight of a third party in the embrace.. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, one for love, one for sex, simultaneously that no one cheats. And the sensual charm of each lady, granting each other transfer of voluptuousness, over a bed that three share without interference.. ¿Who better at the stealth arts of pleasure gratification than the woman who sees her own parts when exploring another woman's skin? And what better education or school for the inexperienced man, (are they not all? ), to see how much exquisiteness, fire and manners are revealed in them? There will be no two, though they might be, active, shameless, participants; the third may stop to watch, or simply join three lovers. In continuous rotation, interwoven, live, backwards and forwards, without taboos, repressing the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverse.. I'll coin my kisses over kisses she's left in you, with the flavors she herself left in my mouth printed, but only you will catch my trembling.. And your kisses will fall on the path she herself has traced by caressing me. And they will carry her fragrance, but your offering will be better, because you have known how to love me.. ¿What about jealousy? Can you untangle yourself from their tangles? When the time comes when the purest union is shared, will you be the one to enjoy contemplating, or the one to weep? I love you sweet, sensual, tender, lustful, 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?

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?

Exige du toucher, du toucher et un baiser du sexe opposé en lien exclusif; mais parfois cela demande un contrepoids d'un tiers dans l'étreinte (exige the touch, the touch and the kiss of the opposite sex in exclusive connection); but sometimes it requires a counterpoids of a third in the embrace. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, to the one for love, to the one for sex, in a simultaneity that deceives no one.. And the charm of every woman, to grant a mutual transfer of pleasure, upon a bed that three share without interference.. Who is more expert in the art of pleasure than the woman who sees her own parties by exploring the skin of another woman, and what better education or school for the inexperienced man? n'y en aura pas deux, même s'ils pouvaient l'être, des participants actifs et sans honte; le tiers peut-il s'arrêter pour le voir, or rejoignez simplement trois amoureux. The third can stop to see, or join simply three lovers.. Continuously rotating, intertwined, live, front and back, without taboos inhibiting the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverted. I'll invent my kisses on the kisses she left in you, with the flavors she left her own imprints in my mouth, but you alone perceive my trembling.. And thy kisses shall fall upon the way which she herself printed when she caressed me; and they shall bring her fragrance, but thy offering shall be better, because thou hast her love for me.. And the jealousy can te-démetre-t'ou de ses enchevêtrements when le temps viendra où se partage l'union la plus pure, will you be celui qui aime contempler ou qui pleureje t'aime doux, sensuel, tendre, lascif, and I will love you with the imprint of a femme; but with the same imprint on my living skin, you will adore me. Tomorrow as yesterday?

A kiss of bold knees, of wet, voluptuous lips, impudent hand, trembling fingers, figures slowly undressed. Kissing requires several lives to exhaust its love funds, disdainful of nebulous affections more orphaned by spurs than by flanges. A kiss I've manufactured over many years in ways, lengths and sizes no one was able to deserve. I bring this kiss for you, absorbing, curly, expansive, irreverent, because I know you're gonna answer it..

A kiss with daring knees, with moist, voluptuous lips, impudent hands, trembling fingers, slowly undressed figures. A kiss that requires several lives to exhaust its loving funds, disdainful of nebulous affections more orphaned of spurs than of bridles. Kiss that I have made over many years in ways, lengths and sizes that no one was able to deserve. I bring this kiss for you, absorbing, frizzy, expansive, irreverent, because I know you are going to respond.

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.

Your skin is so immense, and rugged, and two hands just for it: for the Milky Way, a star, for the sea, a salty tear. How insufficient I am, how limited my manoeuvre in you; how my form tramples over my energy, and cuts and seals the activity that is born snatched away. Only two hands to climb your mountains, in loss of channels and horizons, in neglect of caves and plateaus. Hands that defy space and time. If there were ten of them, they wouldn't be able to sit still in your presence either.

Your skin is so immense, and rugged, and two hands just for it: for the milky way, a star, for the sea, a salty tear. How insufficient I am, how limited my maneuver in you; how my form tramples on my energy, and cuts and seals the activity that is born snatched away. only two hands to climb your mountains, in loss of channels and horizons, in neglect of caves and plateaus. Hands that challenge space and time. If there were ten of them, they wouldn't be able to remain still in your presence either..

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..

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuousness of your figure; you are the echo of my voice, the dark carnal desire that alone feasts you. Shadow in the twilight that will not let me girdle the circle of its waist, shadow that, chasing it, hurries, deaf to the cry of my incessant complaint. Before the mirror, utopian window to your world in absence, how close and how far you are, my beloved. Glass that draws us together and separates us that hides the warmth of your face, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuosity of your figure; you are the echo of my voice, the dark carnal desire that alone celebrates you. Shadow that in the darkness does not allow me to wrap the circle around her waist, shadow that, when chasing her, rushes forward, deaf to the clamor of my incessant complaint. Before the mirror, utopian window to your world in absence, how close and how far you are, my beloved. Crystal that brings us closer and separates us that hides the warmth of your face, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuousness of your silhouette; you are the echo of my voice, le sombre gain charnel sombre et charnel qui seul te célèbre. A shadow that, in the half-light, does not let me see the circle of your waist, a shadow that hastens in pursuit, deaf to the clamor of my incessant lament. devant le miroir, fenêtre utopique de ton monde en absence, comme tu es proche et combien tu es loin, ma bien-aimée. I was born in the city of Paris, but I was born in Paris.. Qui nous voit rapprocher et nous sépare qui cache la chaleur de ton visage, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

I want my red buttocks like my panties 🍑

I want my buttocks red like my pantyhose 🍑

I want my asses to be red like my tights. 🍑

Beautiful curves in black lingerie, waiting for someone to please her. 💦

Beautiful curves dressed in black lingerie, eagerly waiting for whoever pleases her 💦

You're dressed in black lingerie, waiting ferrocement for someone to make you happy. 💦

A beautiful Latina with a desire to have fun and create new experiences, complacent and very hot.🔥😈

A beautiful Latina who wants to have fun and create new experiences, accommodating and very hot.🔥😈

A beautiful Latin woman desiring to have fun and to create new experiences, pleasant and very hot.🔥😈.

«When I'm happy, I have this crazy desire to share it with everyone I meet, but I'd be a lot happier if you gave me one of those loud kisses that you like to give me so much. "They remind me of the song of the canaries."

Welcome to my world, come and share many adventures with me, I am a tender, sexy and fun girl, I have a lot to show you ♥

I am a shy girl, somewhat serious, with me you will find an interesting conversation, I try to be as accommodating as possible in our intimate moments. I love sex, connecting with someone who makes me feel new experiences, I like older men, but I also connect with people my age..

Are you ready to experience high doses of pleasure? You came to the right place, I am everything you are looking for in a woman..

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

«May your heart make mine grow until it bursts. ♪ Get me out of here ♪.”

It's my fault that I like you, if you're the one who has everything I like. I just saw how attractive you are, and I would like to know if your personality is also attractive.

I'm not sure if I'm your type, but why don't we give ourselves a chance to find out?

You are very similar to my favorite drink, because I crave you all the time..

Those desires that I have for you don't collaborate, when I am with you I don't measure time, your face your body, your flow drives me crazy.

I love feeling you on top of me and giving you a lot of pleasure, you there and I here thinking about each other, from afar telling us our fantasies.

I spent the evening in your thoughts, I sighed in your memory, I dined with your paintings hanging on my table, I showered with the hormones stirring; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire lurked in my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I buried myself desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking I dreamed three dreams. The first one was when we met.. , The second was with your body, and the third was with burning moments; my body rose wet with desire, I woke up to the sound of pulsations heightened like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and in my agitated breath I cried out your name, yes.. I'm that man.♥

I've spent the evening in your thoughts, I've sighed in your memory, I've dined with your pictures hanging around my table, I've showered with my restless hormones; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire hunted down my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I sank desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking of you and had three dreams: The first was when we met, the second was with your body, and the third with burning moments; my body woke up wet from desire, I woke up to the sound of palpitations increased like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and between my restless breathing I cried out your name, yes.. I am this man.

Who was born to love you. I need you. of vous souhaiter…

I'm alone, my body is at you I'm leaking your breasts I'm molds your tits You excite me You excite me with your moaning I've opened your most precious gift what's it and a au milieu de tes jambes I suce ton élixir I present you and I'ejacule encore et encore et tes gémissements deviennent sans fin.. alone you, me my body yours I lick your breasts I bite your nipples you excite me you excite me with your moan I open your most valuable gift what's in the middle of your legs I suck your elixir I introduce it and ejaculate again and again and your moan becomes endless.

♪ You, me, my body is yours ♪ ♪ I love your breasts ♪ ♪ I bite your nipples ♪.. Only you, me, my body, your body I lick your breasts I bite your nipples You turn me on You turn me on with your moaning I open your most precious gift What's between your legs I suck your elixir I stick it in you and ejaculate it over and over and your moaning becomes endless.

Only you, i my body is yours I lick your breasts I bite your nipples you excite me you excite me with your moan I open your most precious gift what is in the middle of your legs I suck your elixir I present it and i ejaculate again and again and your moans are they come back endlessly.. only you, i, my body of yours, i lick your breasts, i bite your nipples, you excite me, you excite me with your moan, i open your most valuable gift, what is in the middle of your legs, i suck your elixir, i introduce it to you and i ejaculate once. And again and your moan becomes endless.

l'homme qui m'aime il faut savoir tirer les rideaux de peau, find the depth of my eyes et je sais ce qui se niche en moi, l'hirondelle transparent of tendresse I'm not going to lie to you, I'm not going to lie to you. 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. The man who loves me you must know how to draw the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness. The man who loves me he doesn't want to possess me like a commodity, nor display myself like a hunting trophy, will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by

The man who loves me must know how to uncover the curtains of my skin, find the depths of my eyes and know what's nesting inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me as a commodity, nor exhibit me as a hunting trophy, he will know to stand by me with the same love so I will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to run the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what's nesting in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to own me like a commodity, nor exhibit me like a hunting trophy, he will know to be by my side with the same love so I will be by my side.

The man who loves me has to know how to draw back the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to draw the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by my side.

I want to be that place where you run away when you don't know where to go. I want to be that place where you escape when you don't know where to go anymore. Je veux être ce lieu où vous vous échappez when you don't know where to go anymore

Don't wish me good night, give them to me, give them to me, give them to me.

Quiero a un hombre que me apoye en todo... En la mesa, en la pared, en las escaleras... I want a man who will support me in everything. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs. I want a man who will support me in everything. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs.

I would like to be a pirate, not for the gold or the silver, but for that treasure that you have between your legs. I would like to be a pirate, not for gold or silver, but for that treasure you have between your lege

A few stolen moments is all that we shared You've got your family and they need you there Though I try to resist being last on your list But no other man's going to do So I'm saving all my love for you It's not very easy living all alone My friends try and tell me find a man of my own But each time I try, I just break down and cry 'Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue

So I'm saving all my love for you You used to tell me we'd run away together Love gives you the right to be free You said be patient, just wait a little longer But that's just an old fantasy

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say hello Little did I know that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet And I was crying on the staircase Begging you:

And I said: Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes so I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet 'cause we're dead If they knew so close your eyes escape this town for a little While, uh, oh 'cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said: stay away from Juliet but you were everything to me

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble lashes and diamonds, ATM machines buy myself all of my favorite thingsbeen through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch who woulda thought it'd turn me into a savage?

Rather be tied up with cuffs and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yes. My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossin' Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin' You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it