PeytonGray

Peyton Gray

Bonjour, my name is Peyton Gray, a young educated woman, travailleuse, full of energy and many projects for the future, I was born in Colombia on August 24, I live with my family, I am a fourth-semester student in finance. I'm also a model, a profession that completely satisfies me..

I consider myself a woman fighter, a brave, educated and respected worker, because without respect none of these virtues would be valid.. The fact of having all these qualities does not mean that I am a cold woman without sexual appetite, on the contrary, le sexe est ma passion, I like erotic dances, costumes, oral sex, I like to touch and explore my body, but I like it too I like to see how they touch for me and I like to provoke, it's exciting to see everything that can be done with just a dance, a good conversation or a good kiss.

your life is your life don't let it be beaten up until wet submission stay vigilant there are exits there's a light somewhere it may not be a great light but conquer the darkness Stay vigilant the gods will offer you opportunities know how to seize them seize them we can not defeat death, but we can defeat death in life we can defeat death in life, sometimes and more often you will learn to do it more there will be light your life is your life Know it as long as you have it you are wonderful the gods are waiting to delight in you.

I like to go out in shopping malls, go to the beach, meet new people, dance, sing, study and more, I like to make love. I love watching TV shows, walking with my family, sharing with them, sharing with my friends and enjoying a good cocktail and good music. My favourite dish is oriental rice and my favourite ice cream is passion fruit..

I hate when they believe in me and demand things from me in a negative way. I like to be treated with love, respect, patience and passion, much of passion..

A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if the inexhaustible fire of your black ally is hatred or love. You will accompany me as long as my body will shade my body and the sand will remain in my sandal. Do you thirst or water on my way?

If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't love me at all. No memories, no omens: only the present, the song. No silence, no words: your voice, alone, alone, speaks to me. No hands, no lips: just two bodies, far away, separated. No light, no darkness, no eyes, no gaze: the vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, finally no joy, no sorrow, no heaven or earth, no up, no down, no life or death, nothing but love, only love.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I'm never without it. (Wherever I go you go my love; And wherever I do what I do alone it's because of you, my love). I'm not afraid of fate (because you're my destiny, my love). I don't want a world (because beautiful you are my world, my good). It's the deepest secret that no one knows.. (It is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope.. or that the mind can't hide it) It's the wonder that separates the stars I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)).

I offer thee among the grapes, the green bouquets and the roses, my naïve heart that humbles itself before thy goodness; let not thy loving hands tear it, thy eyes rejoice in my simple gift.. In the shaded garden, my body is tired, the morning auras covered with rose;. When in my temples the divine tempest is calmed, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding-day, my sleepy front, to the rhythm of your last kisses.. My land? You are my land. My people, my people, it's you. Banishment and death for me are where you're not there. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you?

If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't like me at all! Hang on to your dreams because if dreams die life is like a bird with broken wings unable to fly. Hold on to your dreams because if dreams disappear life is like a barren field covered with frost.

Bite me sweet for your mouth I want to be sugar cotton candy. Take me on your lips, press your teeth, make me melt on your tongue and mix with your saliva because I want to sweeten every taste bud. Taste my sweetness and eagerly you eat me, consume me, devour me, as if I were the forbidden fruit, the apple of sin. And finally drink my sweetness in small sips like fresh water the fresh water of summer and let me flow between your breasts until I soak you all. Soak up me without fearing anything, I want to be the brandy of your poetry, for your bitter mouth a tasty ambrosia.

I don't care if women have breasts like magnolias or sultanas; a peach or sandpaper complexion. I don't care if they wake up with an aphrodisiac or insecticide breath. or an insecticide breath. I am perfectly capable of bearing a nose that would win the first prize at a carrot exhibition; but it is just that! -and in this I am uncompromising - I will not forgive them, under any pretext whatsoever, for not knowing how to fly. If they can't fly, those who try to seduce me are wasting their time!
Close your eyes as my hands get acquainted with your body, your heart rate accelerates but calm down I haven't yet reached the place they want to go while my lips bump into your pink and hot nipples and your body bends to sensuality in bed my hands are always there to run through your hot body. You moan with passion while I delight in the taste of vanilla that inhabits your skin, calm, do not open your eyes please, let me finish my rite, my fingers have reached the place where they wanted to go, I feel them rub your clitoris that hardens and your moans fill me with pleasure, pleasure that then drowns in my lips and between my fingers that burst.

My tactic is to watch you learn as you are to love you as you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you to build with words an indestructible bridge my tactic is to stay in your memory I don't know how and I don't know either under what pretext but to stay in you my tactic is to be frank and to know that you are frank and that we don't sell simulacres so that between us there is no curtain or abyss my strategy is on the other hand deeper and simpler simpler my strategy is that one day I don't know how and I don't know either under what pretext finally you need me.

You emerge from the telluric moment when, like the wind in the roots you emote me, you shake me, you bless me, you choose me in your idyllic torment. And I don't wait for any sign, I present my simple credentials, without nuances and I indulge in your games of slipping To be your whole or your fragment. I tremble and my voice breaks in disorder when you burn softly on my knees, you kill me with desire, kiss after kiss, and I who am only a human, in every kiss, in every desire, in every fury, in every embrace I become god, my goddess, I confess it.

Your ardent gaze, your feline gait, your hands like warm roses, your heart of night and summer, comes out of its retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be the fertile land of spring and the destiny of my ships without name, obscure sailboats that rise gently and slowly through the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant niches with my greenhouses wrapped in sweet clusters to approach and make mine your murderers to be with you nails and flesh in this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of chichis and wet births, of soft arms and hugs in the precipice, which sink and bury passionately the roots in the fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

I want to ride your body and merge into your silhouette. I want to ride it at a slow pace that only your soul can feel me. Breathing the rich aroma of your skin that shivers with a tender caress of my blessed hand. Sailing to your belly by the fleshly fluids, which, like hot springs, wait with insane impatience to be captured.. by a kiss from my mouth. I'll tear a groan, a sigh, a breath and softly in your ear.. To tell you how much I love you.

My land? You are my land. My people? My people are you. Banishment and death for me are where you are not. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you? I give you this flower hug that now surrounds your waist I engraved it with the freshest of my thoughts With the immense love that others might want It's up to me / you to make it shine That its glow does not die His language.

Loving is that shy silence near you, without you knowing it, and remembering your voice when you leave and feeling the warmth of your salvation. To love is to wait for you as if you were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, so that we can be alone between games and stories on the dry land. I don't want to die without hearing your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other shores. I don't want to die with this inconsolability by the infinite arch of this sad dome where your dreams dwell in the noon sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.

When you come to love, if you have not loved, you will know that in this world it is the greatest and deepest of the pains of being both happy and unhappy. Corollaire: l'amour est un abîme d'ombre et de lumière, of poetry and prose of light and of shadow, of poetry and of prose, and where one does the most cherished thing which is to laugh and to weep at the same time. The worst, the most terrible thing is that it's impossible to live without him..

Au cœur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spiralée et résonnante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui, dans le corps, nous sonde le plus, Dans le mot qui parle le plus doucement, Dans la racine qui descend le plus, qui se cache le plus, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et je déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, de la fin, de l'intimité.

Friendship is love in serenity. Friends talk to each other when they're quietest. If the silence breaks, the friend answers my own thought that he also hides. If he begins, I continue the course of his idea; neither of us formulates it nor creates it. we feel that there is something higher that guides us and realizes the unity of our company.. And we are led to think deeply, and to attain certainty in uncertain life; And we know that beyond appearances there is a knowledge beyond sciences. That's why I seek to have a friend by my side who understands what I say in silence.

I feel you, skin to skin, sharing aromas that awaken desire. My lips run down your back. My body lights up.. I want your body. My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your butt, your hands take hold of it.. You're caressing her.. you masturbate her while my mouth moans with pleasure at the touch of your fingers.. You lay me down and your hand guides me inside your thighs.. The gentle swing of your hips soaks my sex while my lips devour your breasts. You put your breasts against my chest, your sex swallows my cock, you feel me on the edge.. You're having fun... You are flooded with desire.
If your flesh in my hands is resurrected, if your voice is so liquid in my mouth and I drink you inviting you to ecstasy so that you foam in my rock. If my tongue draws, traces and screams on your skin a sea of thirst that invokes a bird's insanity that chirping and takes its flight and its gift when it touches you. No, there will be no mercy in this war because there is no resurrection without our "little death" that gives us life, and I would like to be your land first your banner, your sign and your obsession and love you without reason and without measure.

you want to. I envy the hands that caress your body because they can climb along your shoulders and neck with divine caresses and tangle in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the voluptuousness of your breasts Because they can descend along your perfect belly and reach the corner of the exquisite truth and bring you the glory of infinite pleasure. Because I know in advance the distance that separates you from me, I can't help myself.. to envy these hands!

I thought of you, in your hair that the world of the shadow would send, and I've got a point of my life and I've wanted to dream that you were to me. I walk on the earth with high eyes, oh, my empressment, at such a height, that in a rage of rage or a miserable redness, the human creature lights them up.. Vivre: -This miserable search, this good farouche, and all l'être dans mon âme se reflète, Et cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi.. With my lyrics, I fornicate your mind as my body would. You read me, you think of me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running on you, dirty your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you exude imagining that it's me who owns you. And you offer me to me, and in your mind I own you. With these letters alone, I make you mine as I desire it so much.

Thinking of you.. Skin to skin. I breathe the smell of your body and I feel your hands that caress me. I feel them running on me, hot to the touch. Our lips meet.. You're eating.. You play.. in the tongues.. All of them... My hands are searching for your breasts that are sinking in my chest.. My fingers are enjoued on your nipples, and the gems of your lips are springing forth... You're laying me down and I feel your wet sex swallow my bite. Your moves with your movements are sweet and your breasts demand my kisses. I devour them while your pelvis accelerates their movement. I feel your sex contract. It is gémissements montent. I feel you joir et jaillir, I deverse myself, making silence my groans in joignant thy lips to mine.

We're so naked until we lose our sex under the bed, we got so naked that flies swore we were dead. I undressed you inside, I undressed you so deep that my orgasm went astray. We undressed each other so much that we felt the burning, that a hundred times the lava came back to hide us. I'll take it, first a foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, your works, the port of paradise, I moisten it.. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. Mes mains montent tandis que ma bouche descend, you bite your lips, I feel that you love ça et j'ai envie d'arrêter. Your skin is soft like a satin cloth, I feel the touch of your fingers, I carry them to your mouth, I moult them and they enter to give you pleasure, doucement, lentement, then I increase the speed. I stop and I kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I penetrate you again, I feel your nails on my back, I hear your groans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I envy you more and more.. I want to finish, let's do it together.. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more paradise as it rained on top..

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, to drink on your thighs a breath of life and wet everything, and wet everything. You seduce me, you take me away in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I plunge my lightning like a Zeus of lasciviousness, like a faceless god, looking for your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and wet everything. Take advantage of me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, breaks and I spring and I come out, I flood you and I fill your garden, your labyrinth, where I lose myself and hide myself to ignite you and wet everything, and wet everything.

The heat of the night, my hair occupying your pillow, the silence of our bodies. You mix your fingers in my hair, I give you a hug. Your eyes shine, my reflection in your pupil, the desire that awakens, seize us. We feel the warmth of our hands on our skin. The ripple of our bodies, the humidity of our kisses, endless threads unite us and we look at each other forever.

Kiss me without warning. Let's play kisses, if you're tired you lose. Kiss me slowly. Kiss me and tickle my heart. Kiss me and let him see all the sunlight in your eyes. Kiss me, I know you want it. Kiss me again and again and again. Kiss me, in your kiss I want to feel your heart beat. Kiss me and with your kisses fill my life with new fantasies. Kiss me briefly and let it be forever. Kiss me and awaken my desire. That your kisses call my lips. And kiss me so I can surrender.