eimy-ambani

I have the taste of a coffee in the afternoon: warm, daring and a little sweet.rMy lips keep the echo of red fruits, of secrets that melt slowly.rWhen I approach, they not only look at me: they imagine me.rAnd I let them do it. Fantasy with curious tongues touring my skin,rwith being fixed look while slowly open my legs.rI want the desire to have no pause,rThey tell me dirty things to the ear while groaning his name. Fantasy with curious tongues touring my skin,rwith being fixed look while slowly open my legs.rI want the desire to have no pause,rThey tell me dirty things to the ear while groaning his name.