Why do we come here? We all have different reasons why we are here on the Internet: someone just like that ... plays out of boredom, someone tries to forget, to get away from the real. But the result is the same: here we meet, communicate, fall in love, become attached to each other, part, experience pain and disappointment. We live here.

I was like that too, until one day I met you.

We chatted, laughed, you gave me so much tenderness and affection ... and gradually I began to realize that I was looking for communication only with you ... I know that we are little acquainted ... but still ...

Every evening I run here, to the monitor... I know... it's stupid!

But when you come here, I want to cuddle up to you, feel the warmth, hear the beating of your heart and, touching your lips to your chest, whisper "I missed you ... I was waiting for ..." ... and sliding your hands over your shoulders up ... over your neck, raise your eyes and clinging to your lips to give an unforgettable kiss ... so hot, passionate ... from which the world will fly away ... catching your lips with your lips and hearing in response: "I missed you ... and today you are all mine ... all .. ."

To feel how your palms confidently touch my chest, squeezing a little... I suddenly try to break free, but you imperiously seat me astride you and here it is... this desire... I will feel how it grows...

Your hand will confidently slide under my skirt and find the tubercle... lightly stroking it, making it moisturize and emit fragrance, you will feel how your lips begin to swell from your caresses and tremble from your touch... you will hear how a sensual moan escapes my lips "mmmm. .." and this will mean that I'm ready ... ready to give myself to you ...

Your skillful and powerful fingers will penetrate me ... feeling how I light up inside ... how tightly wrapping my walls around them I begin to tremble ... burn and whisper "Darling ... more ... I want ..." my eyes are clouded ...

I'll rise a little and you will release your cock... so that I can let it into my flaming bosom...

Your hands will squeeze my breasts... your fingers will torment hard nipples, I would almost start moving, but you will stop me and there will be only caresses of the nipples, breaking the cry and tormenting pleasure from slight pain...

I will beg you... to ask you to give pleasure to my hot slit, but it's useless... you will caress my chest and look into my eyes, enjoying my longing...

The bosom will tightly squeeze the cock inside... feeling how the head slightly tickles my bottom... light, barely noticeable movements of the hips... all this deprives you of the last drops of composure...

And suddenly "Oh God!"... roaring with excitement you will finally allow me this frenzied dance of love, digging your fingers into my hips and maintaining the rhythm... and only screaming... and belittling "More!... more!. .. Yeees!"...

And here it is!... bestial roar!... pinnacle of bliss... where souls merge together... where there is only pleasure and ecstasy...



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