My dreams … (by @Kanguchic)

And i’m here.
As promised.
To describe you my joy.
What you give me the night, when we are you and me, alone.
Alone in my big bed. Me near to.you and togheter satisfied.
I imagined you tonight, as always when I tell you.
You were by my side, but not for a long time, you were in a hurry.
You looked forward to coming under my sheets.
Hurry to slide your hands on my hips and then pull off the black thong.
It lasted a moment.
Just the time you grab him in your hands, and I was naked in front of you.
Have you started to kiss my belly and you come down immediately, with enthusiasm that marks you.
I wanted.
You wanted me to taste.
You wanted to know my taste, and I let myself taste, without shame and without reservation.
Have you put in front of me so I could watch while his hands you started to touch my parts more ‘hidden
and delicate, I feel your excitement, it was your desire for me to enjoy.
You crept gently between my lips, sucking greedily, first, and with his hand after.
I moved the pot belly and I could see you while you were doing to me melted butter in your hands.
My breathing became more ‘strong as your fingers and your tongue varied rhythm.
I was at one with your movements with your regular pace.
A symphony of movements as in a grand finale conductor ends in a roar.
You made me become a raging river, between small cries of lust and breathe liberators. I had no shame, oddly enough, ’cause looking at your face I knew it was what you wanted.
I have fully satisfied, knowing that I would have done the same thing immediately.
I want you.
I want you so much.
Always.
Every night.

Kanguchic.

My dreams … (by @Kanguchic)...