Damn, well you give.
Yes. And then you'll go for a couple. Imagine, you are sitting, listening to a lecture, and inside you, millions of my spermatozoa are actively waving their tails, trying to find your egg.
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Really?
As she later admitted to me that she had never had an orgasm before, not clitoral, not vaginal, but that night, in total, she finished, 12 times and I had a kind of record with her, 6 times a night, so after her I couldn't even get close to him.
Then I wanted her lying down, I dragged her into the room, she didn’t understand what exactly I wanted, but I directed her using it as some kind of object for sex, her eyes shone, I read pleasure and humility in them. He put her face down on the bed and without spreading her legs, adding lubricant, entered again.
Yes OK.
I slowly, very vaguely remembered what it was. It was excruciatingly difficult to start thinking like a person again and to perceive the world around us not as a whole, but with the senses - touch, sight, hearing. The first question that came to my mind was "Who am I?". All this absorbed me so much that I still did not pay any attention to the fact that I was in complete darkness and as if in a void. Without knowing why, I waved my hand, cutting her emptiness. The next moment I felt support under my feet. It would be more correct to say that I just suddenly realized that there was a floor under my feet and I obey my awareness, it instantly became so, although a moment ago there was no floor. The floor was... cold. Yes, cold. It was not the most pleasant sensation and I took a step forward, succumbing to an incomprehensible intuition. Somehow I knew that I had to step forward. My bare foot felt the soft, warm pile of the carpet underneath. It was still dark all around. As soon as I turned my attention to it, the darkness suddenly became not as absolute as before. It began to draw indistinct outlines of something. Along with this, a new feeling came. Strange, but for some reason I felt safe. I sat down on the soft, warm carpet and breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps for the first time in my life. Little by little, still vaguely, at the level of sensations, I remembered what it was like to be in a physical body. Putting my hand on the carpet, I ran my hand over it. It was a familiar feeling, I had already done this a long time ago, in a past life. But something was different now, although I couldn't figure out what it was... I ran my hand over the carpet again, trying to figure out what should be different. Again I felt the friction of my hand on the soft pile of the carpet, the pads of my fingers and ... and something else, unusual. Not only the palm and fingers were rubbing against the carpet, but also something else. Oh yes, those are probably my nails, but they seem to be much longer than they should be.
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