That cashmere guy ....with one look at him your thoughts become R rated and your not ashamed of it. That ****** that you secretly crushing on, hoping that he looks through you and sees what’s written all over you, but instead your the one that gets lost in his crystal clear eyes. You can be sonorous sometimes when he comes around you , you become maladroit . Along the way you dropped some soothing songs hoping that they may leave a mark that unravels. His pieces are hard to find, but all puzzles come together at the end.If only he could pay attention to your heartbeat when he embraces you, how you become moist with just a kiss on your cheek.  You are willing to break your spirit so you can feel him in but that’s a tragedy because you are not meant to be.

She undressed and laid herself on the bottom of the sea, she took her index finger and ******* and placed them in her watery mouth. Delicately she brushed her fingers all over her ******* , adding more ****** to her ****. Her physique began shuddering with pleasure. He kept spying on her to find out if he will be part of her satisfaction, to find out wether he will revive her from the inside. So she whispered to him in her wet voice “ love me in extremes” love me crazy wild “ but also impale my soul gently “. He stripped her down with kisses ,She opened her limbs widely that she felt a cold breeze around her *****, then she whispered again “between my legs is where you belong. He couldn’t stop glaring at her wavy motions, he wondered if it was time to dance his tongue around her ****. She became moistened with his warm breath,her inner lips were inflamed that he soothed her with his rod, diving into her pool of moisture. He rubbed her gently in rotation with his hand on her neck , he kept branding his name in her core until She rained his face with her love juice. “Do you want more”? He asked......

Every time she walked to him, her face turned into a scarlet of shame. She found him more enthralling because of that wispy wool grey hair, that whenever his in the sun they bright up like diamonds. He always had on those cream pants that flattered his tone exquisitely. And his shirts.....always white like a snow blanket that when he cuddled her into his arms she felt every blood drop in his stream. His enlightenment to her, has always been intoxicating, that without them she’d be lost in a land of silence. When he steams off,  she glares upon him with excitement because that’s where she sees his ambition to build an empire .where she sees his ambition to build an empire .