Riples hardness wetness

talk about him and his
For me his riples were his rays of light from his eyes that stares into me

His hardness is the rough touch that frictioned against my hand and still the body pain hurts me

Wetness making me pregnant every other baby to give rise to new

Stop it he says

Then me with eyes wide open not to miss his looks
Mouth with my lips biting as if his'
Legs touching his as if he is cuddl8ng me with his body


We enjoyed each other presence in a gap less vaccum but how about when he pierces into me with his body into my core of infinte with his endless hardened sword

Imagine is it necessary in this 21 century
For hearts that make their dreams true without crossing boundary of bad wrong cunningness

Our innocence blameless affair for he made me to wait to keep his promise
Here we go we are together victory won
Shortcuts do fail in frustration
Patience teaches gives makes everything possible
We show from time immemorial true l9ce wins no matter its laila majnoo romeo juliet mother father wife husband jessy jacob i and he its we making our baby never we scare what genes we carry.in our dna if that then our parents woild hav never givem rise to us who made a history victory to show the world god and goddess in human form we born.


Poor people doesnt know who we are hail themselves something be human then it drives humanity ..


Jessy jacob.

Reviews

[Jibey]

His piercing sword rises up as your sweet perfume engulfs him... He longs to press his muscled thighs against your smoothness, you grasp you soft cheeks and pull you close...

His desire is to spill his seed within, to give his essence to his adored one...to make his baby