It was cool this morning on the terrace ...
I was out early, lured by the bright sunshine of that August morning. Naked, wrapped in a big blanket, I was enjoying the tranquility of that moment when everything was so quiet. I was fine. There was nudity in this that only a thin cover separated from the rest of the world, something indecent that maddened my senses.
My fingers are invisible to the rest of the world went astray ... Because whenever I think of him ... In his caresses, his kisses ... In his breath on my neck. In his voice, warm and soft. I closed my eyes, entirely at my own pleasure.
I felt it slipping under the blanket. Mixture of excitement and shame allowed myself to be surprised in such a time of abandonment. And the blush on my cheeks delighted ... I am so beautiful, when I blush, I repeat it often does ... After some fun moments of the disorder that caused at home, he again guided my fingers into my privacy. "Enjoy for me," claimed he then ... Asked if nicely, I could not refuse ...
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