Chatings.
Chatings. Another few sekundy– and here it like a tiger, threatening, fascinating coming at me …
And somewhere in the dark crept my pants with panties … We come into contact with burning bodies.
He gently but demanding turns my stomach. I feel his kisses on his back, they leave traces of burning …
I think they will last a lifetime. He runs his fingers, barely touching the skin, down my spine. Chatings.
