I had a great dream today. I woke up in the middle of the night in my room. It was surprisingly warm and cozy. Moonlight was pouring in from the window and falling on my pillow. I was completely naked, the fabric of the blanket was pleasantly caressing my skin. I lay down on my stomach and hugged the pillow, relaxing. It was so quiet and calm.
This really happened to me, so I won’t say where or when. I’ll just say that at that time I had just finished my first year at university and was about to turn 19.
The sunbeams, breaking through the leaves, draw golden patterns on your naked skin. You lie on a soft blanket, your long legs spread out, and your dark hair falls on the grass like a silky waterfall. I slowly lower myself down next to you, feeling your heart beat in unison with the singing of forest birds.
Back when I was studying with Jéssica and Daiane, most Saturdays I'd go to their apartment building to study or just tease the boys by playing spin the bottle. The boys thought they were smarter just because we girls were always naked (haha).
Hello everyone, I'm Malu and I'm back to report another one of my escapades.I'm already 64 years old but I'm still in shape, all toned and with a fire in my body that when I want it, no one can stop me.What I'm going to tell you is the following: I went to do charity work and ended up being eaten by a 74-year-old old man.
I never thought a simple exam could make me so nervous. I sat in the lab waiting room, absently looking at magazines but not really reading anything. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating, and the feeling of embarrassment seemed to grow with each passing second. I breathed deeply, trying to convince myself it was just a routine exam, but my body wouldn't cooperate.
Wow, this Cinvara leaves me empty-headed.He loves a bit of mischief, he doesn't turn anything down.I went on Friday to meet that goddess, wonderful, hot and fiery.
It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.