¿Por qué no estás aquí? - Relatos Eróticos

¿Por qué no estás aquí?

... your teeth, to taste the sugar of your tongue.Let my hands get you undressed little by little.Feel how your breathing is agitated, how your skin is startled, how you defocus to receive me and let your mead sprout. Check it with my fingers smearing with your steaming liquid.Let my mouth go by your breasts, your belly, your hips; You bite your thighs appetite and come to your vulva agrosellada. Let my wrinkled tongue slowly deflate your filaments and drink your honey wildly until you explode with ecstasy and ask me to penetrate you without contemplation.Let my virility play with your strands and between paused but decidedly in you. That you experience straddles as I feel as I make my way through you, as I am copying you, as I enter to the bottom and I make you vibrate all the atoms of your body.Sway, swing, flutter. Thunder.On the side, standing, on a bed, on a sofa, in a shower.In the morning, in the evening, at night.Until you know, at last, what it is to feel fully desired.Because you are not here?By Emilio