same.
The hands of Benedict slid by their shoulders, and it made it watch it front.
Soon, she took possession from his mouth.
It surrounded the neck to him, sank her fingers in her hair and she embraced it strongly.
There was passion in that kiss, on the part of both.
She savored the dulzura of his mouth, the heat of his language.
She wanted to play with him, to verify the automatic control level.
And to see if he were able to break it.
Gabbi slid the arms, and caressed the neck of Benedict, taking itself the time to explore the hardness of its muscular undulations, the sinuosities of its shoulders.
Its chest was covered by dark hair and crespo.
She played with him, threw smoothly of him.
It lowered the head and it kissed shoulders to him, soon caressed centimeter to centimeter the route towards his ear, using the end of its language with picaro delights, and caressing with her the lobe before mordisquear the ear smoothly.
Later, one moved to caress his eyelids before arriving at his nose.
That sensual mouth was a temptation impossible to resist, and touched its lips with the end of its language; it bit them smoothly, proved them: first one, soon the other.
Soon, one separated when it saw that it was arranged to take the control.
Gabbi denied with the head in silence.
Later, it was put of foot and it left the bathtub.
It took a towel and one became involved in her, it took another one and extended it.
Benedict watched seconds.
It saw in her eyes the brightness of the passion.
It also put itself of foot.
Its body emerged, great, magnificent, muscular, with dark shades of its black hair.
It stepped on the marble ground with well-taken care of movements.
One approached Gabbi without letting watch it and extended the hand so that it gave the towel him.
It shook her head and took a step to the front to dry the humidity of that brown skin.
She began by a shoulder, soon with the other, followed with the chest, taking itself the time to dry it slowly.
She dried the waist to him, the hips, soon his powerful legs.
She put herself behind him to dry the back to him.
She observed the movement of his muscles when tightening itself and to relax under the tact of his hands.
" a beautiful buttock " she joked when the towel slid towards the legs.
" you are playing a very dangerous game " she noticed Benedict to him when it gave the return and she stopped herself in front of him.
" Really? I have still not finished.
" and I not even have begun.
Each word had the smoothness of the silk, and seemed to caress the skin of Gabbi.
She was crazy, she thought.
Why she wanted to make disappear his automatic control? In order to invite it to that soon she could not handle? But she could not "throw the towel", literally, thought she laughing on the inside, while she dried those strong thighs to him.
The excitation of a man was very powerful a erótico testimony of its sex, its power and its force.
With wisdom and experience, it could return crazy to a woman.
Gabbi watched its sex with fascination.
Spontaneously it slid a finger by his length, the end, and caressed his base.
It wanted to prove it, to use his language and its mouth as if it was savoring something exotic.
" You know what you are inviting to me with this? It read the thought Benedict? They were imaginations hers or its voice seemed hoarsely and slightly tense? She moved the head and found the glance intense of her eyes.
" Yes.
It felt in all her body a tremor of anticipation when thinking about which he could request to him, catched in that passion.
Next to that exciting sensation it appeared the fear to his force when she lost the control and she left it in freedom.
Gabbi swallowed saliva.
It was the only gesture that expressed its nervousness.
The eyes of Benedict registered the movement.
" Then, to what you are hoping? " he asked to him.
The quiet challenge was evident in deep the cautious one of evident Benedict and in the gesture of its
The hands of Benedict slid by their shoulders, and it made it watch it front.
Soon, she took possession from his mouth.
It surrounded the neck to him, sank her fingers in her hair and she embraced it strongly.
There was passion in that kiss, on the part of both.
She savored the dulzura of his mouth, the heat of his language.
She wanted to play with him, to verify the automatic control level.
And to see if he were able to break it.
Gabbi slid the arms, and caressed the neck of Benedict, taking itself the time to explore the hardness of its muscular undulations, the sinuosities of its shoulders.
Its chest was covered by dark hair and crespo.
She played with him, threw smoothly of him.
It lowered the head and it kissed shoulders to him, soon caressed centimeter to centimeter the route towards his ear, using the end of its language with picaro delights, and caressing with her the lobe before mordisquear the ear smoothly.
Later, one moved to caress his eyelids before arriving at his nose.
That sensual mouth was a temptation impossible to resist, and touched its lips with the end of its language; it bit them smoothly, proved them: first one, soon the other.
Soon, one separated when it saw that it was arranged to take the control.
Gabbi denied with the head in silence.
Later, it was put of foot and it left the bathtub.
It took a towel and one became involved in her, it took another one and extended it.
Benedict watched seconds.
It saw in her eyes the brightness of the passion.
It also put itself of foot.
Its body emerged, great, magnificent, muscular, with dark shades of its black hair.
It stepped on the marble ground with well-taken care of movements.
One approached Gabbi without letting watch it and extended the hand so that it gave the towel him.
It shook her head and took a step to the front to dry the humidity of that brown skin.
She began by a shoulder, soon with the other, followed with the chest, taking itself the time to dry it slowly.
She dried the waist to him, the hips, soon his powerful legs.
She put herself behind him to dry the back to him.
She observed the movement of his muscles when tightening itself and to relax under the tact of his hands.
" a beautiful buttock " she joked when the towel slid towards the legs.
" you are playing a very dangerous game " she noticed Benedict to him when it gave the return and she stopped herself in front of him.
" Really? I have still not finished.
" and I not even have begun.
Each word had the smoothness of the silk, and seemed to caress the skin of Gabbi.
She was crazy, she thought.
Why she wanted to make disappear his automatic control? In order to invite it to that soon she could not handle? But she could not "throw the towel", literally, thought she laughing on the inside, while she dried those strong thighs to him.
The excitation of a man was very powerful a erótico testimony of its sex, its power and its force.
With wisdom and experience, it could return crazy to a woman.
Gabbi watched its sex with fascination.
Spontaneously it slid a finger by his length, the end, and caressed his base.
It wanted to prove it, to use his language and its mouth as if it was savoring something exotic.
" You know what you are inviting to me with this? It read the thought Benedict? They were imaginations hers or its voice seemed hoarsely and slightly tense? She moved the head and found the glance intense of her eyes.
" Yes.
It felt in all her body a tremor of anticipation when thinking about which he could request to him, catched in that passion.
Next to that exciting sensation it appeared the fear to his force when she lost the control and she left it in freedom.
Gabbi swallowed saliva.
It was the only gesture that expressed its nervousness.
The eyes of Benedict registered the movement.
" Then, to what you are hoping? " he asked to him.
The quiet challenge was evident in deep the cautious one of evident Benedict and in the gesture of its
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