listened to the distant melody that he had once walked in their bodies to breeze through their notes, leaving a slight touch on their fur bristling. Now I swayed between his chords, the rhythm of her breathing to the rhythm of music that seemed to seep into their bodies, and being unable to hug them, enveloping them like a bubble smooth and tight.
The contact of their naked bodies had sunk into a kind of drowsiness did not want to discard. She inhaled to the smallest pore of his skin, warm, soft. He received his breath and rubbing his body with a blissful sense of well being that was transformed into a slight shudder.
That music had stopped ringing, but their bodies were soaked in the warmth of that bubble, intoxicated by the tune that still persisted in their echoes mingled with the whispers of your breathing and the beats quickened the pace of that truce libidinous, and getting overflow back to the point, he had managed to seep into them.
The contact of their naked bodies had sunk into a kind of drowsiness did not want to discard. She inhaled to the smallest pore of his skin, warm, soft. He received his breath and rubbing his body with a blissful sense of well being that was transformed into a slight shudder.
That music had stopped ringing, but their bodies were soaked in the warmth of that bubble, intoxicated by the tune that still persisted in their echoes mingled with the whispers of your breathing and the beats quickened the pace of that truce libidinous, and getting overflow back to the point, he had managed to seep into them.
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