The Wildest Dream

The wildest dream, aha, staring in the moving hands, firing in the unconscious touch.

As the destiny, firewood comes the fire, ignoring the purpose, the result is the ash. But the heat and light spread by the fire are my life goal. Besides this, it is really more than better.

Body to body, face to face. We make a knot and body is the code, binding us without any interspace. He just like the scalding iron hugs me to his robust, thick and sweaty taste chest, rudely but attractively. The defense is all broken under his attack. I had tried to resist but fail.

He hugs me tightly, kissing in my neck. His tongue is swimming in my skin, which is hot and rosy.

I hug, touching his back, feeling the man's strength under the muscle. My two hands meet his hair and hold his neck towards me. He has disrobed since the first eye we see each other and I feel that his desire, truly and physically. His hyperemia pen*s gradually grows.

I could not bear the fire, firing in the desire and starting falling down. Whatever the hell or the heaven, it is a top of happiness. Enjoy the youth and have a good time!

My shirt is wet with sweat and I know the sweat is all my wants.

His restlessness shows on me. This time, both in the dream and the reality. I fear less.

I am helped to be nude. This is what I want.

Our private cling. We love, we kiss, we touch, we release our inside strong animal nature.

We span the gender, forgetting the mortal world. It is none of their business.

And what most important now is we are together and the sex.

In the dream, he dolly moves behind me. I cannot see his face but it must be handsome.

In reality, on the bed, time: 6:30

I am waked up because of the spermatorrhea.

who knows the teen's romance?