Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Kisses again I “said” we need to talk, you, most beloved and curled… I love you Curls…we need to talk… The One I love A trumpet on each Hill…kisses My sweet, sensitive Aussie…AAAhhh Hard argument but you can’t close every discussion…lost I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…gold and aquamarine dreams…the upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between… The debate is closed…fire No conversation, no romaaaance… All off, all of you, all of him… The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy… A decisive move…lost Have you had any sleep, my Love? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the back down on the Dimples and Hills…peony-love on the culprits…to bite or not to bite?…trumpets on the hips…detour to the front…seizing His Sweetness…lily-love on his head, hunry tulips…The Great climb-ing…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy…lost on you Lily-love, infinite desire Nooobody is working… Come here, Curls… Seizing the Kids, all of him…hot hardness…fire…lost beneath… Contact…where to start? Deep intrusion…immersion in your eyes…octopus-hug…slipping, landing…lily-cuddles…lost Exhausted grey Hugging the Kids…lily-love, loving bites…detour to the front…suction bells…lost All of you, all of him…holding the Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…collapse… Hot whispers Me too What’s this, Curls? It’s irradiating… Eventually a smile, my Love? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Sweet dreams, my sweet Aussie…I’m here / there…hugging the Kids… Self-service, my Love…I have to go…kisses Imposing further sanctions… Slipping on the impertinent curves…infinite desire… The Path on the path…aquamarine ecstasy… I love you Curls… I have to go, my Love, and it’s bedtime for Curls, who’s hiding now…I’ll be back at 8 pm, you, most beloved and stubborn…until then the culprits will be trumpeted and squeezed, His Sweetness will be lilied and jailed… Kisses on the right hip, detour on the right culprit, back to the front, down on the right thigh, jump on the left thigh…up to the sweets…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness…holding the hibiscus…lily-storm on his head, tulip-capture…lost…forced landing…collapse… HHHow many intrusions, Curls? Should I turn the Aussie? No conversation, no romaaaance… Strike WWWhen, my Love? Love-squeeze, tulip-capture…hot hardness…catch me… Impertinent Aussie… Lily-cuddles…lost…I want to “talk”, Curls… Full dictatorship…jail time…lost Buttercups-cuddles, gems-kisses…big bells, tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…my gold and aquamarine dream…