La milf que todos queremos

I love your smile and I would do anything to provoke itYour body is a piece of clay in the palm of my hands. I could run it from your feet to your poems, slide along each space on your skin until my fingers forget their marks.
I could shape the clay of your body with the palms of my hands tonight...I would commit errors as excuses to undo it and try again. They wouldn't reach the moons that remain for my nights to exhaust my caresses on your body, to satiate with your kisses the infinity of my mouth.In your clay body, my hands will be supreme. They will reach the wonder of art. You will be the most beautiful work, and your skin will be the expression of desire...