It's not good to try to make up a place, the bed is the best place to be





Sex is not an option, it's an instinct





Pleasures without control. Pleasures that dilate the pupils. In deliriums that enslave reason.





I'd love to play in bed with some popsicles so they melt with the heat of our body





Let me feel like your scent is bothering and exciting me





Your hands follow the path of my naked body and end in the dark corners of my desires





What if we don't say anything instead?
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