Lending his wife a helping hand.
Perles de jour, perle de nuit
Oh goodness, tumblr invades my past again! Reminds me precisely of a prim and proper wife of a real corporate executive. The polite formality that disappears once the bedroom door is closed just keeps me going and going!
Because I’m willing to travel half way across the country to love a woman whose husband ignores her, I get to be proud..Her scent that she leaves on me keeps me tingling all the way home, her taste wakens a memory too deep for me pass over, her little noises that keep me hard all night lighten my heart. That’s why I go to her quickly.
But mostly its her taste.
A certain wife, a nice hotel, lying back and pumping all afternoon.
Since some ppl seem to be fond of the “fuzzy” look…
Le feu aux poudres
Je suis là le cœur battant et très lentement la porte s’ouvre enfin