Mai multe idei de la Mike
May: A man sweeps Penelope's foot. This is considered to mean you're a woman not fit for marriage © Campari            Compari Calender 2013  Dress: Marchesa

May: A man sweeps Penelope's foot. This is considered to mean you're a woman not fit for marriage © Campari Compari Calender 2013 Dress: Marchesa

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“A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.”    ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

“A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”

“Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”

Something about Nothing

Something about Nothing

He directed her , telling her to touch herself...she was on display and knew she did not want to disappoint Him ....she opened up like a new flower and obeyed His commands...~angel-eyez~

He directed her , telling her to touch herself...she was on display and knew she did not want to disappoint Him ....she opened up like a new flower and obeyed His commands...~angel-eyez~

It's always been about the dance...

It's always been about the dance...

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wine, cozy bed, relaxation....awwww

wine, cozy bed, relaxation....awwww

"...Salgamos esta noche a caminar y dejemos que entre paso y paso se escapen los gemidos y jugueteen nuestras manos, que recorran nuestros cuerpos y que el frío no nos toque, que el aliento sea uno y el placer sea un derroche..." Malaci

"...Salgamos esta noche a caminar y dejemos que entre paso y paso se escapen los gemidos y jugueteen nuestras manos, que recorran nuestros cuerpos y que el frío no nos toque, que el aliento sea uno y el placer sea un derroche..." Malaci