Mother of God, I would like it to be so.
I shake these thoughts out of my head, knowing that they will not bring me to good.
Think it over, man! Think it over!
Olivia stops in front of me pure grace and fragrance. The open chest and shoulders seem to radiate a gentle glow in the dim light. I so much want to touch her, caress that I clench my fists to hold on.
You look amazing. The voice sounds intense, I notice it myself.
Olivias face is sad.
Dress tight. I shod higher heels to adjust the length, but I can not do anything else.
I see that she is seriously upset, and I want to smile, but I do not. You should not smile when you are saddened by a woman.
Dora is much thinner than me, Olivia says, with one hand shaking. And I just dont have anything to
I take Olivia by the shaking hand and put the index finger of her free hand on her lips:
Quiet.
Olivia immediately subsides. Yes, I could silence her in a hundred different ways and without touching, but I chose this one everything is better than kissing her, which I really want.
Oh my god, how I want to kiss her!
It takes me a few seconds to distract from how her juicy lips parted slightly. It would be so easy to stick a fingertip between them, to feel the warmth of her mouth, the moisture of her tongue.