ive finally found a guy who doesnt care about big boobs.
instead he loves the way i laugh at all his corny jokes and finds my hands sexy.
but get this: AHT of 60 minutes per pumping session. hahaha! ;)
i wasnt able to seduce him so, after an ample of supply of alcohol in the blood and the head, a straight confession in a convinsingly shaky voice, of ardent admiration and lust, i decided to kiss him.
in the afterglow of it he would embrace me and kiss my face until im lost in dreams. and when the firsts of the sunlight come peaking through my eyelids his hands are still there, locked around me.
now i know how it feels to wake up to somebody's lips on my forehead,
and how beautifull eyes could be after they open from a long kiss.
can you tell?
these are the things that make me feel: im inlove