Hollywood Waxing Gallery

... I guess xD WARNING: R-NC17. Lemon But Not really.



asleep, naked, exhausted, having spent a sleepless night making love ...
Oliver could not stop staring. His girlfriend was perfect. Simply perfect. Bathed in the light of the rising sun that seeped through the cracks, their nakedness was an artistic beauty. He was a dancer's body, simple, without many curves but with extra grace ... too funny. Should cover the savanna, knew he had. Katie used to self-conscious in the mornings like these, and I used to respect him. But I could not stop testing. Then I noticed

. I had seen before, but now it was becoming obvious. It was almost perfectabyss, the second point, where your teeth could not resist leaving a soft bite.


below your navel.
His hand again take its rightful place, and that hungry mouth of perfection crossed to the east to find a small hole, an irregularity in the middle of the plain. A playful language was introduced in it, but did not reach its destination.

eager fingers went south, further south, hopping that destination. They found a damp cave walls, and decided that this was his home. The man kissed the third black dot and resting his head on the belly of his girlfriend, focusing exclusively on the task at hand.

As wasexpected, a low moan as disruptive. He leaned back without stopping the task, with the sole aim of crossing glances with his girlfriend who was already awake in more than one sense. His blushes, his mouth ajar and his eyes clouded with desire urged him to follow.

Oliver again made the trip to south with his gaze. Observe the three moles on her right breast, the curve of her waist and below your navel. The voice asked
moaned more, faster
, reported that
well, almost
and breathing heavily. The walls that trapped his fingers closed on them. The woman's hand suddenly flew to his neck and forced him to lower his face so that she could kiss him, limeOOTH, wet. smiled when he finished and left to admire it again. While one hand working the sensitive points of the treasure, with the other hand trace a triangle, whose points were the only thing that removed the absolute perfection. When the factions of the women showed their complete ecstasy and her body convulsed in orgasm, Oliver knew he could not have asked for a more perfect imperfection.