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Closes the eyes and enjoys the twists of the birds that flow through my open window together with a light breeze. Oh yes, it’s much better to lie here a little. I am also turning around to live here. Thinking back on the day I moved in, It was a sunday. Dad drove my stuff for this, helped me up with them and asked me worried. I replied that everything was okay, though I did not feel safe at all. Moving from home is big and overwhelming, even though you have become twenty.
My eyes sweated when I waved goodbye to father from the sidewalk. When he left, I turned to the scum of a townhouse in which a tiny club room under the roof of the second floor had just become my new home. Okay, the house is pretty nice from the outside and the garden behind the old and cozy, but inside, the house is more worn. At least upstairs on the second floor where we live.
Tearing out my thoughts, it knocks on the door. I can not say “come in” before the door goes up. Of course, it’s Pierre. He is dressed in black like always, maybe that’s because, He must be a priest? Of course, he has slammed his hands narrowly in his pockets and of course the T-shirt is perfect. Pierre sits on the edge of the bed and smiles down to me.
“How are you?” He asks.
“Good,” I smile.
“I mean with the task,” Pierre always takes care of everything.
“Argh. We’ll just forget about it,” I answer and cut teeth.
“But the rest of you are doing well?” He asks and allows himself to draw circles about my navel.
“The rest is doing well,” I answer and smile happy.
“Planning for tonight?” He asks and moves his eyes to his finger that circles outside my T-shirt.
“The slick task,” I am sucking.
We could also just bowl, “he suggests, drawing a line from my navel to the button in my jeans. ” Bolle? “I ask my stomach hurts.
” Alternatively, knock, love, fuck or have sex, “he suggests .
“Low task”, I note and stops his hand.
“So we do it another night,” he replies, leans forward and presses a kiss on my forehead.
“ha, ha! First of all, “I avoid the question and start to raise me from bed.
” As our lady wants, “replies Pierre, lifting an eyebrow and getting up.
Spaghetti and meat sauce, it’s our hen or at least the one we eat the most. It suits our SU budgets and you can quite easily vary the taste a bit. I should also have bought salad. In the kitchen, I stir a griddle of meat together, let it simmer on the stove and put the spaghetti over. They dried, not the fresh ones my mother uses. Pierre has poured red wine into two water glasses and sat down at the dining table to read in a book. He’s a nice guy, I’m covering the table.
In the middle of the dining table is the bouquet of roses I got from Pierre after our first night together. I dried the roses so that they could decorate for a longer time than if I just let them fade. It was a Friday, shown just over a month ago. We three who live on the floor enjoy us, friendship ties were getting tied up. We drank a lot of wine, laughed even more and by night our homestead went cold. We helped him to bed and Pierre kissed me on my mouth. Just next to our snoring homage. I fought and let him; He kisses and tastes good. Pierre took my hand, I followed him to his room. He has the largest and also a real double bed. He dressed me and laid me softly on the team. He considered me as he dressed. I saw he was ready and knew I needed him. I opened for him, he lay between my thighs.
“What are you smiling and laughing at?” Laughs Jess. I had not heard him coming home at all.
“Øhm nothing”, I blush and turn to the meat ointment.
“Sex,” replies Pierre without looking up. I blush.
“Fair enough,” replies Jess, laughs gently and gives me a hug from behind.
“Have a good day?” I ask.
“Well, fine, and you?” He asks and packs his purchases.
“Okay,” I answer and pull my shoulders.
“Only okay,” he asks carefully and puts a little milk on the fridge.
“Roman Law and Church,” I explain.
“Shit, I can not help,” he answers and closes the refrigerator.
“You are not eating”; I ask.
“Oh thank you,” he smiled, finding cutlery from the drawer.
It has become a bad habit that we are sitting too long at the dinner table, but it still feels quite right. Also, Pierre often has to pull an extra bottle of wine and that Jess has to pick up his blockbuster. Church court can wait. I’m lucky that these are the two i came to share kitchen and bath with. Who knows, there could also have been someone I just could not afford.
“Planning for tonight?” Asks Jess. He knows that Pierre and I have something running.
“Bolle,” replies Pierre and looks untouched.
“Doing a job,” I correct him and send him reprobate eyes.
“Ups,” replies Jess, laughing aloofly.
“What about you?” I try to move on in the conversation.
“Same as you”, he answers.
“So you have to bowl too?” Asks Pierre and Wolves.
“Hey, unfortunately not,” replies Jess.
“A shame,” Pierre says.
“Nah, that’s enough,” smiles Jess. I send him a smile.
Jess and Pierre are very different. Jess reads an engineer where Pierre reads theology. Jess is a light where Pierre is dark and Jess is not quite much higher than me. Maybe it’s our differences that make, That we all three get along so well? That the conversations will be exciting and fun. That none of us will not just be the third wheel on our trolley tube galore.
“When did you last date?” Pierre asks and pours more wine in our glass.
“Last week,” replies Jess, pulling her shoulders.
“Was she cute?” I ask.
“Okay,” replies Jess.
“Did you get anything?” Asks Pierre.
“No,” laughs Jess.
“Surt,” says Pierre.
“How did she look?” I ask.
“Brunette, like you, a bit lower and a bit more energetic,” replies Jess.
“Ah, a tyaksak”, Pierre smiles surly.
“A woman” I correct him.
You did not turn on her, right? “Pierre asks. Certainly just to get right. ” Not special, “Jess replied with a shrug.
” Jess is for the blonde type, “I say, so that Pierre will not get Quite right.
“Nothing special,” replies Jess.
“What?” I try and drink a sip of wine. May I have to leave the glass.
“Hmmm. It is hard. What’s with chemistry is a clique, “replies Jess.
” To the extent, “Pierre says, pouring wine.
” A man talks well and is happy with that. Just like this, “Jess tries.
” Sorry, Jess, but I’m for girls, “said Pierre surprised.
” Ha, ha. I’m so too, “laughs Jess, Blushes and dents Pierres shoulder.
“Hey, wait a minute,” says Pierre, whom we are all laughing at.
“Yes?” I ask and try to concentrate.
“You two,” says Pierre.
“What do you mean?” I ask and dry a laughter of the eyelid.
“You’re supposed to date,” says Pierre.
“What?” Asks Jess infidel.
“Chemistry is there,” Pierre senses sensibly.
“Yes, but …”, begins Jess.
“But what?”, Pierre takes over.
“I two. I mean æhm, you’re a couple,” says Jess.
“I can not tell you,” Pierre says.
“So ….”, Jess begins and exhale.
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How about you, honey? “Pierre asks, and makes dreary dark eyes against me. ” Ah, oh, oh. Just an eh … I mean, eh … “I’m chasing.
” So, if we say so, we’ll eat it if the word is so hard, “Pierre
says . ” Well, Ahh, “I’m kidding for Jess.
” Tjoh. .. “Jess tries and kisses me.
” Agreement, “Pierre says, getting up and fishing his phone off the pants pocket.
While Pierre is calling up, Jess and I are disbelieving. I feel shy and looking away. My brain can not follow.
“So it’s done,” said Pierre, and sat down at the table again.
“Which?” Asks Jess.
“You have a table for your date tomorrow at. 18:30, “explains Pierre.
“Øhm now,” says Jess.
“Just enjoy it now,” laughs Pierre and pours more wine.
Despite the wine, I was hard to fall asleep that night. Was near late for lecture, but now I’m home again and trying to get annoyed to get the job done by the boy. It’s as though the words and angles are not the right ones at all. Giving up, it’s also time to go to bed. Maybe we just have to eat, but Pierre chose a good restaurant and if you have one, you have to look good.
Ready the shower, take it nice underwear and my new summer dress. Dry the hair and put it pretty well on my shoulders. Chestnut colored if you have to say it nicely. Dark municipal heritage if you have to be honest. On with sandals, those with brown straps. Back in my room to wait and browse the study books.
“Yes,” I answer loudly as it knocks on the door. It is opened gently.
“Ready?” Asks Jess after stabbing his head.
“Yes,” I smile and clap the book together.
“Cool,” he answers, enters and nods clenched. He does not close the door after him.
Notice that he has dressed up to date. Pale blue-shirred shirt. Sandy blazer, smart jeans and delicious leather shoes. Not the worst to do with such a guy, I find out. He just has to learn to choose the tie that suits.
“Should we?” I ask and leave me from the desk chair.
“Oh yes, yes,” he answers nervously, but looks up and down of me.
“We’re leaving now!” I shout to Pierre as we walk through the kitchen and get into the hallway.
“Two seconds,” Pierre shouts from his room.
“What?” I shout, his door goes up.
“I give,” he says. He looks like someone who has slept.
“Aij, I manage,” says Jess, pushing Pierre’s advanced dankort away.
“Safe?” Asks Pierre.
“Yes!”, Replies Jess and looks satisfied.
“Good pleasure,” said Pierre, giving Jess a blow.
“Thank you,” smiles Jess, walks to the end of the hallway and opens the door to the stairs.
“Also to you, beautiful,” Pierre continues, putting his arms around me.
“Thank you very much,” I hug and return his hug. Jess is waiting patiently.
“Just go all the way if you want,” whispers Pierre in my ear.
“Who … what ??” I ask and release him.
“Give that gas,” Pierre blinks, releasing me and leaning over his doorframe.
“You can believe that,” laughs Jess, pulling me out of the hallway and out on the stairs.
“Øhm æh I mean hello hello” I answer and feel my cheeks have taken the same color as sun-dried tomatoes.
Pierres whispers tummy in my mind while Jess and I cycle into the restaurant. Jess looks great, no right actually, but to do it? In gods, Pierre is sometimes a little too eccentric, but here he sets new personal record. No, now we start eating. That is what we are going to do and that’s how it is. Full stop!
Cream white tablecloths, Candles in real stakes and fabric napkins. Yes, the restaurant lacks nothing. I am glad that from home my parents learned that starting from the outside when there is so much cutlery in front of one. And the food. Just delicious and the company faces cozy as he relaxes and we talk slowly as we always do at home in our shared kitchen.
“Øhm, can I ask – did Pierre say anything to you?” I ask for dessert. Bleeding hearts.
“Well, what should it be?” Asks Jess, letting his hand with the kegegafle rest.
“Just something about the island tonight,” I blush.
“No, nothing but pleasure,” replies Jess.
“Okay,” I respond and relax.
“Did he say anything to you then?” Asks Jess.
“Ahh, just he hoped it would be a good date,” I lie.
“Just thought, now you brought it up,” says Jess.
“Do you want to dance?”, I discourage the conversation.
“Here ?!” he laughs and looks around.
“No, yes.” The disco is next to, “I laugh at him.
“Of course,” he answers and tries to praise a waiter.
Jess is also nice without blazer. He moves surprisingly well on the dance floor. It must almost be the result of his martial arts game. Well, but then something will come out of it. And the jeans there – mum they are sitting, the moist puffs under his armpits do nothing. A soul begins to drip out of the speakers. Nice with a funny number, everyone on the floor sweats. Jess looks inquiring at me, his forehead sticks to the forehead. I return the smile and put his arms around his neck. Jess just hesitates for a moment, then puts my arms on my life.
His body is hot and smells nice of musk and fresh sweat, I rest his head against his shoulder and sway with him at a quiet pace to the souler. Quite quiet, I start with the pegefingerspids to draw short lines up and down Jess’s spine. The shirt is moist. I do not quite know why I do. Maybe because we are friends and just having a nice time? Jess hesitates, then gently starts chewing my back.
Suddenly, the next number is going on, we get each other apart. Unsaved questions are seen in his light blue eyes. Questions that require answers I do not know. The new song is energetic, we’re releasing the moment and throwing us back to the dance again. And then next and next again. We laugh, smile and sweat together.
“Pyh, now I can not do anymore”, I quit, stop and support me to Jess’s shoulder.
“Here’s a hot dog too,” he says, breathing and drying the forehead sweat.
“Shall we go home now?” I ask and catch his eyes.
“Can we,” he answers, a glimpse of sadness in his eyes.
On our way home we stop and buy coke in a kiosk. We are wild thirsty, Jess’s carefully folded blazer balances over his bike control. Soon the cans are emptied, we get a mortgage and buy more coke with home. The evening is lukewarm, the wind is cool, we are running calmly and do not exchange many words. Instead, Pierres take away the dismissal my thoughts. We are soon home.
We pull our bikes behind the house, we live in and go up to our floor on the second floor. Jess wears both his blazer and the thin white carry bag with cola. I walk at the front, keep our door for him and follow him through the hallway to the kitchen.
“Well, it was really nice,” he says, putting the bag of coke on the kitchen table.
“Very,” I smile at him and fold my hands behind my butt.
“And that’s hot”; He laughs nervously, but his eyes are on my leaning chest.
“Really hot,” I respond slowly and low.
“Hey, you dance well,” he laughs uncertainly.
“Right way, really,” I answer low and try to catch his eyes.
“How! We’ll have them cool!” He says, throwing himself over the bag of cola.
“I’m in need of a bath,” I answer in my mouth, but does not move out of the place.
“Ah yes, go first,” he answers, opens the refrigerator and breaks the band that barely became attached.
I pick up a change of clothes in my room and go to the bathroom. Jess has disappeared into his room. The lukewarm water from the shower head over me on the wall, blames the night of my body. Afterwards, the summer coat and the nice underwear in the laundry curve, the practical underwear is taken on and then covered by my bathrobe. I’m sick, may as well try to get on with the task of the study.
The task has not been easier since afternoon, I have to have a little break – collecting a coke from the fridge in the kitchen. From the bathroom I can hear the noise of the shower. Jess has to rinse off sweat. He smelt otherwise well. Reach. I’m going back to the books, he’s broken off.
Has finally begun to formulate some sentences for the task but is disturbed by voices. Pierre speaks the highest, but Jess is certainly there too. My door is flared up, Pierre quickly takes the few steps to my desk, Jess is lambing in the doorway. I turn my attention to Pierre.
“Do you do homework?” He asks infidelity.
“Study assignment,” I correct him.
“Well, you’ve been up to date,” he says, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yes and that was really nice,” I answer and correct my yellow post-it block.
“Why the hell are you in every room?” Pierre continues.
Here we live, Pierre, “I answer, my inner lawyer is annoyed. ” Well, you brought a guy home. And turn vice versa too, “he smiles sharply and blows his arms.
” We followed home. Very logical when we live the same place, not? “I ask.
” Well why the hell are you not? “Pierre loves to squeeze the lemon.
” Pierre … “Jess tries to creep out of the door somewhere behind Pierre.
” I am aware of no law, “states my inner lawyer.
” Law? Argh! It’s true, God’s will, “overturns theology-Pierre.
For a long while, it’s quiet like the grave in my little room. Then Pierre and I break into laughtery laughs, Jess gently pecks over from the door. Pierre takes my hand and pulls me up to stand.
“Come honey,” he smiles and puts his arm around my life.
“Pierre for the fake,” I answer and laugh at. He lifts an eyebrow.
“Shyyy, taxes”. He closes my mouth with three short kisses.
“Well, but I have to …”, Jess begins.
“On the contrary, come inside,” Pierre interrupts him.
“Well …” mumbles Jess, his pale skin has become pink on the throat and in the cheeks.
“Close the door and come here”, Pierre ignores him before kissing me again.
Jess approaches hesitantly, his hair is still wet, his bathrobe is held together by a careful knot tied in front and his bath sandals are practical. Pierre faces him and smiles, but retains one arm around my waist.
“Yes,” asks Jess, his Adam’s baby jumps an extra time afterwards and drops a lump.
“Your trip,” said Pierre kindly.
“For a lifetime,” asks Jess, and quickly collects his lower jaw up from her chest.
“To kiss her of course,” replies Pierre sweetly. My thoughts are broken to chaos.
“Oh, well, oh, oh, I’m sure.
” Yes, thank you, Pierre, pushing me half a step closer to Jess. Jess escapes.
“Har. Uh want “asks Jess gently. My head is buzzing.
” Uh, “I reply and moisturize my dry lips.
” Of course she does, “answers Pierre for me and pushing me a bit closer Jess.
Jess’ face approaching In slow motion, My heart pumps noisy, it distributes blood into my body, but obviously sends nothing to my brain. As Jess’s lips hit my mouth, I tip my mouth. Maybe it’s this little acceptance that gives Jess the courage to kiss me again? And then again. I stop counting, puts my hand on Jess’s chest and allows my lips to seek his.
“It was far better,” whispers Pierre. My lips are drawn by a smile pressed against Jess.
Pierre removes his arm from my waist, I put a hand on Jess’s hip and bites him my mouth. Pierre steps back halfway, Jess puts my hands on my lips, I divide my lips. While my heart pumps hot blood down somewhere underneath the navel, my tongue looks out between my lips. My tongue tip separates Jess’ lips, hits his teeth and saw his tongue. Jess breathes the alarms through his nose, his tongue rises and begins to play with my.
The hand I have on Jess’s chest, gets his own will. It slides towards the middle of his chest, beneath the bathrobe and meets soft warm skin. I can not feel hair on his chest, on the other hand, his heart is galloping. I do not notice Pierre’s hand before it is sandwiched between Jess and my stomachs and has pulled my belt in my bathrobe. Do not move me, just let it happen and rotate with your tongue in Jess’ warm oral cavity.
Feeling Jess stiff for a moment. Discover that Pierre has done the same with Jess’s robe as he did with my. Something in me cheer as the bathrobes slide aside and remove the barrier between Jess and my body. Touching me against Jess, has to feel his skin against mine. Something hard in the middle of his boxer’s shorts hits my stomach, I can not help smiling.
Feel Pierre moves quietly about us. He is surrounded by me, slowly pulling the bathrobe off my shoulders. I let it fall, just move Jess’s hands long enough for the bathrobe to fall off my arms and to the floor. Pierre continues behind Jess, the moment after, Jess’s bathrobe has made my company down on the floor. Finally, I can freely let my hands discover Jess’s upper body – and they are allowed to do so.
Pierre moves again and I feel that a sudden set of dangers through Jess’s body and a small outburst are expelled from his mouth into mine. Then I feel that Pierre is getting hard from Jess’s boxer’s suit. It clashes against my belly skin and stays staggering there.
Pierre continues around, he stops behind me, I feel bra straps are pushed by my shoulders and the back of my back is pulled up, I allow my bra to fall. I can not help but my one hand slides down from Jess’s upper body. Down over a firm stomach, further through soft hair to meet the warm pulsed where men’s belly ends. It gives a blow in Jess’s limb, as my fingertips hit the soft warm skin. I’m going a little bit down and closing my hand. It feels rich, warm and very alive in my hand.
Marks Pierres hands on my hips, fingers slide under the elastic there and my practical pants slide down on my nose and saw my thighs. Pierre goes all the way down, I step out of the panties without dropping Jess. Mums, Jess and I are crazy, freshly bathed and very close together, I’m almost fed up with his mouth. I can not help it.
Pierre is getting behind me, actually moving a little closer. I can feel his body heat against my back and sometimes a little touch of his shirt. He draws my hair aside, it is still moist after the bath. His hot breath hits my throat, so I feel his lips right there where the throat meets the right shoulder. He kisses and gently bites his teeth, I sigh in Jess’s mouth.
Hands slide up my sides, I recognize Pierres and cites. Jess’s hands are places they have never been before. Right now they hug and bathe my buttocks. Pierre’s hands reach almost my armpits, so they slide in front of my body and close my breasts. Oh he just knows how to brush a nipple with the tip of a finger: neither too hard nor too gentle. I rub Jess’s dick in my hand and give me four beautiful exploratory hands on my naked body.
Want to faint with the joy between my two lovely friends, my two beautiful men. Faint and let them do to me what they want, but do I completely die? Stretches the free hand behind, finds Pierres hip and lets his hand look towards the center of his body. His erection is very clear through the substance under my fingers. I find his zipper, opens and lets his hand slip in, Pierre grins at my neck.
Jess has finally become more brave. In any case, his one hand slides down on my body, I pinned my way along his jaw towards his neck. Pierre drops my one breast, I sense he opens my belt behind me and snaps his pants up, they slide past my hand and away. The moment after disappearing, What he may have had on shorts. It’s just the same, just they’re gone.
Pierre squeezes his erection against my loins, Jess has reached his goal in front. I move my feet a bit apart, Jess’s fingers slide easily between my moist folds, I whine at his neck. Pierre presses closer, reluctantly, releases his cock, lets his hand slide back over his hip, drill his fingers in his buttock and press him against me.
A finger is looking into me. This is the first time that Jess is there and he is very welcome, signals my diaphragm. Behind me, Pierre has begun to kiss her way down my spine. Little delicious boy runs for every kiss through my nervous system. He reaches my mustache, puts my knees behind me and distributes wet kisses and little bites beyond my buttocks. Throbbing hot impatience flows through my body, Pierre grabs my hips and pulls me down.
Gonna kneel like Pierre behind me, in front of my face, Jess’s erection suddenly dries. I did not just think about it, but do I dare? Taking it, rubs gently and moistures my lips. Behind me, Pierre is impatient, I can feel his hands shake as he tries to navigate my body. Bending me further, supporting me to Jess’ thighs and then Pierre takes me.
Jess is kneeling in front of me, I put his forearms around his neck. My body travels dusty as Pierres bumps into me, Jess stretches my moist hair from my face and catches my gaze. It’s wildly cross-border looking at him while Pierre bounces me from behind. The beautiful light blue eyes are filled with tenderness and desires and also by a curiosity held in ave. I know my mouth is open, That I moan and have that look away, I know from my mirror image when I have been horny in the bathroom. I want Jess to see it all and more. Pierre is beautiful, but Jess is untested.
Pierre is usually a wild and loving lover, but not quite tonight. Right now he takes what he wants. His hands on me and his cock in me feel lovely, but he is not as he usually does. Tonight must also be special to him. He tightens the grip of my hips, I know what grinning behind me means. I’m looking at Jess while Pierre comes inside me. I let Pierre get ready, then raise me up. A convulsion! A wet sound that Pierre disappears from my heart. Turns his head and smiles at him, he is red in his head and wrestles.
“Do you want to?” I ask, and reaches Jess my hand. He nods a bit too eagerly.
I do not release Jess’ hand as we reach my narrow bed, put me on my back in bed and open me instead of him. Notice that some of Pierre run out of me. Fortunately, Jess does not care, he takes place between my scattered legs and lowers me, I put his arms around his life.
My delicious untested friend penetrates me, it is nice to feel him slip into place. Nice to lie on your back and be ballooned on top of all the new things that happened tonight. Because because that position stimulates me better than most other positions. Feeling my womb swells hot and impatient about Jess, I voluntarily whine and drill the nails of Jess. Feeling moving in the room, turning his head and seeing Pierre crawling at all four towards Jess and I. There is fire in his dark eyes, I reach out for him.
Pierre stays on the floor next to the bed. I feel a strange gratitude for what he has started and hugs his hand. Pierre puts two fingers on my jaw and turns my face against her. He puts his mouth upon me, his tongue looks into my mouth, his hand my one breast. Uh, the tip of the finger again. With a man’s tongue in my mouth and another man’s cock in me, I begin to float. Can not concentrate on kisses, the last thing I see before I’m whining comes under Jess, is the glow in Pierre’s eyes.
Knocks Pierre’s hand in my while I ride the orgasms hot waves and hugs Jess’s cock in my mind. The bad thing about orgasms is that they end. The first thing I see is Pierre’s eyes full of dreary tenderness. That and then his crooked, playful smile. Suddenly, Jess collapses after some delicious deep bumps, That does not look like him at all. He collapses over me, whispers silently and I sense it in his limb up in me. Our trinity is accomplished, we have mixed our most intimate juices in my heart. Jess crawls of me, we get rid of the very wet sound it gives.
Pierre gets a blanket, it’s not my own. The two men pack me carefully, the blanket puts me well on my side, so I almost become a mummy.
“Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them.
“You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice.
“Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor.
“Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. Whispers silently and I sense it in his limb up in me. Our trinity is accomplished, we have mixed our most intimate juices in my heart. Jess crawls of me, we get rid of the very wet sound it gives. Pierre gets a blanket, it’s not my own. The two men pack me carefully, the blanket puts me well on my side, so I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. Whispers silently and I sense it in his limb up in me. Our trinity is accomplished, we have mixed our most intimate juices in my heart. Jess crawls of me, we get rid of the very wet sound it gives. Pierre gets a blanket, it’s not my own. The two men pack me carefully, the blanket puts me well on my side, so I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. We have mixed our most intimate juices in my heart. Jess crawls of me, we get rid of the very wet sound it gives. Pierre gets a blanket, it’s not my own. The two men pack me carefully, the blanket puts me well on my side, so I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. We have mixed our most intimate juices in my heart. Jess crawls of me, we get rid of the very wet sound it gives. Pierre gets a blanket, it’s not my own. The two men pack me carefully, the blanket puts me well on my side, so I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. So I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile. So I almost become a mummy. “Thank you,” I whisper and smile to them. “You are beautiful,” said Pierre with a thick voice. “Do you miss something?” Jess asks, Pierre brings our clothes up from the floor. “Mmmm. Just want to rest a little, I think,” I answer low and regrets his sweet smile.
Splitter Hans Jørgen, jessus Jess out of my room. Pierre only wearing black shirt follows with his ass full of clothes we no longer need. There are a few good men who leave my room, I notice before Pierre quietly closes the door. Here’s no more to see or do, I close my eyes and enjoy the relaxedness that you can only experience after sex. I hear the plug being drawn by a bottle out of the kitchen, the jerky sound of glass filled and then my two men’s muted voices. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so safe tube8.