IL TULIPANO NERO

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*They loved each other...They loved each other really...When they were together the world around them disappeared to...Disappeared people...Lies...The hypocrisy...The shame...There was place only for the truth...Love pure and sincere...That when they were together became a passion...They knew each other deeply...He knew exactly how to make her go crazy and...He knew what strings touch...He had great hands...Strong hands...And with those hands he reached points of her body that seemed made for those hands...Her breast...It was not a prosperous breast...But it was perfect for his hands...He could spend hours and hours just admiring that breast...Always so hot...And fragrant...He loved his scent...The smell of her skyn...Always smelled good things...Good things to eat...Good things to enjoy...And she adored those hands...Often she took those hands so big and drove throughout the body...And those hands left carry and drive while waiting to arrive at the end of the trip...Where they really belonged...And then the kisses...Long kisses...With the tongue that touched...Before gently and slowly...Then the desire grew...And then her tongue began to flow along the neck...And then down the spine...While the hands grabbed her hips ....And she was biting her lips while stroking his hair...Then he threw her on the bed...He took her legs and pulled towards him...Then she clung to the headboard of the bed...And she felt his tongue move inside her...Breathing became increasingly labored to...Moans came out from his mouth and scattered throughout the room...D.B*