It took two hours from finishing work to the last train to meet my lover. During those two hours, I was immersed in the world of sensuality. Firm, bell-shaped breasts. The buttocks are plump, soft and elastic. A lump of Eros smells from every part of the body. During the restraining period, her sexual desire is released, and when she kisses her tongue, she vigorously licks the rod of flesh that she gazes at lovingly, and invites her into a dripping honey pot. There are two hours left until the last train, long or short, where you can forget your shyness and enjoy too raunchy intercourse.
