Rainy days

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Those cold days where it only causes your rough hands to feel between my thighs and feel your fingers moistened inside me, feel that you rub all that part that brings my sensitivity to the heavens as if it were an angel fallen between wet bushes, as I wish Feel our sweat become one, our moans like a sweet symphony of pleasure and screams that leads us to feel that we are powerful, take you by the back and squeeze your buttocks with my legs to feel all your anger inside me and that you can vent all your feelings spilled in a dense and abundant sperm inside me, around my mouth and my breasts ... I feel the terrible desire to miss you every night and all the sunrises in my room, behind the door, in the dcuhas and in the kitchen.