Wow. I have a blond concubine, no pretty hairs are alike.

Stunning concubine savours delicious pie. Oh, wet dripping pulp smears so sexily over her bra. Fabulous! Now it courses, deforming heavy mulberries. It trickles, delicate zest! A beautiful picture.

I cannot influence the dribbling downpours. Her salmon shirt a voluptuous chaos, ivory trousers an unenviable, besmudged apparel.

“Help,” melodious call “need towel!”

Cleansing is not effortless. Purpled clothing I remove, wash rigorously, resign to lustrate attire of contaminate.

Sweating, concubine enshrouds euphoric beings.

Ah, fabulous connection. Her body, delicate, so lusty.

For ages we investigate private localities. Heaven!