Imagine: we are leaving for the countryside, where there are no people, only dense forest and silence. I lead you by the hand, and in my eyes - a challenge. I am wearing a short dress without underwear. You can already feel how excited I am, and this is only the beginning..... I press you against a tree, my hands slide under your clothes, finding the hardness that I want so much. I kneel down, my lips and tongue begin to play their game, while you hold back your moans, afraid that the birds will hear ours. Then I turn around, lean my hands on the tree trunk. I lift the dress, opening myself completely. You enter me sharply, deeply and each thrust echoes in the forest silence. We move in rhythm, merging with nature, until we reach climax, leaving traces of our passion on the mossy carpet.
I kept it inside for a long time, allowed desires to live only in thoughts. BUT today I want to open up to you, tell you what excites me, what makes my heart beat faster, and my body reach out to you from a distance. I want to feel you .... not just nearby, but deep inside, slowly, so that time disappears. I want you to wake up a woman in me that no one knows: the one who moans with pleasure, the one who moans from your voice, from your firm hands on my most sensitive places. I want you to take me the way you want. Without masks, without embarrassment. So that you make me moan your name, while my nails leave marks on your back. I want you to watch me undress for you - slowly, playfully ... so that you know that every movement is only for you. I dream of being your fantasy, to be the one who drives you crazy, who, who kindles in you an overdone passion. And the next time we are alone... I will show you everything that I am writing about now...... Yours to the point of Trembling
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