Your mocking smile when you listen to my bad English. My despair when I'm unable to express myself properly. My despair when I misinterpret the nuances of your words. Your discreet help to guide me right.
But love doesn't need speech. We can communicate with our bodies, can't we? As we do now.
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Our flat. Our bedroom. Our bed.
The window open towards the summer night. A light wind moving the curtains. Birds singing in the garden.
Your hands.
Your hands unbuttoning my jeans. Pulling them down.
My hands.
My hands unbuckling your belt. Pulling your jeans down.
Your hands taking off my panties.
My hands taking off your underpants.
Standing naked before each other.
Your lips seeking my lips.
Your tongue seeking my tongue.
Your arms around me, squeezing my naked body tight against your naked body.
You lifting me. Lowering me softly onto the bed.
You resting on your right side close to me.
I resting on my left side close to you.
Your lips on my throat. Your hands caressing my breasts. Your lips sucking my nipples. Your hands sliding down to my stomach. Your hands caressing it.
My arms around your neck my lips against your lips my arms moving to your back stroking it smoothly.
Your hand on my pussy. Fingering it softly. Your finger gliding up and down between my pussy lips. Rubbing my clit gently, oh so gently. Ã…h herregud, I get so hot!
Your cock. Rock hard. The head glimmering of moisture.
My hand squeezing your cock gently, moving the foreskin slowly up and down. Hearing a long delightful sigh from you.
You pushing me gently onto my back spreading my legs apart lying down on me kissing me hugging me tangling your fingers in my hair putting your cock at my entrance pushing it slowly into my pussy oh so slowly ååh herregud I get so aroused!