He loved his water “European” feel stays close to his heart.She watched the play of light and that shadow amazing glow over his face. A voice comes out “Get over it baby” You have better danger to take care of. What’s to endure such pleasure mercilessly so vigorously she steped forward & he watered me down.She was smoking on fire feeling like the Tigress.Let’s travel go to London pubs of malt lip of Beer and travel again get some cafe how we race lips of a Ferrari with the family of Carretti’s. I know what you are going through you need to restart your Bugatti engine.He was the “Re’my” of French kisses he had the words merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed to fit him perfectly.
She smiled and was thinking to herself she said please God have mercy mercy me or since we are in France merci beaucoup she was wearing this sexy Parisian style dress yellow like the goddess sun with polka dots.He could of spot that dress anywhere she went. She bought it in this Dior boutique the tags were printed with hearts and they said Merci’ he was so hot on red fire there was not a single starbucks to be found where they were.But they didn’t care because where they were was so seductively edible. She could eat all his words in French. His eyes gleamed at her mouthy wanting she was divine richly soiled and then his hand found her Godly breast. Every last Chanel –red word rationalizing like an avalanche so fiery like a waterfall needed to save her.She was mind blowing.But at one time he had in fact kissed her and turned her down flat.She was so heartbroken and felt deprived of everything.For the moment she was thinking of all the businesses and what businessmen if they were not who they appeared to be? Saying to herself the whys and the why but who is who theses days. her binoculars finding evidence.Someting has to give and she gave to the big guys trade for a seductive trade. This was not a doll collecter made in