...You.
Walked from the garden lit by the storm that came from Normandy to this side.
The bathroom door it was opened by a digital miracle...
But there were 2 doors: there was a naked man laid on the bathroom floor.
Your naked feet had seaweeds and your white petticoat was one with the storm and the white sky of the summer night, by a digital miracle...now the bathroom doors are in front your eyes, but under your feet ¿it is possible?: Down by a spiral transparent stair you went into the bathroom to give sweet oral sex to the stranger with no name laid on the floor.
You got down on your knees, and caught his big, erected cock with your hand to blowjob him without a reason.
...Moving your head up and down, you slide slow and profound the huge shaft on through your lips; you're completely given to the cock, and suck it deep and phenomenally, enjoying each centimetre...
using your hands a little; you just lick in circles the naked head; and turn to suck it again, like a gross lollipop...after give him some sweet titfuck, you just turn to sink it on through your lips until your throat, sucking it savagely, until make it blow; wild.
When the stranger it sighs, you realize that he's headless: you left him there and jumped out the bathroom in a sequence R, by a digital miracle.
...The bathroom is over your head now, luminous; as you enter inside your room in shadows.
...Now you walk from the garden, lit by the storm: the erötic dream it starts...
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