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Rozas
Guest
Economical facial hair on his cheeks.
Slim, but not gangly.
Friendly, warm atmosphere.
White teeth, wide smile.
Tanned by the summer.
Sweet smelling skin, through the summer.
Inner warmth through my feelings.
"Can I help you" I swallow .... Of course you can.
The receipt, he writes something curved.
I look right on his black-haired head.
A look at the slightly open shirt, maybe .... no anyway.
Solid biceps from the exciting sleeves, probably his strong point
but not the only ones, a blue vein across it,
I swallow again, this is where many a girl. ... or boy is falling for.
Behind the counter, he continues to write, my hands glide over the
fabric of the shirt, on the back.
Stylish wide belt, behind my fingers falter, the broad band
of a stunning boxer, narrow loins.
My hands are below the fabric of the shirt, delicious warmth of his back.
My hands on exploration, chest, nipples so soft, belly, whose light confusion
of the hair below the navel.
The cold metal of the wide belt, contrast ... I will ... .. why not?
I am now on my knees, have trouble with too tight jeans ... why?
And in a moment the amazing boxer. ... may yet?
And when he turns around ... .. I can not think of .... It is right?
"Please the receipt."
His bright eyes, my cheeks hot.
He handed me the paper, I just touch his fingers.
I for the counter, he discovered, what was that .... I was just?
Now comes the parting, it was much too short.
Other clients she attracts attention.
I can not help, I'm leaving.
"Goodbye". ... Who knows?
Slim, but not gangly.
Friendly, warm atmosphere.
White teeth, wide smile.
Tanned by the summer.
Sweet smelling skin, through the summer.
Inner warmth through my feelings.
"Can I help you" I swallow .... Of course you can.
The receipt, he writes something curved.
I look right on his black-haired head.
A look at the slightly open shirt, maybe .... no anyway.
Solid biceps from the exciting sleeves, probably his strong point
but not the only ones, a blue vein across it,
I swallow again, this is where many a girl. ... or boy is falling for.
Behind the counter, he continues to write, my hands glide over the
fabric of the shirt, on the back.
Stylish wide belt, behind my fingers falter, the broad band
of a stunning boxer, narrow loins.
My hands are below the fabric of the shirt, delicious warmth of his back.
My hands on exploration, chest, nipples so soft, belly, whose light confusion
of the hair below the navel.
The cold metal of the wide belt, contrast ... I will ... .. why not?
I am now on my knees, have trouble with too tight jeans ... why?
And in a moment the amazing boxer. ... may yet?
And when he turns around ... .. I can not think of .... It is right?
"Please the receipt."
His bright eyes, my cheeks hot.
He handed me the paper, I just touch his fingers.
I for the counter, he discovered, what was that .... I was just?
Now comes the parting, it was much too short.
Other clients she attracts attention.
I can not help, I'm leaving.
"Goodbye". ... Who knows?
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