Poetic and corny story...Youth or innocence. I don't know

Poetic and corny story... Youth or innocence. I don't know what is more radiant, your youth or your innocence sensuality. The happy and enigmatic gesture of your fleshy lips, your look elusive and distracted that... attracts my curiosity to investigate, to know what you you propose. You play with your heels, opening and closing your legs, showing -carelessly- your pubes. Then you lower your hand and cover - modestly - the center of my desires. You smile, looking up at the ceiling, you cross one leg. over another and put your arm in your lap. Your magnificent sprouts from your chest tits, crowned by that small bonnet like a nipple; firm, spherical and modestly beautiful. Your neck not only serves as a pedestal for your head, but also - if I know - from the door to your joy; when my kisses give in tribute and color all their blushing skin with the sweet shine of saliva, burning liquid... Your neck is everything, complete, very beautiful and very desirable, and very horny... I don't know what is more radiant: your youth or your innocence sensuality. If your smells or your aromas. Yes when I sigh your woman's aroma pretty, responsive, dressed and groomed, showing the world what a woman is proud to be: prepared and accentuating its beauty... Aromas, sharing and be shared publicly-, aromas, perhaps compatible and harmonious with your youth and sensuality, natural aromas and artifice of aroma, you. Or even more: when I breathe your smell of a woman of passion, extractive, naked and sweaty, showing me what a female is like getting what who seeks pleasure in her man, her male, when your back is pearled with drops of sweat and they run through the channel of your spine to the crack of your fleshy buttocks and my receptive and solicitous finger picks up the traveler humidity just before the shocks of your body riding me put them in the puckered border of your anus... Oh! Glory of glories! magic moment and full of aromas, musk and sweat, vaginal humor and saliva, salt and milk, spicy and honey, kisses and hugs, wet hair. Smells and more smells. I don't know which is more radiant: your youth or your innocence sensuality. My moisture splashed on your pubes, witnesses my visit, and now- your rhythmic breathing and sleep attest to your satisfaction.. I... I kiss you stay...