Only girls can manage to bewitch by remaining constant.
Demure but mischievous.
Here's how I like them. Sajira has been my girlfriend for a month and a half now. I am very lucky to have it with me there is no doubt.
For a month and a half now she hasn't been wearing underwear. She got used to it and men got used to seeing them pretty much EVERYTHING outside.
She is happy but sometimes she blushes.
Japanese girls are so tender! He always has an angelic face in that sweet heart that looks like a lemon toffee, like his favorites.
He is eating one right now sitting on the bench of a tree-lined avenue in Kyoto.
Cherry trees are in bloom. It is the most romantic and most beautiful time of the year.
I'm waiting for Sajira to show me something ... I mean the breast or something.
On the other hand there is no one. Except for me and her.
He throws the peel into the special container and approaches me hugging me and sitting on his lap.
It touches my hair, it makes them cheeky.
I close my eyes and laugh and then kiss me.
-My beautiful geisha-
-My Calt-
In other words, it seems that I am a pet and you own me. Actually I am his master and I decide everything about sex both when he does it with me and when he gets comfortable and lifts his skirt for others.
By now she is used to it even if she is not lustful.
She is a girl who knows how to contain herself and I like that of her.
I am not a pig. I'm not an asshole like others and I don't watch porn movies.
Maybe the third sentence is not really true but let's put it this way.
-We are perfect right? -
I lift her skirt and put my fingers inside her vagina. It is hot and ready.
I always want it that way. It must be ready for me.
Geisha all the way.
And I basically go there willingly. Scazzato, willing and eager.
I am Calt the American and nobody can deny it.
- You hurt me like that. Plan. The vagina hurts me so be careful-
I push slowly and moan and then I understand that it doesn't bother her anymore.
A man wants his beautiful woman to enjoy and never feel bad.
-I think you love me seriously-
He whispers to me.
A breath of wind. Her hair looks like a fairy.
I once read that mermaids also live on land, but I don't remember in which region. Maybe in Japan?
His legs do not look like a tail but his sweetness is that of a primordial being.
-I love you my beautiful-
We kiss for the eternity of a dream.
In a garden that seems ours.