After spending an afternoon filled with calm and reassuring, Electra came home one afternoon waiting for loading, eros and music.
as always washed their hands, took off his shoes and clothes with a rush dropping unimportant as to draw a rough path to overcome with a smile, slipped under a jet of boiling water to clean up the last remnants of yet another flirt finished before you begin, carefully wiped completing the ritual stroking the body with scented essence vaguely woody notes and put on his blue silk babydoll china-and new shoes with high heels.
He looked in the mirror admiring and nasty, ready to be seduced by his lucid and faithful friend of the blacks and white keys, walked into the living room with hand winding and ancheggiante, turned off the light, settled himself on the bench to find a soft and slightly sensual, closed his eyes and began to move his fingers to the rhythm of the breath ... and deep melancholy notes, and fusion sound dissonant, after a while, I suggest you move your lips ... a voice, his, finally began to be felt by improvising a hoarse and soft lunfardo ...
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