Morningstar

She met his eyes for the first time, and it was enough! The meeting of his eyes was brief, but enough to bare his soul. Slowly she stared at his lips, and wished that kiss as she had not wanted any other. She didn't know whats he had, but she was stirring up her deepest desires. Even before she could return from her private daydream, she could feel his body close at hand. She could feel his breath fresh, with a delicious scent of cinnamon and sandalwood. The heat emanating from him made his desire clear. She was fascinated! Totally shrouded in a mystery, almost palpable, of that strange seducer. He came closer and looked her in the eye, gave that sexy crooked smile, her legs failed and she fell. But she was not afraid, strangely. His arms protected her, and she felt completely safe. His touch was soft. The stares were fixed. His lips lightly touched hers. The kiss was inevitable is much more than desirable. She let go, was involved more and more. The caresses soon came, more kisses. And as fast as she could tell, they were one. She had never felt anything like it before. The intensity. The heat. The desire. The kiss... His eyes lingered on hers, intense, greedy. The touches made her skin quiver. The kisses get more and more thirsty. They were two, they were one ... Suddenly she went back to her shaft and asked him: Who are you? What happened? And with the same sexy smile he replied: You fell ...