Romanticism: I know how to make you happy.... SeXStoRY

Over us the hot summer sun, the blue sky on which white dancing clouds, and around the warm dark blue sea float. It is our desert island. We, having joined hands, absolutely bared we lie on warm gold dust, we luxuriate under beams of the southern sun and listens to surf noise. From the sea the light breeze blows, it envelops niches of a body an invisible matter, from pleasure on a body I run ants. From a shining sun my hair have burnt out and became more light, than usually. Now they have become wet and have mixed up with sand... I touch with a hip your foot a little, this touch burns... You rise on an elbow and look in my eyes... The sky, the sea, your eyes... All has mixed up... I sink... The next sea wave pours over us and restores to life... Our bodies become covered by salty splashes from waves running on coast and, sparkling on the sun of sand. You pinch sea salt from my stomach... And I very quietly blow off sand from your shoulders and I shower with their short gentle kisses... Our lips meet... I slightly concern your lips with the... I concern still... You do not hasten to answer... My mouth is slightly opened also a uvula shy the mouth gets into yours... Now you cannot restrain... This passionate kiss clears up desire... You are rolled on a back... You are raised... A show shaking... I continue to blow off sand from your body and to caress it... I kiss your breast... I clasp lips of dummies, slightly biting it... My breast concerns your stomach... My dummies stick into your body... Language slides downwards on your salty stomach from sea water... My lips burn you... Your breath becomes frequent... Heart fights all more strongly... Display of your emotions raises me... I fall more low... My person concerns It... You shudder... Darling, you so like my caresses, and I madly like to caress you... I gently touch It with lips... The whole... I spend a uvula from top to down... I fall more low... Again the whole... Tickling you a uvula, I start to rise slowly again upwards... I clasp His lips and slowly I immerse in myself... You feel my teeth?. It after all is not sick, it simply is extremely pleasant... I play with It at myself in a mouth... Doing a rotary motion by language, I hear your groan, it dements me... I rise a little, I look in your eyes... About, I have read what desire in them!. I feel one more passionate kiss on the lips... Your uvula travels at me in a mouth... You strong embrace me, press to yourself... I am rolled on a back... I feel on myself weight of your body... You kiss me on the mouth... I whisper to you: "Darling, I cannot any more, go to me!" ... I slowly move apart feet and you understand what more to f***e me it is impossible to wait... This moisture between feet - completely not sea water, I simply expire desire juice... You again hear my whisper: "the Sun, I want you, please!" You cover me with yourself and plunge into desire ocean... Our bodies merge... Waves lick our feet, but during this instant for us there is nothing, except ourselves... You move at first slowly and smoothly... Then all faster and faster... My fingers are convulsively compressed, grasping in a palm of a handful of wet sand... ... Each your push pulls out pleasure groan from my breast... ... I now look in my eyes and allow to me to glance in yours... Desire in them merges with happiness, happiness which two halves which have merged in a single whole can test... ... Our brushes of hands become isolated, as two locks of love and we compress them so strongly, how much strongly we "love" each other... Coming nearer sea waves it is similar to what cover our bodies... The sea has heard our impulses and it seems it grasps the same most powerful ecstasy as that in which we enter... Darling, this miracle!. The nature makes love together with us... About, My God... As it is fine... I again repeat, no, I shout: "You my God!" Flat-out we fall on warm sand and the sea again licks our feet... We are happy... In the sky the sun and all same dancing clouds...