Happy Birthday-I love .
For about twenty minutes, you feel the touch of a finger Hayden playing with tufts of hair falling on your face. Have you decided, finally and after numerous threats from Zach, to make them grow.
turn up their nose when you feel the language of Hayden sweet caress your lower lip, leaving a pleasant sensation on the lips moist.
And Adrian comes to mind that does nothing but tease for your incredible and relentless desire to love that girl with every passing day it becomes a woman.
muttering something foolish you hide your face with the sheet, and you feel like a kid. Capacitance can not be reached to thirty-one without being the least changed from when you turned eighteen.
And you realize that she had only six years. That was still a child, damn. While this thought becomes ever more insistent, Hayden went on to torture her neck. His hands caressing down her throat, touching the Adam's apple. And tremble at his touch.
The bed is shaken with a quiet laugh from the girl, but you decide that it is not yet time to wake up.
Basically, you have all the time in the world. Today is all yours, and it is also his. Because without her, you'd be horribly bored, to be to everyone who met him want to cut his veins and perhaps alcoholism.
A smile that no one can see the teeth will be painted on the face, getting up slightly cheekbones. Hayden moves on you and begins to kiss her cheeks and lets you know she wants you to open your eyes now. Because it's been too long and is tired of playing.
But do you think is an injustice. Why is your birthday and you think that in theory you can do what you want and nobody can 'tell you anything or do anything to stop you. But then let your brain stops gradually regress and return to reality.
Open your eyes up, trying to enjoy this moment as much as possible. Meeting his eyes that look at you as only she can do. They smile, to be exact.
And now for the umpteenth time to fix it is enchanted with an indecipherable expression on your face.
You know very well that that phrase means only "oh, 'fuck everything. Ventimiglia move your ass and kiss him ... ". Once you realize that from that position, would not kiss her no movement from your backside.
The confusion that takes possession of Hayden makes you smile slightly. The pick a lock of hair combs and gave it back with your fingers, while letting you see it go to your touch.
"I ..." The whispering and saying, oh God , thank Adrian for making you do an examination of conscience. You are selfish. Because when you lie down like that on top of you, would you lock her up in a glass bubble and not leave it out for any reason.
"... Happy Birthday."
Why these words to you bring to stomach cramps? Perhaps it is the awareness that every damn day that passes, more and more you age, while she is still the girl of only seventeen years that made you lose your head.
Okay. So now you're forced to get up, snorting loudly, and then dissolving the tangle of legs that you created and observe it as he kneels in front of you, you take your hands and makes you sit.
"Now he looked up to observe" is one reason why at ten in the morning, my birthday, I am awake. "
snorts, bringing her eyes to heaven, "Adri said that I can."
Now that you're so confused.
'E' by chance one of those games that you would use two words to get the ass? "Ask, shuddering at the thought.
"No, but what center?" She says as she shrugs. It 's beautiful. E 'wonderfully beautiful, more than you've ever wanted. And it's just nice to feel that feeling in my stomach that I was not so much, every time your eyes rest on that cheeky smile that she gives you every single day.
suddenly takes you by the wrist and drags you forward, making you fall face down on the mattress. Hear it laugh out loud and stay there, as a fool to look at her sideways as he runs off the bed and slipped down the hall toward the kitchen.
growls into the fabric of the sheet and you fold up, and lift his eyes to heaven, and with the look of one who knows very long, reach.
Can not figure out how Hayden is so much fun to do some tricks. But you do not care much. Basically you enjoy her children. And sometimes you can hear a man of his age. Although there are days when a woman becomes a responsible adult and leaves you marveling at all of those words so unsuited to her.
You stop at the door, leaning against the doorpost with the cold shoulder and that you enjoy her, intent on putting his hands somewhere, trying to prepare something edible.
walks slowly toward her, and when you see her shudder under the breath of your breath, the taste a bit of skin visible beneath the web of honey-colored hair.
E 'sweet Hayden. And 'soft and nice for your lips. The your taste buds rejoice while the clavicle lick up and down.
Close your eyes and feel the arch against you, but your fingertips flows slowly under his tank top from the base of the breast to the edge of her panties.
It 's a long time when you are satisfied, and almost can not you see the sketch of cream that has just left the bottle in his hand. Which ends up all on the floor and makes it even more slippery than it has ever been.
"Shit!" Gemi, tirandoti back and you do not realize until you see what Hayden fall back and end up tumbling to the ground.
The thud of his head slamming onto the tiles makes you panic and do not know what to do and what to say.
"Shit. Shit. Shit! "You scream, screaming almost. And with the heat head on the shots, the palpi and the skull, trying to understand more of this absurd situation.
"Hayden, christ, do something." You say, between gasps, shaking.
And something happens, because now you're lying under her, which is located astride you, mocking and laughing, smacking a kiss on the chin and leave him there like an idiot look thrilled.
"Oh yes, Mr. Ventimiglia. Sa? May go to work as a lifeguard. And then that would be the tight red costume and enchanting ... "
And the pull down kissing, tickling her tongue with yours.
And then you, while you take away the vest and kisses her breast, I murmured on his lips: "Adri gave me permission to get everything I want."
And oblivion.
"Happy birthday, me." "Fuck you Pasdar."
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