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Silent girls
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When I think of silent girls, I think of cautious smiles and falling eyelids, observing. Grinding teeth and misunderstood, but once tasted a sensation. A mix of flavors. They breathe silence and they melt on my tongue and tingle through my body like a cooling sip of white wine on a hot summer evening.
Silent girls are like the color of milk, the shape of clouds and the hard-to-see rainbow in a downpour. You are amazed that they are not nerds or have exciting fantasies. About their passions and dreams. Where speaking women become passive and back out, the silent oneself open up if you get their trust. Surprised if she does not like being slowly stroked by candlelight over her body while you tenderly make love with them, but secretly just want to be taken very hard. Such a girl who insists on the inside that you simply bend her hard over the table, pull the panties off her bottom and take them. She can no longer think and only feels ...
(silent girls think too much)
You must cherish them, not humiliate them. They are not silent because they do not dare. Silent girls are quiet because they can stand silence. Silence does not force, does not lie, silence from no peer pressure. The silence is gentle and questioning instead of answering. Not arrogant, or shy, scared or weird. Silent girls offer more than brutal screams, an endless demand for attention and confirmation. Silent girls are so good.
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Posted on : Oct 16, 2019
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