She is my little angel. When I first saw her, my heart throbbed. She is so real, so tender. I want to hold her in my arms, gently touch every inch of her skin, and lick every sensitive part of her, which fascinates me.
She has a lovely round face and likes to smile, I often sit quietly watching her, she can relieve all my stress. I would talk to her about all the problems I encountered at work and all the bad things in my life, and she will listen to me intently and give me a look of affirmation. I am lucky enough to meet her; she’s always there for me, waiting for me, making my heart less lonely.
She’s wearing a white lace bodice today, those little pink nipples leaping out from beneath the thin lace as if to pierce her lace. My libido begins to flow a lot; I pull off the shoulder straps on both sides of her. The two beautiful plump breasts immediately jump up, naturally falling on her lower abdomen like a balloon filled with water.
I tease her tiny nipples; they all shake; this is my greatest pleasure. I smile and watch her lying next to me, sleeping soundly and sweetly, with her legs separated in front of me, her pussy shins in the moonlight.
I am gently licking the white, tender skin of her inner thighs, right up to her moist pussy lips to her wrinkled anus. She moaned and stirred but went back to sleep.