Total 0 Shares Share 0 Tweet 0 Pin it 0 Enticing, under your grille and your clean lines Where your engine hums, stealthy, tendentious avowal, I accelerate so that my desires towards you tend. In this physical state, I will have to decapote. Three hours of walk in which the lover and the lover will be able to heal themselves. In my legs, my arms, my loins, the sensation Ardor swarms, real, without constraint or retention, While in my mind, hellish ride! Torrential fury! Under the close attention, A simple gesture is enough to raise the adrenaline. And suddenly, ecstasy! 0 0 0 0 Share 0 Tweet 0 Total 0 Shares Share 0 Tweet 0 Pin it 0 Share 0 Michael Trajan Editor in Chief Subscribe The Journey Letters Subscribe By checking this box, you confirm that you have read and are agreeing to our terms of use regarding the storage of the data submitted through this form. Recommended View Post 902 min Project Maybach – The ultimate legacy car View Post 701 min The Beverly Hills Hotel – Hollywood Iconography View Post 80.8K1 min Aire de Bardenas – Symmetrical cube in the desert View Post 222.3K8 min The Ultimate road trip before Coachella View Post 201.1K2 min Rimowa and Porsche present the Pepita suitcase View Post 231.1K2 min The mirror effect of the Maraya Concert Hall View Post 111.6K2 min The Yeatman – The iconic hotel of Porto & its history View Post 119.9K2 min Quinta Ventozelo – Sleeping in a vineyard