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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) RomanianTranscript
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the one loves me like you do. But if the book doesn't sell, read by nickel, ELISA is woken up by sunlight peeking through the windows. A doubling of pretty patterns across the opposite wall through the window shades has appeared and she stretches softly, smiling to herself when she feels arms tighten around her middle and lips on the back of her neck is their anniversary, luckily it's during the summer. Otherwise Emma would have been up and ready to get to school already to teach whatever second grade menaces were enrolled in her music class. The corners of her lips turned up at the thought of her wife, surrounded by Children all clamoring for her attention. But she keeps death to herself. Now, kids are a discussion for another time, a time where she isn't already feeling a little hot under the collar due to the fingers pressing over the dimples at the base of her spine before they shift around until they're running over her. Abs softly. She turns her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the woman holding her good morning, she murmurs in homs, smiling softly as she brushes curly brown locks out of the way to press kisses along Alyssa's shoulder, pulling her oversized sleep shirt out of the way as she goes. A pleasant shiver travels down her spine as Emma's hand continues to trace lazy patterns. Good morning, the woman replies, fruity and soft in her ear, her voice as comforting as ever. Did you sleep well? Yeah, she models in reply. I squeezing shot as rough fingertips, walk up further beneath a short and goes over the underside of her breasts. Did you? I did. The words are lying in her ear. Warm breath fans over Alice's neck as she shifts backwards under the guise of attempting to get comfortable. God, you're so beautiful! Is Melissa's eyes relaxing further into Emma so wholly aware how wonderful these moments are so sure that this is never the kind of thing she could ever take for granted. She loves the rhythm of Emma against her feeling her heartbeat, of knowing that they're each other's knowing that they're meant to be. She loves that she can almost hear love songs whenever Emma is close, loves that she can get lost in these moments can sink into it until her heart is startling in her chest and she feels like the most important person in the whole world while in strong safe arms, her eyes should open when Emma brings her other hand around the scratches gently at her navel. Oh, she gasps but is suddenly overwhelmed as Emma squeezes her left breast gently and wondrous. Oh she gasps, body, suddenly overwhelmed as Emma squeezes her left breast gently and wanders her other hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, which are really just another pair of her wife's boxers. I love you so much and my whispers earnest and gentle, Happy anniversary. My love melissa shivers at a term of endearment presently on fire as Emma finally shifts them so she's on top pushing the comforter back as her fingers teasingly trail up the inside of Alyssa's thighs without a care in the world. I love you too. She breathes heart beating wildly in her chest. She said I was against her pillow, her fanning across it, arching her back and pressing her hips forward. Emma smiles, leaning down to kiss the side of her head to nip and suck mark where her neck meets her shoulder since her shirt is still riding down and she teases over the crease of Alyssa's thigh. You're the best part of my life. She breathes softly and sweet into Lisa's ear and she finally traces a finger through her wetness, teasing her **** briefly before circling her entrance. My favorite person in the world, I could never live without you. Nobody loves me like you do. The confession makes Eliza tremble suddenly, both heavy and light as she brushes and a few tears well up in her eyes, fraud suddenly clogged with emotion. She opens her mouth to reply to agree that she knows nobody loves her like Emma does too. And she can't imagine surviving a single day without her that the love they share cannot be replicated, no matter who might try. But then Emma presses a finger inside her, kisses her neck once more and she loses her breath, eyes rolling back as her heels briefly scramble on the bed to keep her knees bent before her wife rapidly adds a second finger and calls just right until she's completely flat against the bed. Oxygen rejected from her lungs. As she winds and gasps Emma, she manages to say hand reaching up to face the blonde hair. I love how you say my name. I am always supposed to during way love everything about you. She begins to pick up the pace of the rest. I love how you feel around me. Making you feel good. Alyssa whimpers overwhelmed by Emma sports so close in her ear by what today means whatever day with Emma has begun to meet. But I had a feeling of euphoria that's begun to overtake her until she feels as though she's drowning in a perfect blue of an ocean, her back arches further off the bed as Emma circles her **** with her poem and brings her free hand after it's beside her hand to support herself as she marks Alyssa's pulls point smiling at the rough beat she finds beneath her lips, you are so gorgeous, baby am I continues. Still can't believe your mind sometimes Alyssa flushes even harder at that, so aware of how close she is when she says, well I am, I'm yours and loses her balance slightly at the words And Alyssa smiles to herself. Morning quietly when her wife begins to put her hips behind each thrust until her gut is pulled tight and hot, ****, gasps baby, ****, I love you so much. Emma says again in her ear, pressing her fingers back against the front wall once more while touching over her **** with the heel of her poem, Alyssa's head tips back as she tucks her blond hair harder, letting out a stream of incomprehensible noises that sound a bit like a mix of Emma's name and curse words. I'm gonna come. She mumbles quietly. Was high and needy. Can I come? Of course, eminence, breath up against her skin. Of course, come formulas. The pleasure comes to head quicker than analysis thought possible as she falls apart, practically writing Emma's hand as she comes. It coursing for her as her post bounds in her ears, her body craves not the release as soon as she's had the first, her hips bucking enough that Emma seems to get the message um coming up to move over her **** roughly as she buries her fingers to the very knuckle. Alyssa wines, keeping her wife close against her neck until she shatters once more. One like curling around a woman to keep her near as she jerks forward, eyes still squeezed shut, happy anniversary. And my mom was to her quiet and loving and also a bit smug. Was that a good way to kick off Alyssa Brown's more redness spreading down her cheeks at her words. Yes, and she loves it was quite good. She posted curly bone hair gently until she can meet hazel eyes with her own. They must be seizing in life changing in a soft morning glow that's been steadily pouring through the windows with their eyes should learn to get lost in as it has always made her realize just how much you can even fathom losing this these moments um a solid presence in her life. The love that runs so deep between them, it's often difficult to find where one of their heartbeat stops and the other begins. She smiles, observing how well they fit together in this moment. In all moments really, there is nobody for her but Emma, they're like puzzle pieces meant to snap together like ocean and sand meant to meet no matter the obstacle. What asks a matching ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Kiss me, Melissa asks, struggling to put all of her thoughts into words, knowing that if Emma kisses her, she'll be able to communicate it all without a single syllable Emma nodes, allowing herself to be guided by hand on the back of her neck until their lips meet sweet and practiced Alyssa grains, slotting them together as she's done so many times before trying to say everything she can, everything she wants to, everything she needs to do. She confesses her love in it confesses her joy and her longing. Take every step of future with Emma, she sinks into Emma like is the only thing that matters. Like there's some kind of pressure to get in every case she possibly could right now for several moments we stay just like that, enjoying the intimacy, the softness of the morning on the day. That reminds them of their love of all we've gone through and all we've built together. I made waffle mix last night, some managers to tell them on between kisses, more breakfast than she'd care to admit, oh my last she's hot and she can cook Alyssa grains, giving em a oneness chaste kiss before she leaves them over corners of her mouth, pulling up further when her wife feels quietly at the move and she also wants to return the favor, she gives us Emma's check So six and then waffles the wound beneath her grounds in appreciation. You're my dream girl, You know that Alyssa giggles, walking her hands under her wife's shirt, taking a fabric with her as she goes, well, I sure hope so.