Me and the hot, jerk-off actor from the Globe.

I was super obsessed with a Globe actor, tall, gorgeous as hell, who would lead me to imagine the craziest fantasies... Since I was never going to be quiet, I decided to go on the attack: So I filled the bag and searched here and there, that I arranged his cell phone and his email... From then until I got to the conversation with him, it was a good time... I was always increasing the messages, a thousand things happened, I met a friend of his, which made me discover what he liked and logically that he is a good asshole, like any artist. Conversation here and there conversations, we started communicating and gaining trust with each other. He always complained about his girlfriend and took the opportunity to go asking for some assholes, of the genre: Sleeping with a woman and taking pictures, sleeping with others, these things that I always lied about doing but that I never did ... In the meantime, the guy separated from his girlfriend and I was happy with life, because to make matters worse I fell in love with him and then he made me crazy and decided to go to his land, Sampa. He was talking about wanting to see me, wanting to eat me and the scambal and then I, determined to be with the man of my dreams managed to hide from everyone, including my boyfriend, at a time when we had separated. I was super far from home, in the middle of Sampa, great adventure dying of fear of getting to his house and something bad happened or something, because I had read a news report that an Italian actor would have drugged a fan and then the girl had died. Personal artist is the same and all this was not different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same and all this was not different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same and all this was different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same and all this was different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same and all this was not different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same personality is the same and all this was not different mainly because of what he was showing me... He had a crazy smile on his face and everything is the same personality is the same artist is the same and this was not different mainly crazy and this was not different mainly because of what he was showing me... Super crazy, he would eat me hard, and in the middle he made me stand on all fours, while talking a lot of bastards like: <unk> Give it to me, my crazy, hot little bitch...<unk> You give me the biggest boner...<unk> Look me in the eye and say that you love me, that I'm your man, your macho<unk> I enjoyed again, saying that I loved him... He, he enjoyed right after, filling me with fuck, everywhere, saying that he wanted to stay forever inside me. I replied that I wanted to keep everything that was of him inside me, forever. Crazy thing indeed. We were embraced in the middle of the floor and he confided to me that for a long time I had not felt so much pleasure with a woman and ... And I believed and I believe in fact, because he revealed the biggest boner for me during those two days that we spent together. Soon after all this happened, we never went back to have sex, I stayed there for almost all the time I had the pleasure of eating or sucking. After I left, we corresponded and he said a thousand wonderful things to me...And I was super in love with him...Then he started to be cold and thick with me and then things changed...Super crazy wanted to fuck me more ex and never settled for any. Now I wanted one or the other and then I disengaged. I went back to my boyfriend, I'm getting married but still today the guy keeps calling or writing, one hour, wants another he's really fat, crazy. He who masturbates thinking of me, as he did before meeting me, as I told him one of those days...I don't want to be the other...Vale for the experience I lived, for the passion I felt, but even love didn't give. And as quiet as it is, no one knew what rolled between us: The person thinks he never had anything, that I never even saw him think and just let the memories revive...