L'impératrice Charlotte et le don charnel

While looking at her dress, the empress discovered love passion and sexuality. She imagined that men…

Through passion, one is passionately passionate about the infinite passionate realm of passionate passions. Kunna

Carnal through the garment, sensual through the progression, the silhouette that watches you waits only for you. Passion is everywhere yet not obvious like an Otherness wishing to give you. The imaginary becomes passionate for certain shapes, scents, sounds, and muted ambiance. As soon as the connivance sketches out and unveils itself gradually like a length, a candor in the mouth, the fruity, the spicy, the tangy, and certain tastes become satiated by the suave desire for strong sensation. This shows that fortitude is merely an appearance for passion, which desires to be slow, gentle, despite appearances. Do not be mistaken, Kunna is complex yet present almost everywhere. Pleasure is subjective and feeds on itself. The infinite passion revolves around, it becomes the turn of passionate expression.

Is the impression a pleasure? What is pleasure?

The other day, in the corner of idylls, my emerald enchants the wood of sacred whispers, the famous whispers of infinitum that sustain life. The wind blows very lightly, and the Word of Arbois thinks itself to be a swarm. You run without losing breath; in fact, it was just a loose march. You are under my spell.

Carnal through color, sensual through the fleece of wishes, the murmuring dorm spills its sweetness in the high courts: do not walk on it, he cried. It was actually a jasmine toga made by the godfather, artisan of the idylls. Cor takes you out of it, I do not understand this language. It was nonetheless sensual… and the speed… now sets the right measure of the golden tuning fork. Despite all the knowable contempt, punishment is formal. They are under my spell.

The beautiful becomes man, the slate becomes woman so that you may write it right there. And before your astonished eyes, so filled with poetry, sensuality, and pepper tickling you, the story of your happy hearts. Sound the toxin, there are no enemies. You are surprised to meet me. Allow me to tell a strange tale that will speak to you and ease all suffering.

Over there, in my hut, my den, my tent, I await you. Do not be afraid of the passion that animates you. Give the password sometimes, and we will meet many times again. Do not fear, for desire insinuates no more than the cause you defend. Keep it precious.

The Carnal Gift of Kunna presents on the desire at the whim of the four enchanted fleeces, leading pleasure for the carnal through the whispers of the infinite spell. Through the causes: a question and an answer are sensuality to allocate what you animate.

The 6-Day Wedding Dress is clothed in desire and infinite passion…