French theatre lesbian topless kiss scene on stage

I'm unbuttoning her blouse.

Find her breasts, wrap herself.

Let this bra make the earth.

My hand, this day, empty and air.

She defends us.

He's slipping the thin strap.

I get it, hold the pony.

With the palm of my hands.

Suddenly the milk evaporates.

Find out her beautiful breasts.

I'm looking at them for flogging.

Too beautiful, too thin, hard on impact.

And they're worried about that silence.

I kiss my hand in touch.

From this compact, soft chest.

I didn't touch the nipple.

From these letters comes my mouth.

Spreading all to long woe.

I run in finer seas.

Made of mere, rose and milk.

My mouth yearns, my tongue twitches.

That black nipple I bit.

It makes all its skin tremble.

So much happiness and promise.

She hopes for life that soon.

I'm gonna lock both his ass up.