I'm not sure I'm going to be able to make it.

1 <unk> Indiscreet message "Hello, love! I just arrived. I'm already naked, waiting for you! Don't be late, please! I'm going crazy with desire!" Harold looked at the screen of his mobile phone without understanding anything! The number that had sent the call was known, but the message had no meaning. Curious, and also excited, he dropped what he was doing and ran home. He felt his roll jump inside his pants imagining Helena naked ..., <unk>what a tease!<unk>, he thought as he drove. It was an opportunity he could not miss. He was so excited that he barely parked the car in the garage, almost forgetting the keys in the ignition. He swept through the house, running towards the room. He entered and found it empty! "What the fuck is this?" he thought, angrily; that's when he heard the noise of the shower in the booth; he crept to the door and looked through the window. Helena, naked, was drying herself; he tasted that body full of curves, with generous breasts and wide butt ..., Helena was a woman of almost fifty years, but her body was perfect, according to his preferences. He remained there, quiet and silent, just savoring the moment. And when he realized that she was about to leave the bathroom, he ran next to the bed, undressing completely. Naked and stiff, he lay face up, proudly displaying his rebellious, pulsating erection. Helena was startled to come out of the bathroom and find Harold naked and stiff lying on his bed. "Harold, what is this?" she cried, dropping the towel on the floor. "What are you doing here? And why are you naked?" -Well, I'm here because of your message! <unk> he replied, sitting on the bed and holding the scroll with one hand, while with the other, he was showing her his mobile device. Helena picked up the phone and read the message, immediately blushing..., her hands trembling and her face showing sad faces. Clearly uncomfortable, Helena didn't know what to do, much less what to say; it was really an embarrassing situation, which she didn't seem to have fixed. -Oh, Harold, I'm sorry! <unk> she pleaded in an uncertain voice <unk> I sent the message to your cell phone ..., oh! What a mess! But anyway, get dressed and get out of here now! -Calm down, Dona Helena! <unk> he retorted, standing up <unk> I can imagine who this message was for ..., but, since I'm here ..., with a hard stick ..., the least I deserve is a good fuck! -What! You've lost your mind! - shouted Helena, trying to keep her composure. - No way! And get out of here... now! -I don't think you understand your situation! -Harold answered in a tone of irony. -If you don't fuck with me, you know very well where I'm going to send this message... don't you? There was a moment of impasse; Helena looked at Harold with a hard look, but, it could be seen that she did not feel safe ..., someone had to give in, but, it would not be him, for sure. And then, finally, Helena took a deep breath and resigned herself. "What do you want, anyway?" she asked in a failing tone. "Well, for starters, you can come over here and suck my dick!" he replied firmly. Helena walked in hesitant steps towards Harold, reaching out her hand and holding the hard mast of it; she massaged the roll and then pushed the boy towards the bed; he lay down and she knelt by his side. Holding the pike by the base, she drew her face closer and began to lick the entire length of the limb into groove. Harold began to groan, stroking Helena's platinum-colored hair, enjoying the delicious licks; Helena licked for a while and then swallowed the roll, sucking with passion; she had an incredible skill at oral sex; Helena would suck the roll whole, swallowing and spitting in rhythmic movements, punching that mast until it brushed her glottis. It was an unusual sensation to be sucked with such skill; but Harold wanted more, and with quick movements made his partner lie down on the bed, and soon began to suckle her juicy breasts. He sucked each of the breasts, voraciously sucking on the hard, creepy little nipples, while his hand went down to his partner's vagina, forcing her to open her legs for him to apply a thumbs-up. Helena groaned and sighed deeply, writhing under the dominance of her partner's mouth and also hand ..., and that was how she experienced a sequence of orgasms that followed each other leaving her completely wet. Taking advantage of the moment, Harold climbed over Helena and holding the scroll with one of his hands, pointed it in the direction of her soaked cave. He penetrated her with a forceful movement, causing Helena to groan even louder, unable to hide the pleasure she was feeling. "Oh, my God! How delicious you fuck! And what a prick is this! Look how hard it is!" she stammered, opening even more and corresponding to the movements of her male back and forth. -I knew you were a female and so much! <unk> commented Harold somewhat panting and without losing the rhythm of the bombs <unk> What a hot and tight pussy! I'll fuck you much more ..., you are my bitch! -Oh, yes I am! <unk> she replied with difficulty pronouncing the words <unk> I am your whore! If that's what you want... "That's exactly what I want!" he replied, intensifying further the back and forth movements against Helena's vagina. "That's all I want!" Pumping like crazy, Harold made his partner lose track of orgasms. After a long time, Helena had lost all sense of her surroundings; the orgasms were of such magnitude that she, at certain moments, felt that she could faint from so much pleasure. And Harold did not give up, fucking hard and mercilessly, a real spanking! Both were sweaty, but nevertheless, they persisted in letting the weather roll. Helena no longer knew how many orgasms she had had, only that each new sensation was better than the previous one. "Enough! Now I'm going to fuck that delicious rabbit!" announced Harold without ceremony. "No, not that!" replied Helena, with what little dignity she had left. "Nobody ate my ass". - Well, Helen, without that, no! <unk> ironized Harold <unk> And until when are you going to regulate this ass that seems to be delicious? Without waiting for an answer, Harold pulled out the scroll and, as he got up, brought Helena with him. He ordered her to lie on all fours on the floor while he stood in the puppy position behind her; he held her buttocks in his hands, separating them until he could glimpse the small hole in the valley between them. He fell from his mouth, licking and sucking Helena's ass, who immediately after the first licks, fell into temptation, moaning and rolling like crazy. Then Harold was in position, and after a few spits on the stick to leave him licked, he demanded that Helena separate his buttocks. As soon as she obeyed him, he held her by the hips, and buried the roll, sticking the glans that broke the initial resistance; Helena cried out in pain and begged him to stop. Harold obeyed, letting her get used to the stick head buried in her bowels. Slowly, he was introducing the scroll, inch by inch, inflicting on Helena an indescribable torment; she gasped, moaned, groaned, but, nevertheless, Harold went on. And when she felt his balls collide with the inside of her buttocks, she was sure that the scroll was buried in her bowels. However, Helena barely had time to breathe, as Harold began to deliver swift punches against her rear end in an almost mind-boggling rhythm that left Helena reeling from her partner's voracity. And after much pain, she experienced her first anal orgasm, which was simply stupendous! Harold leaned over her and started fingering her clitoris, causing another sequence of successive mocks, which made her float in ecstasy. "I never thought you were such a good male in bed, little Harold!" she remarked in an imprecise, gasping voice. Harold felt proud and at the same time very happy. They lingered in the prelude of sex that began as a threat and proceeded as an idyll; and after the first slap on the buttocks of Helen who groaned with pleasure, followed an increasingly intense succession, making the female scream with heat, delighting in the calculated torture. - That's it, my cock! <unk> she said, almost without strength <unk> Go! Hit my ass! Hit hard ..., punish your little whore! This new way of enhancing sex between them made Helena enjoy it even more, almost exploding with pleasure, so much so that she retaliated by throwing her ass against the hard roller that pierced her ass, in movements that soon became synchronized. With so much effort, Harold had reached the limit of his endurance, sweating to the beaks, and panting, he surrendered to the inevitable ..., felt a tremor run his body, while chills popped through the surface of his skin ..., was the harbinger of the end ... I'm gonna have fun, you little bitch, I'm gonna fill your ass with my hot fucking! I want to feel this hot fucking flowing through my body ... take that dick away ... take it, I'll do the rest! Harold, unable to react, watched as his partner backed off, then projected forward, pulling the roll out of his bowels. Immediately, she turned to her partner, and on her knees, held the roll, masturbating it, while sucking it with anguish. Soon, Harold howled like a wild animal, and Helena pointed the roll to his body, receiving the enormous load of semen that projected in vigorous jets, licking it all up. She enjoyed it to the last drop. And the next moment, the couple were on the bed, overcome by effort and dominated by fatigue. Dominated by sleep, lord of their bodies and their souls ... In the morning, Harold woke up frightened! He was in Helena's room; he looked at himself and confirmed her nakedness; the small pains that throbbed, were the confirmation and the reward of a night of hot sex with the desired female. Happy and satisfied he took a bath and went down towards the kitchen. "Good morning, Mom!" he said, addressing Helena, who was sitting at the table sipping freshly brewed coffee. "Good morning, my dear!" she replied with a smile. "Sit down and have coffee with me". "Where's Daddy?" he asked, curious and worried. - Yesterday, he traveled to Brasilia <unk> she responded with a hint of naivety in her voice (hence the text message!). "Don't wait for me for lunch ... I have a lot of audiences in the forum, and then I have to go to the office", said Helena, as she got up from the table, grabbed her purse and briefcase, and walked toward the living room. "For lunch, all right", answered Harold, holding Helena's hand. "But at night, I want you here, for me, do you understand?" Helena kissed the boy's lips, smiled, and went off to her day's work.