Mr. Renner is
Mr. Renner was a modest man who lived alone in an apartment on the second floor of a simple building in a remote and quiet part of a large city.
On the same floor as Mr. Renner lived the Schiner family, of Indo-European descent, with more precise traces to some region of Switzerland.
Mr. Schiner, a man accustomed to hard and heavy work, left home with a cooking pot under his arm at the break of day, and religiously was back at 8:30 p.m. His job was distant and to operate the machine in the company where he worked had to transfer in four alleys of urban collectives.
Mr. Renner rarely left the house, and when he did, it was with great discretion. This was his life. He looked about 60 years old, but everyone knew he was 71, which caused admiration in the neighbors because of his excellent physical shape and constant good humor.
He dressed modestly in good clothes, which further emphasized his discreet life. He went out and came back alone and no one in the building had seen him accompanied by another person, nor had anyone even entered his apartment, because he received purchases and correspondence through the kitchen door and then politely said goodbye and locked his door again.
Ingrid, Mr. Schiner's wife, a legitimate blonde of Aryan appearance, spent the day caring for her little daughter, a graceful two-year-old girl. Her beauty was phenomenal, both in her smooth physiognomy, with her blue eyes, and in her medium height, with well-turned legs, thick thighs and appetizing hips. Ingrid at the age of 31 did not suspect that she was the most coveted woman in the neighborhood. But what no one dared to do was to raise her a slight look of loving insinuation, for her behavior as a serious and honorable lady did not encourage this kind of risk.
But what no one really suspected was the great attraction that Ingrid felt for Mr. Renner, even though he never insinuated himself to her with any intention other than friendship. She only saw him in bermuda and T-shirt collecting his mail and that stirred her imagination. Since then she found herself masturbating a few times thinking about Mr. Renner.
One morning, after her husband took the first bus, Ingrid had just fed her daughter and was bored. She put a romantic CD on and lay down with the girl on the couch. The girl soon fell into a deep sleep and didn't even wake up when the doorbell rang. At this moment Ingrid was masturbating thinking about Mr. Renner, stirring her grill that was already oozing with viscous drops of excitement. On a whim she got up and thought: "Damn, who could it be this early in the morning?" She opened the living room door and to her surprise faced Mr. Renner.
In a few words he apologized and asked her for a quick help to push the refrigerator that he wanted to swap places for the first time. <unk> Quick thing - he said <unk> don't even need to wake the girl, poor girl, let her sleep! From the way she was dressed, only in a satin combination and with bare feet, and wet panties underneath, Ingrid entered Mr. Renner's apartment for the first time.
Ingrid followed Mr. Renner into the kitchen, pushing the fridge, asking her to do the same on the other side. They turned around, turned around, and there they were, Ingrid and Mr. Renner, standing between the corner of the tiles and the fridge. Her puffy breasts settled down on Mr. Renner's chest, and Ingrid felt an immense volume creep into her magnificent thighs. The approach of the female drove Mr. Renner crazy to the point where he lost his mind and began to rub himself vigorously against Ingrid's pussy, which didn't react, on the contrary, old Mr. Renner liked it too much to go on, not believing that he was old enough to have a hard car. She was too eager for any interruption.
Ingrid began to groan, and this encouraged the onslaught of Mr. Renner, who suspended his shorts and immediately leaped out a cock as hard as iron.
Mr. Renner adjusted his instrument underneath the combination of that exuberant woman and brushed it over the soaked panties until he found the crack of the vagina, which was also clogged and excited. Mr. Renner maddened by the proximity of that woman and feeling in her the same chemistry of sex, stung her cock so hard that it pierced the panties and penetrated her soft and swollen cheek, crazy with the desire to take all that cock. It was a mind-blowing trick, Ingrid even wanted to climb up the tiles by the shocks of pleasure that she felt when that cock penetrated her like a lightning, causing her bursts of laughter, as if the stick transmitted to him the energy of each sex that was in it the shock that read in the holes. Therefore, by the entrance of the goose, Ingrid begged Mr. Renner to pierce his good cock in the new bed.
And that's exactly what happened. Ingrid lay down and soon stretched her thighs to accommodate that enormous cock inside her bowels. Mr. Renner brushed the huge head of his meaded cock into the vaginal frieze and forced its entrance. The vaginal lips that were already very swollen and red folded inward with the penetration, the stick forced its way and was sliding slowly to the bottom. Ingrid groaned and cried like a child, because Mr. Renner began to give her very strong and deep blows, taking in the edge that surrounds the ball and bringing it out again, with each penetration, until finally the vagina almost burst open again, swallowing Mr. Renner's balls in what also seemed to want to penetrate so much of his excitement.
Ingrid took violent jets of cock into her, which splashed up to her uterus and then overflowed out, and Mr. Renner took the stick from inside and wiped it on the bed sheet. Meanwhile Ingrid twisted and opened her thighs, exposing two huge red gums around a deep hole that kept flowing a viscous milk, thick cock mixed with the secretion of mucous goo that the muzzle releases when it feels enormous pleasure. Ingrid at some time in her life had enjoyed so intensely.
Her vulva was so cracked that she was afraid to give it to her husband at night. The difference between the pikes was huge. Who would have thought, she thought: Mr. Renner, stallion, what a hard and delicious cock he has, and how he has flooded me with fucking! She got up and walked with her legs open to Mr. Ranner, knelt down and just licked his mealy pussy until she let a tear of happiness fall on Mr. Renner's furry sack.
Ingrid returned home, where her daughter was still sleeping on the couch. She went to take a bath immediately, very worried about what would happen when her husband came to have sex with her at night. Surely he would notice a lot of difference, his dick would go into a huge and wide ditch, because Mr. Renner had curled up his dick in the same way a horse would have done.
Under the shower she put the soap on the burnt sketch and made a promise that her husband would not look for her for a few days, because she was so flushed that her hand went with the soap into her vagina, and besides she couldn't stand it for about five days. And in this way she got her worries...
Who would have thought that Mr. Renner, that discreet and kind old man, would provide the best introduction of my entire life... and how could I resist him, with the hot pussy and the footprint he has?
And from now on, what happens?
On the same floor as Mr. Renner lived the Schiner family, of Indo-European descent, with more precise traces to some region of Switzerland.
Mr. Schiner, a man accustomed to hard and heavy work, left home with a cooking pot under his arm at the break of day, and religiously was back at 8:30 p.m. His job was distant and to operate the machine in the company where he worked had to transfer in four alleys of urban collectives.
Mr. Renner rarely left the house, and when he did, it was with great discretion. This was his life. He looked about 60 years old, but everyone knew he was 71, which caused admiration in the neighbors because of his excellent physical shape and constant good humor.
He dressed modestly in good clothes, which further emphasized his discreet life. He went out and came back alone and no one in the building had seen him accompanied by another person, nor had anyone even entered his apartment, because he received purchases and correspondence through the kitchen door and then politely said goodbye and locked his door again.
Ingrid, Mr. Schiner's wife, a legitimate blonde of Aryan appearance, spent the day caring for her little daughter, a graceful two-year-old girl. Her beauty was phenomenal, both in her smooth physiognomy, with her blue eyes, and in her medium height, with well-turned legs, thick thighs and appetizing hips. Ingrid at the age of 31 did not suspect that she was the most coveted woman in the neighborhood. But what no one dared to do was to raise her a slight look of loving insinuation, for her behavior as a serious and honorable lady did not encourage this kind of risk.
But what no one really suspected was the great attraction that Ingrid felt for Mr. Renner, even though he never insinuated himself to her with any intention other than friendship. She only saw him in bermuda and T-shirt collecting his mail and that stirred her imagination. Since then she found herself masturbating a few times thinking about Mr. Renner.
One morning, after her husband took the first bus, Ingrid had just fed her daughter and was bored. She put a romantic CD on and lay down with the girl on the couch. The girl soon fell into a deep sleep and didn't even wake up when the doorbell rang. At this moment Ingrid was masturbating thinking about Mr. Renner, stirring her grill that was already oozing with viscous drops of excitement. On a whim she got up and thought: "Damn, who could it be this early in the morning?" She opened the living room door and to her surprise faced Mr. Renner.
In a few words he apologized and asked her for a quick help to push the refrigerator that he wanted to swap places for the first time. <unk> Quick thing - he said <unk> don't even need to wake the girl, poor girl, let her sleep! From the way she was dressed, only in a satin combination and with bare feet, and wet panties underneath, Ingrid entered Mr. Renner's apartment for the first time.
Ingrid followed Mr. Renner into the kitchen, pushing the fridge, asking her to do the same on the other side. They turned around, turned around, and there they were, Ingrid and Mr. Renner, standing between the corner of the tiles and the fridge. Her puffy breasts settled down on Mr. Renner's chest, and Ingrid felt an immense volume creep into her magnificent thighs. The approach of the female drove Mr. Renner crazy to the point where he lost his mind and began to rub himself vigorously against Ingrid's pussy, which didn't react, on the contrary, old Mr. Renner liked it too much to go on, not believing that he was old enough to have a hard car. She was too eager for any interruption.
Ingrid began to groan, and this encouraged the onslaught of Mr. Renner, who suspended his shorts and immediately leaped out a cock as hard as iron.
Mr. Renner adjusted his instrument underneath the combination of that exuberant woman and brushed it over the soaked panties until he found the crack of the vagina, which was also clogged and excited. Mr. Renner maddened by the proximity of that woman and feeling in her the same chemistry of sex, stung her cock so hard that it pierced the panties and penetrated her soft and swollen cheek, crazy with the desire to take all that cock. It was a mind-blowing trick, Ingrid even wanted to climb up the tiles by the shocks of pleasure that she felt when that cock penetrated her like a lightning, causing her bursts of laughter, as if the stick transmitted to him the energy of each sex that was in it the shock that read in the holes. Therefore, by the entrance of the goose, Ingrid begged Mr. Renner to pierce his good cock in the new bed.
And that's exactly what happened. Ingrid lay down and soon stretched her thighs to accommodate that enormous cock inside her bowels. Mr. Renner brushed the huge head of his meaded cock into the vaginal frieze and forced its entrance. The vaginal lips that were already very swollen and red folded inward with the penetration, the stick forced its way and was sliding slowly to the bottom. Ingrid groaned and cried like a child, because Mr. Renner began to give her very strong and deep blows, taking in the edge that surrounds the ball and bringing it out again, with each penetration, until finally the vagina almost burst open again, swallowing Mr. Renner's balls in what also seemed to want to penetrate so much of his excitement.
Ingrid took violent jets of cock into her, which splashed up to her uterus and then overflowed out, and Mr. Renner took the stick from inside and wiped it on the bed sheet. Meanwhile Ingrid twisted and opened her thighs, exposing two huge red gums around a deep hole that kept flowing a viscous milk, thick cock mixed with the secretion of mucous goo that the muzzle releases when it feels enormous pleasure. Ingrid at some time in her life had enjoyed so intensely.
Her vulva was so cracked that she was afraid to give it to her husband at night. The difference between the pikes was huge. Who would have thought, she thought: Mr. Renner, stallion, what a hard and delicious cock he has, and how he has flooded me with fucking! She got up and walked with her legs open to Mr. Ranner, knelt down and just licked his mealy pussy until she let a tear of happiness fall on Mr. Renner's furry sack.
Ingrid returned home, where her daughter was still sleeping on the couch. She went to take a bath immediately, very worried about what would happen when her husband came to have sex with her at night. Surely he would notice a lot of difference, his dick would go into a huge and wide ditch, because Mr. Renner had curled up his dick in the same way a horse would have done.
Under the shower she put the soap on the burnt sketch and made a promise that her husband would not look for her for a few days, because she was so flushed that her hand went with the soap into her vagina, and besides she couldn't stand it for about five days. And in this way she got her worries...
Who would have thought that Mr. Renner, that discreet and kind old man, would provide the best introduction of my entire life... and how could I resist him, with the hot pussy and the footprint he has?
And from now on, what happens?
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