Me, My Ruiva and the Moto F 800 GS!

I'm not a young man with a healthy body, a tri-athlete's breath and a super-pint of 19 cm. My 52 years give me the luxury of having a well-disguised belly at my 1.85 meters, I exchanged the breath for beautiful gray hair and super-pint... as I never had, I specialized in two things that I have no modesty: my tongue and my brain! I love to run my tongue through the corners and the circumferences and the insides of women and I know I use it very well! I love whispering and fantasizing in the ears of those who are with me with all the details that women like (and want) to hear, because experience has proved to me that most women have their G-spot in the brain and not only inside the vagina on a button that clicks with the indicator at the height of the clitoris (although this also exists and helps a lot!). The Ruiva that I met through these dating apps (count <unk>Moto, synonymous with Sex without Commitment and which I told only as the BEGINNING of our 1st night) ended up becoming the official <unk>ficante. And not for less... how would I let a mouth like that just go out of my life? She was the first woman I met who liked to swallow my orgasms and <unk> not satisfied only with that <unk> sometimes she showed me her mouth completely full of my pleasure to have nothing more in seconds !!! It's hard to see this scene and not get hard again! So it became routine in our nights that always end in the mornings of the following days. For both of us, that wasn't a problem, because she worked as a Tournant Receptionist at a motel in the metropolitan area, and usually our dates were when her schedule for the next day was from 2 p.m., or off. And I, being a self-employed professional, was also responsible for my schedules and goals, and I was already scheduling myself to be more at ease on the days when she had more peace of mind. I didn't bother with her work at all, although I always heard from some colleagues the sneaky jokes that Motel Receptionist always gets extra income from lonely guests, and I would take her in the sports car, because our relationship had already begun in a way that she was, let's say, naked, so it went on, and we had no moral restraints between us. It was fun until she would tell some stories about home, and her lonely stories at the nearby motel, and the little girls would come over and have drinks. Anyway, we became less and less crazy, and less and less. (Laughter) Invariably I would pick her up at the end of her shift. Whenever possible, by motorcycle for a great and justifiable reason: From the Motel to home was only one Avenue (for those who know the region of SP <unk> Av of the States that connects SP to the part of ABC). She, clumsily, already lifted the FZ600 plate so that the radars did not catch and we did the 15 km from the Motel to home, stuck in 10 minutes. For those who understand and know the feeling of speed with the adrenaline running through her body when you stop the motorcycle after the tour, you will understand very well what I say that we had to run up to the apartment in seconds, such was the desire that emerged from this woman! I did not need preliminaries at home ... the speed of this role did very well because her enjoyment came in my mouth in minutes in the room, but we hardly got to the same room. The stereotype of nymphet and nymphomaniac was imprinted on her smile, on her face, on her body, on her smell, gestures and desires. Our difference of more than 17 years didn't matter much as I drifted closer and closer to her. One day she turned into the night and I went to pick her up at 6 o'clock in the morning. At that time I usually drove because of the cold of the morning. However, since we were already in spring and summer time in practice, late, I put a loose Bermuda and went on a motorcycle without warning. When I saw her leave the motel, I thought, "What the fuck?" She was wearing sandals and a round skirt and not very long (a palm above the knee) precisely because of the heat that it was in the early morning. I argued that it was better for her to return and put on the uniform (after all she was on a motorcycle!). She looked at the motorcycle and at me, gave that naughty and pumbaa smile! She climbed on the rump and gave me a pat on the back as if saying "Let's go soon!" I don't have to tell you she's the only one doing that. My dick's awake, isn't it? Seeing those outside thighs (the fuselage of the FZ600 is a little above the seat because the exhaust passes under the seat of the fuselage) rubbing on me and knowing that she was showing off gave me a BIG boner! At the first sign that I stopped (I was in no hurry that morning), I began to caress her ankles and climbed with my hand by the leg potato and passed behind her thighs only with the tips of my fingers and only heard her say <unk> between helmets: Stop it you're making me hornier! I looked back and asked if she had any idea how I was feeling. She answered only by squeezing my hard stick over the bermuda and said: I was sure you'd be like this by now! Between smiles, I left already cheering for the next closing signal and said and done and we started all over again. However, she was faster and already put her hand inside my bermuda and began to masturbate. That's right! 6:30 a.m. and she's jerking off to me on my snowflake in the middle of traffic! Honestly, I hit the "fuck you" button, and I just prayed for the signal to take a while to open, but even with the signal open, she wouldn't let go of my dick and stuck both her hands inside my Bermuda shorts to masturbate and jerk off to my balls at the same time. When we got to the next sign it was that I realized that it was always the same vehicle that paired with us in the sign. However, with that insufilm, nothing could be seen in the car and I also did not care about that height. But the driver lowered the glass and the passenger (there were two boys) turned around and said amid laughter: Uncle! (I want to say "Uncle is the fuck" but I held myself back) This woman's stamina is not very for you, is it? You are showing everyone back there that you have no panties, with that wonderful butt pointed at the sun and beating a little for you. I think you will need help to take care of this plane! I'm with you!!! I didn't even have time to respond, because she turned around and said, If he needs help, we'll call you both! Still unable to sketch out a reaction to everything I was hearing and seeing, in a matter of seconds I had a piece of paper in her hand. I accelerated as if to ask for passage (with sports exhaust you hardly use a horn in transit ... just accelerate the clutch that neglects to open passage) and I left there quickly with her laughing. I came home from work, and I was getting madder and madder at her for asking the phone for the two boys who made it seem like I didn't care about her, and as soon as I closed the door, she ripped off her clothes (and REALLY the motherfucker was out of her underwear!) and curled up on the couch and just said, Come and eat me, come! He'd say that already masturbating and showing his fingers already lubricated by his hard-on. My mixture of anger and desire became apparent and I thought, "It's prick she wants, it's prick she'll get!" I squeezed in between his legs, and in one punch, I got to his balls, and I heard his first hard-on scream. Throw hard, show me all the anger you're getting from seeing your whore desired by others, prove to me that you're my master! She knew that I was mad at her at the same intensity of horny and that left me... with more horny! I grabbed her hair, I pulled her back, I bit her shoulder and I told her in the ear that since she was my little whore, as such I was going to treat her and I stuck with all the strength I could muster to hear her second scream and feel her fingernails getting on my back and her wetting the couch with her orgasm that came without warning. I couldn't believe that "Uncle" here had managed to make fun of this woman with just two punches, but it was clear from the shocks she was taking all over her body and the disconnected words she was trying to say. But my stamina didn't diminish and, still with me inside her, I began to move slowly, in a back-and-forth rhythm taking out almost everything and putting it back in again until she felt my balls landing on her. And at each landing there was another moan, delicate, deep, gentle that made her gasp again. So I stayed for a while, always in the same rhythm and began to speak in her ear that that body now had one owner and she would give it to me. She promptly added, amid her groans: I give it only to you, my master, and to whoever you want to fuck me... too! Upon hearing that, my rhythm inside her increased and so did her groans. You liked to see your little whore being desired, didn't you? I told her to shut up and I increased the pace of the back-and-forth <unk>I'm only yours and I love to see others drooling and licking their foreheads for wanting to have what only you have.<unk> The pace picked up and the impression I got was that my dick had also gotten harder from the fact that she was showing off so that others could see "Uncle" taking care of this "stuff". We could only hear each other's breaths, our tongues merging and becoming one, and as if combined, his moans gave me more of a boner, my boner increased his moans, and in a single movement, our joys blended into one. In order not to pass out on her, I got up and was walking to the bathroom when she asked for my phone in a hurry. I handed it to her and went to the bathroom. I didn't understand her hurry, but I didn't ask because I needed to go to the bathroom urgently. When I came back, I saw that lame-ass grin stamped on his face. She had sent a text to her cell phone that those boys took down. Before the message, a few pictures that showed only their sex soaked in our mockery and the message just saying: "Thank you, boys, Uncle here thanks you for cheering up our morning, that's why you're serving as an appetizer to my main course". I turned to her and said, But what if they want... something else? <unk>You answer that I only like to fuck with men. When they stop being <unk>boys-pawn<unk> they will understand how to treat a woman as you treat me! Besides, to have this redhead here, it is necessary to have that nigga there to satisfy us...<unk> He said this pointing to the BMW 800 GS Moto. Which reigned in the parking lot of the building. Besides, as I told you before, I will only give it to the one you want me to give it to. He turned over and fell asleep, right there on the couch.