The real sex.
Hi, my lovelies. I haven't written anything for a few days and life has been pretty boring too but let me tell you what happened to me last Sunday on Father's Day
My husband had traveled for work and I was home alone because my boyfriend also travelled. I spent a very sad weekend without any of the two men who give me so much pleasure. On Sunday morning, I was crazy about tesao needing to satisfy myself anyway. My husband would only come in late, and I couldn't take it anymore, I literally climbed up walls. I went online, talked with some friends, masturbated three times but nothing quenched my thirst. Then I remembered an old co-worker who is not going away for several months. I called him and we had a little conversation that didn't seem to lead anywhere, when suddenly he asked me if I was lonely. I said yes and besides being alone I was sad. He asked me whether I wanted company, I replied with the biggest stick face that I needed some kind of companionship which he could not give me. I felt by phone that he went crazy at this time, he asked if he can come over to my house. I told no, and he asked for me to meet. We stopped in front of a shopping mall 11:30 am. Imagine Sunday morning, 11:30am and I'm on dry land.
I put on a little dress, a tiny thong and no bra... got in my car and went to the shopping mall which was still closed underneath an open parking lot.
I got out and went to his car. Just by looking at those tanned legs, it was crazy already. I sat in the seat of the coach halfway up, my dress rose and realized that he gave a blow dry. Didn't bother me, moved only for the gown rise even more slightly. He did not take his eyes off my thighs, breasts and mouth. I noticed that he had an engagement ring without because the mark was on her finger, asked about the bride and disconcerted him. We kept talking, and slowly I leaned against the door opening my legs until from where he was leaning on the glass of the driver's side door he could see my little black tango rendían. When he saw it, I realized that immediately increased volume in bermuda. That vision gave me a chill in the stomach and felt honey flowing into my xoxota.
He tried to talk about various things, but he couldn't because his thought was my carts, my pussy, my body.
Seeing that he was a little insecure, I decided to sit down more decently and close my legs. You should have seen the look of desperation on his face when I moved around. He didn't know what to say. So I made up my mind to play with all this tension he was feeling. I looked closely at his dick underneath the bermuda, gave him a small smile, bit my mouth and took a sigh. He went crazy. Gave himself courage and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I stared straight into it and said: "I want to go to a motel". It was Hilario. With difficulty, he began to drive and from time to time looked at me to see if it was true what was happening. We took an avenue that was quite empty, I approached near him, and stuck my hand inside the bermuda shorts. What stupidity of mine, he almost hit the car. He had become a cunning cat but did not give up and on the way back to the motel, I kept smoothing his stick which was hard as iron.
We arrived at the motel, and his cell phone rang almost simultaneously with mine. His was my fiancée's; my husband's was mine. He hurried off without saying much of a word - in fact he went half-heartedly away. I said all sorts of things about missing him and being very anxious waiting for him. When I hung up, he was already in the garage. I got out of the car as well, and saw that he felt even more insecure. I asked him if he wanted to do it too. He told me yes, but that he didn't know how because he thought I was a goddess and had no idea what to do next. I took him by the hand, stood on top of my car and gave a tongue kiss to that delicious mouth. It was the go-ahead signal. What woke me up was a dormant volcano. Immediately he laid me down on the hood of his car, lifted my dress, pulled off my thong and started sucking my bootie. He sucked with such desire but so much desire it drove me crazy. He stuck his tongue into my little hole, licked my cricket, nibbled at my pussy. That made fun of me very hard. But he didn't stop, kept sucking me and now began smoothing out my cock. The second orgasm in his mouth was with a huge finger shoved all the way up my asshole which gave me great pleasure.
We got out of the car and we walked into his room, I knelt down on my knees, pulled his dick off and swallowed it. He was so crazy he could barely get a condom in him and made fun of me while I paid for a nice little kiss.
He fell on the soft bed, I went to Banderas and filled up with water. And as I was going in, I felt those strong hands embracing me from behind; he grabbed hold of me, pulled me down beside the bathtub, knelt, licked my ass, stood up, and almost all at once with a single punch stuck that whole stick into it until I could feel his balls hitting my butt. Pain which I felt but which stretched, sawed-off like that. It pumped so hard and so loud till it burned again. Then I saw another shirt full of shit. I was with my eyes covered by a towel when something hard touched me in the mouth. Opened my little mouth and he punched his dick all the way down, but it didn't make him ugly. Chewed nice. Sucked really well. To be honest, I don't like sucking on condoms as much as paper bullets, but what do you think? He fucks my mouth like an animal so bad that my cheek hurts and my throat squeaks from deep blows.
And then he took his dick out of my mouth, and went into the Bannheira, and I really FUCKED. He did a lot: there were violent stabs, squeezing my ass, sticking his finger up my already cracked-up arse, clutching my boobs, fucking me like crazy.
I looked at the clock and it was time to pick up my husband, took a bath in flight, put on his little dress, he already waited for me inside the car, and we ran towards shiopping. On the way he only talked about seeing me again, calling me, breaking off engagement and staying with me, things of satisfied man.
I ran out of the car, got in my car and flew to the airport. When I arrived he was picking up his suitcase. I called him and said that he was waiting behind a black pickup truck. I saw when he left and came towards the car and only at this moment touched me who had wet hair and no panties. He walked in, gave me a kiss, said I looked beautiful, put his hand on my leg, lifted his skirt and smiled slightly about seeing me without pants.
But after all, he's the real man in my life.
My husband had traveled for work and I was home alone because my boyfriend also travelled. I spent a very sad weekend without any of the two men who give me so much pleasure. On Sunday morning, I was crazy about tesao needing to satisfy myself anyway. My husband would only come in late, and I couldn't take it anymore, I literally climbed up walls. I went online, talked with some friends, masturbated three times but nothing quenched my thirst. Then I remembered an old co-worker who is not going away for several months. I called him and we had a little conversation that didn't seem to lead anywhere, when suddenly he asked me if I was lonely. I said yes and besides being alone I was sad. He asked me whether I wanted company, I replied with the biggest stick face that I needed some kind of companionship which he could not give me. I felt by phone that he went crazy at this time, he asked if he can come over to my house. I told no, and he asked for me to meet. We stopped in front of a shopping mall 11:30 am. Imagine Sunday morning, 11:30am and I'm on dry land.
I put on a little dress, a tiny thong and no bra... got in my car and went to the shopping mall which was still closed underneath an open parking lot.
I got out and went to his car. Just by looking at those tanned legs, it was crazy already. I sat in the seat of the coach halfway up, my dress rose and realized that he gave a blow dry. Didn't bother me, moved only for the gown rise even more slightly. He did not take his eyes off my thighs, breasts and mouth. I noticed that he had an engagement ring without because the mark was on her finger, asked about the bride and disconcerted him. We kept talking, and slowly I leaned against the door opening my legs until from where he was leaning on the glass of the driver's side door he could see my little black tango rendían. When he saw it, I realized that immediately increased volume in bermuda. That vision gave me a chill in the stomach and felt honey flowing into my xoxota.
He tried to talk about various things, but he couldn't because his thought was my carts, my pussy, my body.
Seeing that he was a little insecure, I decided to sit down more decently and close my legs. You should have seen the look of desperation on his face when I moved around. He didn't know what to say. So I made up my mind to play with all this tension he was feeling. I looked closely at his dick underneath the bermuda, gave him a small smile, bit my mouth and took a sigh. He went crazy. Gave himself courage and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I stared straight into it and said: "I want to go to a motel". It was Hilario. With difficulty, he began to drive and from time to time looked at me to see if it was true what was happening. We took an avenue that was quite empty, I approached near him, and stuck my hand inside the bermuda shorts. What stupidity of mine, he almost hit the car. He had become a cunning cat but did not give up and on the way back to the motel, I kept smoothing his stick which was hard as iron.
We arrived at the motel, and his cell phone rang almost simultaneously with mine. His was my fiancée's; my husband's was mine. He hurried off without saying much of a word - in fact he went half-heartedly away. I said all sorts of things about missing him and being very anxious waiting for him. When I hung up, he was already in the garage. I got out of the car as well, and saw that he felt even more insecure. I asked him if he wanted to do it too. He told me yes, but that he didn't know how because he thought I was a goddess and had no idea what to do next. I took him by the hand, stood on top of my car and gave a tongue kiss to that delicious mouth. It was the go-ahead signal. What woke me up was a dormant volcano. Immediately he laid me down on the hood of his car, lifted my dress, pulled off my thong and started sucking my bootie. He sucked with such desire but so much desire it drove me crazy. He stuck his tongue into my little hole, licked my cricket, nibbled at my pussy. That made fun of me very hard. But he didn't stop, kept sucking me and now began smoothing out my cock. The second orgasm in his mouth was with a huge finger shoved all the way up my asshole which gave me great pleasure.
We got out of the car and we walked into his room, I knelt down on my knees, pulled his dick off and swallowed it. He was so crazy he could barely get a condom in him and made fun of me while I paid for a nice little kiss.
He fell on the soft bed, I went to Banderas and filled up with water. And as I was going in, I felt those strong hands embracing me from behind; he grabbed hold of me, pulled me down beside the bathtub, knelt, licked my ass, stood up, and almost all at once with a single punch stuck that whole stick into it until I could feel his balls hitting my butt. Pain which I felt but which stretched, sawed-off like that. It pumped so hard and so loud till it burned again. Then I saw another shirt full of shit. I was with my eyes covered by a towel when something hard touched me in the mouth. Opened my little mouth and he punched his dick all the way down, but it didn't make him ugly. Chewed nice. Sucked really well. To be honest, I don't like sucking on condoms as much as paper bullets, but what do you think? He fucks my mouth like an animal so bad that my cheek hurts and my throat squeaks from deep blows.
And then he took his dick out of my mouth, and went into the Bannheira, and I really FUCKED. He did a lot: there were violent stabs, squeezing my ass, sticking his finger up my already cracked-up arse, clutching my boobs, fucking me like crazy.
I looked at the clock and it was time to pick up my husband, took a bath in flight, put on his little dress, he already waited for me inside the car, and we ran towards shiopping. On the way he only talked about seeing me again, calling me, breaking off engagement and staying with me, things of satisfied man.
I ran out of the car, got in my car and flew to the airport. When I arrived he was picking up his suitcase. I called him and said that he was waiting behind a black pickup truck. I saw when he left and came towards the car and only at this moment touched me who had wet hair and no panties. He walked in, gave me a kiss, said I looked beautiful, put his hand on my leg, lifted his skirt and smiled slightly about seeing me without pants.
But after all, he's the real man in my life.
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