** BABY does not have IV donation

(small stories, great adventures)
(To be played to the tune of "More Than a Woman" by the Bee Gees).
You remember Walter (the same one from the first story in the series), he is a great friend of mine, but I have to confess that some situations that happen to him are only credible because he is a sincere and honest person, ... otherwise, he would be the unluckiest guy I have ever met in my whole life. Just look what happened to him recently <unk> and I will leave the narrative in the third person so that it is closer to reality.
After that experience with Octavio and Nicole, Walter took some time to recover, feeling somewhat lost in relation to his own sexuality, because what had happened had been too difficult to digest. And in this climate of uncertainty and insecurity, he preferred to stay withdrawn to his thoughts, avoiding alcohol abuse (which, of course, in the case of Walter would not last long), and leaving the bars away from his route. But this situation did not last long (just enough, it is true), and as soon as Walter felt recovered from the shock, he returned to drinking and having fun as usual. And in his bar-to-bar wanderings, he ended up meeting Nicole again. It was by chance that the two of them met and smiled at each other. Walter did not lose time to invite her to sit down with him at the table, asking for two cold beers.
They talked about various things, except (of course!) about that night in their apartment, ... Nicole was quite relaxed and after a few more beers confided to her partner that that had been the best climb she had had in recent times and that he had shown himself a subtle, affectionate and very capable macho! Walter felt delighted by that comment and even remembering the experience with Octavio, he realized that Nicole's words were sincere and devoid of irony or sarcasm. They enjoyed the night, drinking and laughing at joking comments about the people who were in the bar.
Walter concluded that Nicole was an excellent companion, cheerful, laid-back, good with life and, above all, extremely nice and desirable. He thought for a moment how nice it would be to have sex with her once more. But because of a time and day of the week mismatch, the two ended up saying goodbye at the front gate of the building where Nicole resided, kissing languidly and long, feeling their bodies exchange waves of warmth and desire that would be suppressed for another opportunity. Walter stood there, motionless, watching that delightful pirouette disappear into the building, while his roll jumped into his pants, boasting that he wanted more! Much more! And after a while he left without looking back, certain that if his body ran after Nicole, it would do and complete what his Nicole was demanding.
The days went on, one after the other, without grace and without color, ... Walter was feeling half empty, half lost, ... from time to time he caught himself thinking about Nicole, ... on those breasts, on that ass! Ooh! On that opportunity that was lost and that had no return! He imagined that he could call her, set up a meeting and seize the opportunity, ... but in the end drowned that desire in several ampoules of very cold beer.
A long holiday was approaching and Walter was thinking about what to do. He did not want to go to his parents' farm, nor did he want to go to an old college friend's place, calculating the possibilities that remained to him. Suddenly, his phone rang, ... he answered. It was Bento, a childhood friend who had been living in São Paulo for some time because of the job he had gotten with a large multinational company. Walter answered listening to Bento ask him if for an outdoor walk that would happen in a city in the interior.
Immediately, Walter accepted the invitation and the two began to match the details of the undertaking. When he hung up the phone, Walter felt more relieved to know that he had somewhere to go, since in very long fairs, staying in the capital was drowning in barrels of fermented drink (with also distilled!), and pondered the possibility of inviting Nicole to go with him. He tried the girl's cell phone a few times, but the result was always fruitless, which is why he concluded that the best thing to do was to go only in the company of Bento.
Even without counting the minutes to the event, Walter felt somewhat impatient waiting for the arrival of the beginning of the holiday, and in those nights before the trip, he tried to avoid the usual bars, retreating to his apartment and leaving his liver alone, certain that, upon arriving in that city would discount all the delay, embracing everything that came before.
And when the end of the expedient of the last day before the beginning of the fair arrived, Walter broke out into the street towards his car which was already loaded with his travel backpack and without wasting time, passed the building of Bento for both of them to head towards the extended weekend's enjoyment. Evidently, Walter immediately abandoned his alcohol abstinence, taking a few cans of beer along the way, forcing Bento to drive, as he knew that his friend did not agree with the mixture of drinking and driving.
It was early in the afternoon when the boys arrived in this city that was already occupied by young people from all localities near and far and even from other states, with the sole purpose of enjoying this ballad promoted by an entertainment company in conjunction with the municipal administration, turning its streets and avenues into a real open-air pandemonium, with people crowding on narrow sidewalks, sitting in the middle of the wire and consuming any and all alcoholic beverages that were available. In short, it was paradise on earth!
Walter and Bento went to the hotel for which they had made reservations, and were disappointed to learn that there was only one room left with two single beds; after all, they wanted some privacy, including the opportunity to collect some available nymphs, but they settled for the situation. They left their things in the room and set off for an endless round of drinking and fooling around. And so they spent the rest of the afternoon and arrived at night, finding our friends further away than here. They left the last little bar they had known and stumbled to the events arena where an Alternative Rock show was taking place, which, some time later, was replaced by a <unk>crazy<unk> foot moving to the type of <unk> coxa mela (or <unk> pinata, as they preferred), making the gallery dance and frenetically.
At that moment, Walter gathered himself in a corner of the square in front of the theater and prepared a small straw cigarette which he smoked with the tranquility of a well-to-do man. He was there, absorbed in thoughts (all, of course, concerning Nicole), when he realized that someone was looking at him. On the other side of the square Walter glimpsed a blonde so hot that, at first, he thought he was dealing with some kind of mirage. But he soon realized that it was a real woman (and what a woman!) who was standing there, looking at him, ... he felt very lucky! Something that would be able to suppress the desire for the body and the forms of Nicole.
And he saw when the Blonde smiled at him, walking immediately afterwards to the spot where he had stopped to enjoy his cigarette. As she approached, Walter believed even more in luck; she was a dazzling blonde, ... tall, slender, and with two breasts that seemed to have been drawn in heaven (or even in hell!). She wore a very short jeans shorts and a single-front type blouse of white color that did not contrast with her pale skin. She walked very lightly, even on powerful very high jumps that highlighted her legs and divinely turned thighs (probably the cost of a lot of gymnastics).
When she got even closer to him, Walter could see the face that was more than beautiful, ... it looked like a painting. The thin complexion retained two beautiful bright blue eyes, a small and sensual mouth of thin and well-defined lips, all crowned by a huge floating blonde hair, ... yes, ... there was no doubt, ... Walter had taken the great fortune. A fortune greater than Nicole and that, at that moment, was far beyond his expectations. He stood up and walked towards her, ready to give the boat. They shook hands and the boy offered him an invitation to take a beer. The blonde, whose name was Gisele, accepted it immediately. He took her by a hand and left for a nearby kiosk where he immediately asked for two beers in Latin <unk> not even cold ones <unk> realizing with amazement that the subject was talking to the little merchant while they were looking for a new place to go and offer them a seat, where they would sit and look for their new companion.
Gisele walked in front allowing Walter to enjoy the sight of the most delicious ass he had ever seen in his short life. It was something of indescribable beauty and softness. It was large, no doubt, but firm as a rock <unk> probably another product of much work! - and when Gisele walked it moved in a sensual and provocative way, causing Walter's mast to immediately raise the red warning flag! He had to trace that delightful one anyway!
They sat around a small table in the square which, due to the spectacle in the arena, was practically uninhabited, allowing Walter and Gisele to talk more freely. In a few minutes, Walter learned that Gisele was a beautician and that she worked in a beauty center located in a nearby city where the opportunities were better and there was more job offer. He discovered that she lived with her older sister <unk> who was married <unk> since her parents had already died. Walter listened to everything very carefully, even knowing that her pica pulsed inside his pants demanding that he go to the attack as quickly as possible. At other times, the boy crossed his legs, trying to calm the raging that was developing inside his pants, but he knew well that, sooner or later, it would become uncontrollable.
They talked some more nonsense, sipping others so many cans of cold beer still under the bewildered eyes of the stroller, until Walter, seeking a burst of boldness, approached Gisele and after caressing his legs crossed over each other, looked for her lips and rehearsed a brief kiss that was immediately received by the girl and rewarded with something more daring. So they kissed intensely, allowing their tongues to exchange caresses and saliva. Walter's roll pulsated under his trousers denouncing that the girl wanted something more than just superficial kisses and caresses. Gisele embraced the boy and they continued to kiss ardently. Walter's hands continued to caress the firm thighs and did not look for anything more intimate for a long time, being detained by the hard hands of the other, and Gisele despaired of those works of art and walked with pleasure into those hands.
As soon as they had finished the kissing and holding session, Walter asked her if there was a quieter place for the two of them to be together. Gisele smiled and said that there was a lake nearby where you could park your car and be at ease without being disturbed. Walter lamented saying that he was without the car, thinking that this opportunity could be missed for nothing! Gisele gave a childish laugh telling him that she was in the car, pointing to a brand new pickup truck that was parked on the other side of the square. And it was at that moment that Walter really concluded that luck had smiled on him once again, ... and this opportunity he did not intend to miss in any way!
Gisele parked the car on a large, well-kept lawn that surrounded the lake, which was inside a small park surrounded by tall, leafy trees, where the silence and tranquility typical of inland cities reigned. Walter took a good look around where they were, realizing at once that they were both alone in that place, ... no living soul besides them, ... <unk>the perfect place for a climb!<unk>, thought the boy to himself as he taped Gisele's face that looked at himself with the luscious look of someone who was very much at the end of a good fuck. Walter approached the girl and both began to exchange precious kisses and teasing kisses. Walter took a good look around where they were, realizing at once that they were both alone in that place, ... no living soul besides them, ... <unk>the perfect place for a climb!<unk>, thought the boy to himself as he taped Gisele's face that looked at himself with the luscious look of someone who was very much at the end of a good fuck.
With a quick and indefensible movement, Walter had Gisele remove her blouse from her body, exposing a pair of simply fantastic breasts! They were firm at the same time as covered by a velvety skin that made them glow in the moonlight; their auricles were small and they were stirred by excitement as well as their nipples were numbed to the point that they resembled small ripe fruits ready to be tasted by the mouth of a hot male in the heat. The boy did not make himself begged and fell from his mouth beautiful specimens that exuded a discreet aroma of jasmine. Walter held them with his hands; first both feeling their volume and intensity; then each one of them took alternately between the hands and licked the nipples that were licking them out of his mouth. Following them by an uncontrollable gesture of impetuosity, they were stirred by excitement to the point that they resembled small ripe fruits ready to be tasted by the mouth of a male in the heat. The boy did not make himself begged and fell from his mouth beautiful specimens that exuded a discreet aroma of jasmine. Walter held them with his hands; first both felt their volume and their consistency; then each one of them alternately licked between his hands and licked the nipples that were licking them out of his mouth.
At one point, one of Walter's hands went down Gisele's belly looking for the "hiding place" where her greatest treasure was, ... however, before he achieved his purpose, Gisele held his hand making it return to where it was, while she, in turn, searched for her "prize" in her partner's bracelet. And as soon as she found the hard and thick roll, she squeezed it willingly making it clear what her intentions were. Walter felt even more excited and returned the load looking for Gisele's lower belly. But, again, she interrupted him, and when she looked at her she saw on his face a half-embarrassed, half-awkward smile.
"Nice, I need to ask you something"... - the young woman's voice seemed to fade as she spoke, but still Walter paid no attention to her. "I really want to climb with you, but... I'm menstruating, so... can it be behind me?" - Gisele had no idea how that request had made her partner even more excited! On the way out he was going to eat the cuisine of that hot one! He was simply the best, the best of the best! And Walter was exultant, immediately agreeing to Gisele's request. Then, she opened the back door of the walkway, going out, this gesture that the boy could not understand at first, but that soon became clear to him, because Gisele had climbed into the back of the vehicle and treated him to some thick seaweed blanket and some brightly colored tissues from the lunch, while Walter was running, showing off his shoes, and running to the top of the car, and not losing his love, Gisele turned to the back of the car, very carefully and excitedly causing a boy to jump out of the car.
Walter looked like a schoolgirl lost in his actions, trying by all means to get rid of his pants and his shoes, stumbling over his own gestures and taking too long, but leaving the atmosphere more relaxed, as Gisele was amusing herself with the almost youthful anxiety of her partner. And when he was finally ready, Gisele opened a gluttonous and sappery look, staring at that thick, hard roll that pulsed in a crazy way, almost like a call saying what he wanted, ... he wanted that ass! And now he wanted!
The boy approached her and felt one of the young woman's hands touch her member feeling its full and well-distributed dimensions and pulling that pulsating piece of flesh towards her buttocks. Walter knelt behind Gisele and pointed his pocket towards the middle of the shaped buttocks and after pushing them away with his hands caused his swollen glans to gently rock the little button making it clear that the inevitable was about to happen. Gisele whimpered lowly and before her partner could outline the next action, she pushed her hips back forcing her buttocks to offer the sacrifice in sacrifice to the bulky and slightly bulky little puddle.
And the penetration happened with a gentleness that surprised the boy, because even though it was a bit tight that provocative ass wrapped his roll without further ado. Gisele looked over her shoulder and after a rather naughty smile, said without hesitation: "Put this thick roll on my ass, you hot boy, ... put everything I want to feel it invade me!" Gisele's words sounded like an express order that had to be immediately obeyed. Walter wasted no time, shoving the entire length of his dick into Gisele's neck, which as it was invaded by that monster of flesh and muscles moaned and babbled slurred words causing the boy not to interrupt his task.
It didn't take long for the role of Walter to be completely introduced into Gisele's anus allowing the boy to initiate the back-and-forth movements that were fully accommodated by his partner's butt. It was a frantic and insane copulation, ... and even there, with Gisele, Walter still thought of Nicole, imagining that he could have both of them there, at his disposal, thirsty for his dick and full of passion for a climb with him. Walter, once again, squeezed the breasts of his partner playing with the stuffy nipples and taking Gisele to the edge of madness who groaned and writhed like a cat unruly by that roller on her neck.
Twice, Walter tried to touch Gisele's vagina, but she prevented him by resisting in a sweet and gentle way, acting in such a simple way that the boy thought it best not to show any displeasure with that gesture of strange modesty, assuming that it would be just another idiosyncrasy typical of the girls from the interior. Forgetting this small "detail", the boy continued in his delightful incursions into that warm and cozy ass. Gisele moaned a few more times and soon announced that an orgasm was coming, ... and it came! And then another! And another! All of them making Walter feel like the unpolluted and domineering man who had subjected the neck of that sensational female to his spleen.
They went on like this for a long time, with Gisele repeatedly announcing orgasms that followed each other, causing her partner to always want to give her another one as a gift from a man to his occasional lover. However, all that effort came at a price from the boy who, after some sly resistance and reduced effectiveness, announced that he was also going to mock, hearing his partner ask him to do it in his mouth! And even surprised by the request, Walter liked the idea and immediately took his pin out of Gisele's neck and stood up, while the young gullible gullible sucked her pulsating roller with an indescribable voluptuousness and produced delicious spasms in the body of the boy who in a few minutes was pouring out a huge load of semen inside the viscous and hot dome of an angel.
Gisele swallowed all the contents ejaculated by her partner's role and then lovingly licked the entire member, leaving it clean and ready for whatever was to come. Walter fell to his knees defeated by the effort to which he had been subjected, having his head embraced on Gisele's chest who embraced him and tenderly caressed his back and hair. They remained there for a few moments, defeated, exhausted, sweaty, ... but fully satisfied with the pleasure they had mutually provided Walter. He was sleepy and stunned by the sex added to the huge doses of alcohol previously ingested and felt almost drunk to death. Gisele caressed his face and whispered in his ear that they should leave because it would not take long for the sun to set and that unwanted people dressed up and stood in front of his hotel and left Walter.
Before saying goodbye to her, he asked her if they could meet again. Gisele gave a caring smile and replied that it would depend only on him, because on that holiday she would be in the city enjoying herself to have fun and relax, ... and when the boy jumped from the truck, restrained his walk, turning like a lightning in the direction of the vehicle before he started, asking her how he would find her, ... she laughed again saying that he should not worry about it, because she would find him when the time was right. Walter walked away seeing the vehicle disappear in a next turn and wondering if he would really see Gisele disappear yet again. He went up to his room and found Bento snoring like an old horse passed out on one of the beds with an ex-drink and cigarette smell that came to push the environment.
Walter went into the bathroom, undressed and after carefully brushing his teeth, put on a pair of shorts and lay down thinking and feeling Gisele. It had been such a climb! He was simply delighting in the prospects of that meeting; after all, he had found someone to take Nicole out of his mind, ... and someone very special! He fell asleep feeling calmer and much happier. And as soon as the day had dawned, he was abruptly awakened by his friend Bento who was poking him on the back in an inappropriate and disturbing way. Walter opened his eyes with immense difficulty giving some face to Bento almost shaking his body as he said something inaudible.
<unk>Hey, wake up there, man! What did you do yesterday? Were you crazy or full of shit in your head to draw a transsexual?<unk>; When those words became a sentence that was immediately understood by the still sleepy mind of the boy, he pushed the friend, jumping out of bed like someone who jumps out of a hot iron plate. He woke up in a nightmare, ... at least that was what he thought. He asked the friend what the conversation was about, that ... Benedict looked the friend in the eye and said that he <unk> Walter <unk> was the comment in the city, because the night before he had stalked with a very well-known transsexual in the city! The boy shook his head, incredulous, surprised and deceived himself! It could not be true! It was Gisele, she was a ... a monster! He ran the transsexual saying that she was a transsexual and managed to turn the water into a man! Walter, a woman, wanted to do the surgery, so he didn't want to believe it! ... a man, a woman, desolate.
Benedict sat next to his friend trying to comfort him, but he knew that there was nothing he could do for Walter, only hope that he would somehow get over that event, or rather, somehow. Walter's first impulse was to pack up his things and leave that town as quickly as possible, without looking back and forgetting everything that had happened there. He wanted to run away, ... hide and live with his shame. Benedict put his hand on his friend's shoulder and invited him to breakfast. Walter looked at him in amazement, ... how could he get out of that room? How could he face the people of that inner city without becoming the target of jackals and sarcasm replete with homophobia? He didn't have enough courage to face such a situation. It was too embarrassing, ... almost humiliating.
He ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and slipped under the shower hoping that the water that fell from it would be able to wash his body and his soul. He wanted to get rid of Gisele and everything he had done with her. But this was simply impossible! He could not lie to himself; the experience with Gisele had been unique, ... it was a huge feeling of pleasure and fulfillment, ... as if she were a woman! Or rather, much more than a woman! His mind was completely confused, and he did not know what to think. He dried himself with an irritating redness and after getting dressed came out of the bathroom and stared into the face of his friend and companion.
They went down to the reception and walked to the room where the coffee was being served. Walter could not look to the sides, ... after all, he was afraid of the looks and the possible comments that would be circulating about him, ... but, nevertheless, he walked with firm and determined steps, without hurry, without hesitation, ... he needed to assert himself, even if it cost a very high price. Both of them enjoyed a full breakfast and after being satisfied, they left the hotel to walk a little. The city was still waking up after the previous night where the music and the <unk>peaking<unk> ran loose until late hours. Even feeling master of the situation, Walter could not get the image out of his mind of people commenting on him and how he had transitioned, with Gisele ... how he had transitioned with a transsexual!
Anyway, the day was hectic, full of drinking and music, ... when the city finally woke up for that festival, everyone had plunged headlong into the enjoyment of freedom, music, drinking and general snapping! And Walter tried to have fun, but even knowing that the people around him did not show any prejudice, he thought he had become the topic of the day in many rounds of girls and boys. Some indiscreet looks, lost laughs and loose phrases tried to prevent him from forgetting the experience with Gisele, ... and the good of the truth he did not want to forget, ... neither the experience, nor even her! And so the day passed, ... and the night came, ...
Walter was already full-faced and yet he didn't feel any better, ... on the contrary he was frustrated, unhappy and insecure, ... he wanted very much to enjoy that holiday, but until that moment there was only disappointment! <unk>What the fuck!<unk>, he thought as he lit another straw cigarette, stood in the same place and on the same square as the night before. He was so involved in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the approach of the owner of the kiosk where he had taken beers in the company of Gisele. He looked up and saw this guy offering him a beer in a can. Walter hesitated for a moment, but after concluding that there was neither irony nor sarcasm in the subject's eyes he accepted it gladly. And while he was enjoying that ice-cold delight, he denied it or said it in his fatherly voice and that he shouldn't worry about the others, ... he still thought that he had been a good subject, and if he hadn't been a good subject, he could have been happy! ...
Then the subject bent down beside the boy, touched his shoulder and then pointed with his head to the other side of the square. There was Gisele, standing, standing beside her truck. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she stared fixedly in the direction of the boy. Walter was half-conscious for a few seconds that he just did not keep this idiotic posture because the subject next to him gave him a slight push with his hand that was resting on his shoulder, encouraging him to do what should be done.
Walter stood up and walked towards Gisele. When they were both quite close, Walter noticed that her eyes were soaked with tears that were reluctantly running down her face. She looked at him with a sad, downcast look, asking if he was sorry for what they had done, and that if so she would understand if he wanted to take out his anger on her. She also said that she needed to ask him for forgiveness for not having told her before, but that this was a natural defense that she had developed throughout her life in order to avoid retaliation that ranged from frantic screams to physical assaults that took time to heal. Gisele wanted to continue, but Walter touched her lips saying that she didn't need to say anything more, and then it was over! It wasn't an angel, it was just a passionate kiss. He kissed her again and hugged her body tightly for the warmth of the day.
When at last they had finished that hot and dry kiss of desire, Walter looked at her and said that he wanted very much to have sex with her, he wanted very much to have her once more. And Gisele's face lit up in a different way, ... her eyes and her face looked like a huge smile full of light and desire. She disengaged herself from him, took his hand and asked him to drive the car, and that they go wherever he wanted. As soon as they were both on board, the boy headed towards the lake where they had been the day before, and arriving there, the two did not want to waste a minute. Walter even undressed himself showing Gisele his hard and pulsating member that made it clear the passion that she was feeling for him. Gisele looked at him confidently and has been desperate enough to undress herself and show him how completely naked she really was, and when she looked at the boy her attitude was very dear ...
Walter looked at her and realized that she was a woman! No matter what others thought, Gisele was much more a woman than anyone could imagine, ... and no anatomical detail could be able to conceal this realization, ... and Walter took her to himself and they kissed with such a pulsating intensity that they could hear their hearts beating fast and inserted in a unique and special synchrony. Gisele could not resist the excitement she was feeling and as soon as she was able she knelt in front of Walter and took that thick stick and with her hands felt her extension and vigor. Then she let go of it and moved her lips closer to her walking across the gland and wrapping it almost all around her. Walter felt her body trembling and her muscles twitching with such excitement. Gisele touched her hair and hugged her more than she wanted to!
Gisele opened that imposing scroll and sucked it with the sweetness of a child savoring a unique and deliciously obscene delicacy. Her hands ran across her partner's body squeezing his buttocks and, time after time, poking his long, well-made nails, a gesture that made Walter even more aroused and more macho than he had ever felt before. He stroked Gisele's hair and spoke to her words full of affection and excitement. And it did not take long for him to pull her back to him by kissing her once more. Gisele took that pike in her hands and began to massage it vigorously, demonstrating that she very much wanted to be possessed by that piece of her own flesh with a will. Walter pulled her back to him and as soon as she leaned her hands on the upper part of the cockpit he turned her head upward with a whimpering force so strong that something swelled from her buttocks.
They moved with such a powerful rhythm that each retribution was celebrated with groans and disconnected words. Both were swept away by the heat and heat of the moment, ... they seemed to be just one being, a perfect reunion of body, mind and soul in the pursuit of a satisfaction without boundaries. Walter was not holding back his actions and did not take long to search for Gisele's lower belly, feeling his small member slightly swollen and wet. And he was even more excited taking the moment to massage that external "clitoris" that responded to his caresses as a sign that he was causing a pleasure that Gisele had never felt.
And they had a lot of sex, switching positions from time to time, but always with Walter being the active male, while Gisele really wanted was to feel completely possessed by that beautiful and vigorous man. Her sweaty bodies and her gasping breaths were the clearest sign that this copulation seemed to have no end, ... it was a wild sex, ... crazy, ... forbidden, ... but, it was a gesture that made them just two beings in search of pleasure without any limitation of any order. There was no time or space and if anyone passed by at that time very likely would not be surprised by that scene, since she was wrapped in an aura of desire and passion.
Some time later (a long time, actually!), Walter announced that he was about to mock and heard Gisele begging him to do it in his mouth. She didn't wait for him to respond. She snapped out of the submissive position she was in and threw the boy over the brown blanket that was still lying in the trunk of the vehicle and began to vigorously masturbate him making pleas filled with desire. "Enjoy me, my macho, ... enjoy that I'm going to swallow you, ... give me this hot and tasty fuck, ... give it to me now!"; upon hearing that, Walter was no longer able to restrain himself and felt his penis swell and glitter, ejaculating uncontrollably. Gisele took his cock into her mouth and gave him that liquid and glowing hot ending until everything was viscous.
And even after the jets decreased in intensity, Gisele continued with the roll in her mouth realizing that she was still hard and firm. She played with her partner's balls wanting to feel if everything was, in fact, over, but was surprised by the quick action of Walter who threw her over the blanket taking his small penis with one hand and applying a caring and well-groomed hand job. Gisele looked at him and wanted to cry, saying that no one had ever done this to her. Walter kissed her again and felt when she had a small orgasm, ejaculating some droplets that flowed from his hand.
Finally they stood side by side, overcome by the fatigue of the sweet effort of pleasure. They embraced for a long time, until Gisele asked him if he wanted to go to her house, ... she hesitated to ask that question, ... but added that she had never invited anyone and that if he agreed he would be the first. Walter smiled at her and answered her affirmatively by kissing her one more time before they both got dressed and went to Gisele's house.
When the day dawned, Bento, who had barely slept through the night, returned to the hotel and upon entering the room realized that his friend was not there. He scratched his head pondering what might have happened to his friend. He looked for the cell phone and sent a torpedo asking where Walter was. It was not long before he received an answer that made him bewildered: "I'm fine. Very well. Don't worry". Bento turned off the device and thought about exactly where Walter could have slipped in and why he would be so happy with you.
It was almost late afternoon when Benedict received another message on his cell phone. It was from Walter, and its content was even more enigmatic than the previous one; it just said: "Don't wait for me. My vacation is worth it!" Benedict scratched his head again and shrugged his shoulders thinking that, probably, his friend was much better off than he was.
The subject wandered about the city, without any edge, wondering what to do, until he found himself in the same square where Walter had met Gisele (though he did not know that very well!). He approached the kiosk installed on one of its edges and sat down at one of the metal tables that adorned the surroundings of the small and modest facility. He asked for a beer to which he was promptly served by the owner. He stood there, looking at nothing, until, suddenly, he saw! It was a brunette girl who was parading in his direction! What a body! What a face! What breasts! It was a deliciously insinuating specimen and full of curves made better by the genetic world. Bento stood up and greeted the tasty that had been offered to him right next to him, to pay for a drink, which was immediately accepted with a smile, which was simply a request.
Benedict looked at the guy at the kiosk and gestured for two more beers. The guy smiled and said he was going to meet him. And as he took the cold drinks from his freezer he laughed to himself, thinking that there was another unusual couple, ... a couple very similar to the one from the previous night (!). He put aside his ironic thoughts and went to the table serving the cold drink. He returned to the kiosk and turned on the small sound equipment <unk>trest in a <unk> that began to emit a soft and romantic music, ... <unk>More Than a Woman<unk>, ....