The mysterious girl from the apartment next door part 3

To understand this story it is necessary to read the stories in 13.528 - 13,476 – Danielle while still crying started telling me why her bruises, told me that when she arrived in São Paulo did not know what to do for survival, had only a friend who came from south like her, try modeling career as he didn't even have where to sleep and little money sought out this friend. Lana her longtime friend received super well giving him shelter and food, at first everything was fine, but Lana made a lot of mystery about his work and go out every night without saying where he went, Dani began to be annoyed because she could not get a job and was already ashamed of being living on the expense of friends, one evening waited for Lana arrives and started pressuring her, because Lana only worked until dawn and slept during the day...Lana ended up telling that her dreams of becoming a model in São Paulo soon turned into great frustration, although it would just receive invitations to do sex for money and She wasn't willing to go back unemployed the Rio Grande defeated, when her money ran out she found herself without a way and ended up accepting invitations to prostitute, at first it was very difficult and she cried every show that made but with time eventually got used and easy money seduced her... Lana ended the conversation by telling Dani that if she wanted to do the same, they would work together... Dani asked for time to think and these days tried even harder to get a job without success, and there was no way she could go back south ... accepted Lana's invitation. Started working in the same agency as Lana and every day more, knew he did not want this life, decided to leave her house and rented an apartment next to mine. That Saturday afternoon she went to see a client who had an attack of madness and started beating Danielle, she managed to escape fearing for her life. She finished telling the story and hugged me crying very much while weeping saying that in these last days I'd been the best thing that happened in his life and he would miss me so much. I went to Dani and told her that this was not a reason for me to leave her, she said I loved her and would help her, I wasn't rich but with my salary we could give back her apartment and live reasonably well in mine until she got a decent job. We went out to dinner in an Italian cantina on the thirteenth of May, between one wine and another Danielle was already there loose and cheerful and asked me to take her dancing I couldn't help but fulfill a request from her although my desire was to go back home and eat it again this woman aroused my craving all the time we were at a dance hall. I wanted to argue that a bed would be better, but she was drunk and taken and determined. Dani was in her mini-skirt and pulled me into a dark corner, pushed me against the wall and kept rubbing his ass on my dick as if he were dancing, with his nimble hand opened up my zipper letting go of my stick which pulsed so hard, put his panties aside and swallowed my stick with his mouthpiece which had been drenched, continued simulating a dance with my cock in its mouthpipe. I was crazy in a mixture of fear and desire, I could see that some people were watching and already waiting for some security to show up to end the party, I wanted to put my hands on her breasts but didn't have courage because it would be too much flag. When I felt Danielle enjoying myself, I decided to hurry my fun as well, and what joy, at this moment she turned around and started kissing me like she wants to swallow my mouth. She wanted more drink, I did not let go. I managed to convince her to leave which wasn't easy. Practically dragged Dani into the car since she couldn't walk by herself. We arrived in the car and I was going to turn it on when Dani leaned down, opened my zipper and grabbed my dick that was still wet with honey from her mouth. She sucked even better than other times (I swear I didn't believe this would be possible) and made fun of me until the last drop in his throat. Finally we went back home and still had sex in the bathroom and in my bed. She frowned and said it was a very long story, that she'd been too drunk to tell me. Who knows? Maybe one day I would... It didn't work out so well for her; This is [email protected]