I 've got to get out of here .
I 've got to get out of here .
Hello everyone! For some time now I've been recalling and writing my memories, my sexual encounters with my former boyfriends. I have already told about the first one who took away my virginity (what an old expression!) and others that followed; not to mention Mario, my last boyfriend for whom I fell in love unintentionally and we got married. To this day he is my husband and was and I think will always be the best man I ever had in bed. But I decided to leave my story with him for later, because as I wrote in one of the previous stories that after we ended our first relationship, we had a new encounter some time later and this is what I want to write about first. I was already dating Mario (my current husband) around seven months ago. Our relationship was very nice, we were having sex several times a week and I liked him very much but something bothered me <unk> He always said he would never get married, that he wanted to be free and I didn't have any plans for the future. Well, I couldn't do anything and was driving. The month of February arrived, carnival time, and he told me that we would not spend the holidays together, that he wanted to go out with his friends. I felt very sad, I tried to reverse the situation, but he said that after the holiday we will meet again and everything will be as before. My feelings of sadness turned into anger and without much thought I decided that I wouldn't stay alone in this Carnival. I called my first boyfriend from São Paulo and like someone who wants nothing made him invite me for those days of madness together. I told my parents that I would not go to the place and stayed alone in the republic where I lived. That Saturday morning, I got up early, made nails on my feet, hands, shaved my legs and went to the bathroom. I took a barber to the booth and there scraped hair from the sides of the skirt leaving about four centimeters of hairs. Appeared the longest making her very pretty <unk> furry, yes, but beautiful, after all, at that time it was rare for women to get rid of all their persecutor's hair. After a whimsical shower I put some clothes into a trash can and walked down the street. Although it was a holiday, the bus was almost empty. I got on and settled down in the last seats at the end. I tried to sleep because the journey would take about five hours. I was anxious; E (remember how I decided to call him?) and I hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and even though Mario practically pushed me into another one, I felt like betraying him. Several other naked men and women were bathing in the sea, tanning themselves, while those who had been most active covered their bodies with towels and masturbated before everyone's eyes. Smiling, I imagined that my excitement was aroused by meeting the man who made me a little squash (another expression of that time). I tried to distract myself by looking out the window but old memories would not leave me alone. I was so horny that, after making sure no one was near me and nobody could see, I risked a caress on the nipples of my breasts. My hand slipped underneath my T-shirt and bra and pinched my nipple as if to punish myself for such an enormous boner. It got worse! My excitement increased and unconsciously rubbed my xanax all over my jeans. Nothing helped. I opened the button, pulled down the zipper and put my hand inside my panties. I felt at the tip of my fingers how wet I had become. I wanted to masturbate a little bit but tight pants wouldn't allow it. I looked again at the bus people, and they all seemed to be asleep in seats further along. I took out of my briefcase a short skirt that I had worn with me and risked it; I pulled off my sandals and slowly let my pants slide down my legs. As soon as I removed them completely, I felt insecure for wearing only underpants on this bus. I quickly put my skirts back on and rearranged myself once more. After everything was set up, I reset my memories so that now I could lift my skirt and access my shower curtain. I imagined myself sitting on a couch, my ex-boyfriend kneeling on the floor with his face next to mine between thighs about to lick me crack. Putz what heat felt! From then I started remembering what we did in the past and that soon we would be together to do it all again. My girlfriend was drooling, I could feel my lubricant dripping down and wet my ass and all the joy between her buttocks. Nearly feeling mockery so I interrupted my caresses. I squeezed my underwear again and tried to calm down. Finally arrived at São Paulo and from far away saw E waiting for me. It was a strange feeling to see him, especially as I embraced him discreetly like a friend when we met. Suddenly an enormous sense of regret came over me, wondering what I was doing there after all I had a boyfriend and traveled to meet another man but before my despair set in I remembered Mario and imagined that he could be with someone else hugging kissing fucking the guilt went away then i ran into my ex-boyfriend. The day had ended and night's darkness took over town We got in the car, and just when I thought we'd be leaving soon he turned to me, hugged and kissed. And what a kiss! A wet tongue kiss that I returned without blinking <unk> it was super tight. Our mouths were still clenched together as I felt an audacious hand grabbing my right breast. It was a strange feeling, yes I wanted the caresses but didn't want to seem so easy. My resistance endured until he grabbed my left hand and forced me to put it down on the already hardened pin underneath his social trousers. I interrupted the kiss and asked if he was crazy because we were in a public place. He said that he is mad about me and again pushed his hand between my thighs which without any more resistance parted making way for the curious hand. It was quick and soon an awkward finger entered through the side of my panties and you could feel how wet I was. He did not hold back the exclamation: "Wow! You're already wet, little cat!" What were you thinking about during your trip? Half ashamed I replied that he was remembering our old times. The bastard with his finger going in and out of my pursuit teased me: - And her friend here seems to be crying from nostalgia! She laughed and called him a fool. He pulled his fingers inside me, smelled them and licked: - Our lady, it has been so long since I have felt its scent or taste like a kitten! I asked him if we could get away from there to which he answered: Saying this, he settled himself on the bench and pulling down his pants zipper threw out his already very hard stick. The street lights seemed to collaborate by throwing a beam of light onto it. I was frightened with such audacity but could not resist. Looked around me and making sure no one saw us grabbed that stiff cock and as always drooling from excitement grasped at its base and tugging up my skin made the pink head appear which in the past I had kissed so much and sucked so much. I remembered that as he was about to mock me in my mouth, the head seemed to swell even more becoming harder denouncing the approach of the joke, this jokes I waited eagerly and which engulfed every hot jet expelled inside my mouth ... jets of warm fucking I tasted with pleasure. I rubbed my head against his lips like a lip liner and opened wide, letting the hot stick that had given me so much pleasure in the past enter. After some good sucks I stood up and said with authority that I wanted to get out of there. He answered me, started the car and we left. Then at the first corner I looked back towards the direction of the stick still outside my pants and asked: Didn't you forget anything? He laughed and said he had left it off on purpose, after all, there were many signs along the way and who knows I wouldn't dare make another kiss. Just smiled and with my left hand, I grabbed the delight and went all the way massaging my first dick. It was about eight or nine o'clock at night when we walked into his parents' house - the same one where once upon a time we slept together in my ex-in-laws bed while they were traveling. The house again became available to us because our parents had traveled again. As soon as we entered and still in the room, I got held up and kissed. Our fire grew stronger and so came the need to get rid of clothes: A shirt, T-shirt, bra, pants, skirt... And then we were completely naked, and he had this really hard stick in his hand and I was dripping with a cane. It didn't take long for me to be placed on the couch, pulled forward so that my back rested against a cushion; my legs were indiscreetly and indecently spread open or rather stretched out. He literally fell down between them. My wish from being sucked into the sofa on the bus was about to come true. He drew his face closer to my xana and, before licking it, he sniffed, inhaled deeply the perfume that emanated from my sex and sighed: - Ahhh cat... what a good smell has your little mouth! That said, she fell out of her mouth! Rs. Isn't this how they say around here <unk> falling out of their mouth? I was kissed, licked and sucked on the cheekbone ... felt the hot tongue navigate inside my channel ... between the lips and, at last, already close to mockery, two fingers pulled the wedge and with its well-exposed cricket, the warm language caressed me wild beast and led me into ecstasy which only sex can provide. I think I groaned and screamed, I don't know but certainly had an orgasm so intense that it made me fall asleep for a few minutes. When I woke up I was lying in his arms soft but unsatisfied attacked the cat and prepared to suck on my object of desire in the same position where I stood he settled down on the couch and displayed this hard thing to me I got myself kneeling on the floor like one should be in reverence to male obelism which gives us women such pleasure First a few kisses on the inner sides of my thighs, then the bag was graced by my lips and tongue, and finally my mouth was invaded by the slippery head lapped with natural human lubricant... ohhhh.... delicious! I poured into my mouth all that I could get hold of, let it go deep until in my throat I felt the hot head ... climbing up and down my lip to that nerve mast together with my hand punching from experience gained with other boyfriends. Proud not to be any more that naive little girl back there and whimsical about sucking. So much so that minutes later he said: - If you don't stop I will make fun of your cat mouth! Nothing answered, did not want to take it out of his mouth, nor tried to speak with a full mouth <unk> is uneducated, right? Just capricious even more until I heard him say: - Ahhh... your asshole cat ... wants my enjoyment in your mouth neither ... wanted a spade on the mouth ... because this is what I am going to give her ... filling its mouth with hot fucking ... is that what you want ... ? In that moment of maximum excitement, I think unconsciously put my left hand between my thighs and began to caress the shovel. It didn't take long for me to hear a deep groan from the male enjoying himself...I did not have to wait much longer as the first jet entered my mouth...I tried to taste it but others followed and I was forced to swallow each one of them. While tasting the hot cream, I increased my caresses on my crotch until I felt the first waves of pleasure sweep through my whole body - such thirst led me to another delicious enjoyment. What a delight! We rested, fell asleep naked and embraced for a few minutes. When we woke up we ordered pizza, after all no one lives without eating. At his request I wore only underpants and he in his panties ate pizza and two glasses of wine. I asked where we would sleep and was taken to his parents' room <unk> it was the only double bed that I had at home. He threw down a new sheet and once again we resumed our sexual games. After many kisses, hands running over warm bodies, we positioned ourselves in 69, and once more I had the pleasure of feeling between my thighs my first man's hot tongue and in my mouth the dick that first unraveled all my secrets. And it was in the classic position of mom and dad that I waited for him. Lying on my back, legs wide open were an invitation to once again enter into my body, or at least a little bit of it. He took his place between my thighs and the stick, swinging hard, nodding sideways looking for the path to happiness. I grabbed the stiff pike and pointed it towards the entrance and it was with one push without any delicacy that he swallowed my first man's staff again with the club. Burning bodies rubbing against each other and buckling pleasures arguing, good sticks kissing... and the alternating positions! Front to front, side-to-side, four of a kind... they were all delicious but it was at the bed's end I lay down he stood on the floor my legs twisted leaving me in the roast chicken position which he entered by the way kicked deeply into me and started with force hitting his body against mine. Surely if we were in an apartment neighbours would hear the sound of bodies colliding, the bed slamming against the wall and my wife moaning jokes. He hadn't mocked yet, and when I opened my eyes he smiled at me and said: "You look beautiful while you are mocking cat!" I laughed and replied: "I think it makes a silly face". He laughs and retorted: "No, you have the face of a little whore, cute bitching bitch. The term was strange to me but in some way I liked it. Now I am going to be the one who will make fun, fill your bucket with hot fucking... And pumped hard. I encouraged him: - Goza ... Cat is enjoying inside me ... I want to feel his warm pussy ... give me fuck on her poopie ... da! His face changed during the enjoyment, and I felt proud to be responsible for so much pleasure bestowed upon him. It was delightful to see a man enjoy himself and feel warm jets inside of us! We fell asleep again and when we woke up one or two hours later took an invigorating bath and returned to our love nest where we fucked once more. Then we slept hugged and naked until late on Sunday morning. The cat awoke hungry with a hot tongue sliding between my vaginal lips while I slowly awakened. I looked down between my legs and saw my ex-boyfriend licking my pussy, looking me in the eye. He paused for a moment and said: "Good morning sleeping beauty! I loved waking up like that". And then he came over with his cock backwards to give it to me already hard so I could suck on him. I don't know how long we had sex, but at a certain point I felt my sensitive cock. It was so much fun to have it. I managed to reverse the positions, put him on his back and went over. I mounted him and in that position I could control the movements by rubbing my cricket against his hair. I realized I would soon make fun of him and tried to encourage his enjoyment as well because my cock really hurt me little bit. I laid down on top of him, and with my face pulled up I whispered obscenities into his ear: "Your cat is very cute... he makes fun of me again... gives me his pleasure! Well, we women know how obscenities affect men don't we? We had a good time together and I was able to give my pursuit a break. A nice bath and cold water in the hairdresser relieved my burning sex. Rs. We went for a walk and at his request I put on a mini skirt, high-heeled sandals and a white T-shirt. We ate lunch, went to the cinema, shopping malls and late afternoon walked around a park, finally it was busy but also quiet evening. Before we left the park, he asked me to go into the bathroom and take off my bra and panties. He asked if I remembered that when we were dating, after class, I would do this to provoke him. My answer was a smile - I went to the toilet and on leaving had my underwear tucked away in my purse. It seemed as though my tits wanted to pierce through the fabric of my white T-shirt and somehow felt uncomfortable with those strange looks directed at my nipples. But admittedly being in short skirts without pants excited me. We walked to the car and I could feel the afternoon breeze coming in from under my skirt, stroking my naked waist. When we arrived at his house we went straight to bed but only had oral sex <unk> I said that my xotinha was hurting and he understood it. We enjoyed each other's mouth and fell asleep until dinner time. We ordered Chinese food and drank a bottle of wine. Then we took a bath together where we were able to wash ourselves for an extended period under hot water. Inevitably the pine tree hardened into my loving soap-filled hands. After rinsing the poop I offered myself, even with the sensitive whip, I wanted more of that handsome man. I turned my back to him and in that classic shower-hand position opened his legs, grabbed his ass and leaning against the wall invited: - Come... give it to me! He did not wait for a second invitation and made me groan from pain by firm and deep penetration <unk> I was still hurting, yes. But hotness soon put away the inconvenience and we only didn't enjoy ourselves under warm water because he felt cramps on his legs. I think because of my short stature, and he had to have his legs flexed it was not possible for us to go all the way. We got out quickly, we wiped ourselves off and went straight to bed. I arrived first and from four I waited for him who on climbing up gave me a very wet lick in the lapel and entered with everything. It was a nice hike that led to another fantastic fun. At the end I had to go to the bathroom and throw a cold shower at my precious one which became more sensitive every day. On Monday morning again, I woke up with a tongue between my legs. Ahhh... how crazy he was about me! Even in pain, I could not refuse and once again my wife was punished by the hard cock. And as usual, I forgot about the initial little pain to lose myself in the pleasure of having a nice dick fucking me with his pussy. One more fun and then breakfast prepared by him. Ah, I can't forget <unk> before coffee, a cold shower in pursuit that already showed the first signs of redness - so much give! rs. The day went on quietly until nightfall. He wanted me as soon as we arrived at early evening but asked for patience and suggested some oral sex because it was burned in her husband. He understood and we settled into the sixty-nine position. We started with me from underneath, and soon I felt my wife being caressed by his warm and tasty tongue while struggling to swallow as much of the pinto that he pushed down my throat. His penis was so big that it seemed better for me to stay on top in order to control the male's movements. That way I could make more use of the licking he gave me on her thigh and drooling out the stick in my mouth. I was licking my goatee, that little skin between the foreskin and glans because it had been taught to be a very sensitive area in men. We sucked so much, we laughed so much that we ended up enjoying each other's mouth and once again, by the way, as always, I swallowed all of his manly cream. That was our last sex on Monday. We took a bath and slept. Tuesday dawned and he wanted to eat me quickly like usual. He seemed to agree and said that he would just lick my xana. I let him, of course; after all his tongue relieved the burning sensation in me as it entered and exited from the stick. But the damned one was licking so well, leaving me so stiff that when he positioned himself between my legs with a drooling stick I could not resist. I myself tucked my hands between my thighs and opened my lips waiting for another penetration by what had been my first pinto. how good is a stick coming in and out of the bathtub! Once again he laughed and made me laugh. I took a shower, followed by plenty of cold water. So we had coffee, left, came back, ate lunch and it was almost time for me to go to the bus station to take the bus home He asked: "Can you hold one more? Honestly I was very satisfied with both giving and having fun but couldn't resist that request. There was also the pride factor because after all, as a female, although quite feminine, I would not refuse such an invitation". I think I would feel unable to take care of the male who was harassing me if he refused such an offer. I just kissed him and pulled him into his parents' bed. We took off our clothes, and told him to stand while I got down on my knees and fondly sucked at it with a hard, tight, wet dick. I tried to keep him near enjoying so that the punishment in my perineum could be short-lived. RS Despite being satisfied my wife felt wet and prepared for another incursion. I was smelled, kissed and licked before he came inside me. The first half reminded me that it was a big deal, but from then onwards the hard-on took care of filling me with pleasure and hard work. Knowing that this would be our last lock gave, gave and gave hot! I asked for dick, got cock and fuck. I didn't spare obscenities and encouraged the male to joke within myself: - Come... give me that thick stick ... put deep ... fills me with hot fucking ! He smiled and returned the provocation: Yes, yes cat ... will explode in good taste into your whore butt ... and you are going to take my fucking pussy ... he's going to travel with the whole mealy butt of my fuck! He pumped so hard and so loudly that I had my anticipatory joy. I think I passed out from how exhausted I was. Luckily it didn't take long for him to unload inside me the hot broth. We fell asleep in embrace. I woke up when there was less than an hour until the bus left. It was a race and even did not shower, by the way, just put on some underwear absorbent and, the way she was amused, dressed her panties and hurried off. The run was such that we did not have farewells for a long time like this, but it was better. No promises, no plans, we just climbed for a long weekend.
Hello everyone! For some time now I've been recalling and writing my memories, my sexual encounters with my former boyfriends. I have already told about the first one who took away my virginity (what an old expression!) and others that followed; not to mention Mario, my last boyfriend for whom I fell in love unintentionally and we got married. To this day he is my husband and was and I think will always be the best man I ever had in bed. But I decided to leave my story with him for later, because as I wrote in one of the previous stories that after we ended our first relationship, we had a new encounter some time later and this is what I want to write about first. I was already dating Mario (my current husband) around seven months ago. Our relationship was very nice, we were having sex several times a week and I liked him very much but something bothered me <unk> He always said he would never get married, that he wanted to be free and I didn't have any plans for the future. Well, I couldn't do anything and was driving. The month of February arrived, carnival time, and he told me that we would not spend the holidays together, that he wanted to go out with his friends. I felt very sad, I tried to reverse the situation, but he said that after the holiday we will meet again and everything will be as before. My feelings of sadness turned into anger and without much thought I decided that I wouldn't stay alone in this Carnival. I called my first boyfriend from São Paulo and like someone who wants nothing made him invite me for those days of madness together. I told my parents that I would not go to the place and stayed alone in the republic where I lived. That Saturday morning, I got up early, made nails on my feet, hands, shaved my legs and went to the bathroom. I took a barber to the booth and there scraped hair from the sides of the skirt leaving about four centimeters of hairs. Appeared the longest making her very pretty <unk> furry, yes, but beautiful, after all, at that time it was rare for women to get rid of all their persecutor's hair. After a whimsical shower I put some clothes into a trash can and walked down the street. Although it was a holiday, the bus was almost empty. I got on and settled down in the last seats at the end. I tried to sleep because the journey would take about five hours. I was anxious; E (remember how I decided to call him?) and I hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and even though Mario practically pushed me into another one, I felt like betraying him. Several other naked men and women were bathing in the sea, tanning themselves, while those who had been most active covered their bodies with towels and masturbated before everyone's eyes. Smiling, I imagined that my excitement was aroused by meeting the man who made me a little squash (another expression of that time). I tried to distract myself by looking out the window but old memories would not leave me alone. I was so horny that, after making sure no one was near me and nobody could see, I risked a caress on the nipples of my breasts. My hand slipped underneath my T-shirt and bra and pinched my nipple as if to punish myself for such an enormous boner. It got worse! My excitement increased and unconsciously rubbed my xanax all over my jeans. Nothing helped. I opened the button, pulled down the zipper and put my hand inside my panties. I felt at the tip of my fingers how wet I had become. I wanted to masturbate a little bit but tight pants wouldn't allow it. I looked again at the bus people, and they all seemed to be asleep in seats further along. I took out of my briefcase a short skirt that I had worn with me and risked it; I pulled off my sandals and slowly let my pants slide down my legs. As soon as I removed them completely, I felt insecure for wearing only underpants on this bus. I quickly put my skirts back on and rearranged myself once more. After everything was set up, I reset my memories so that now I could lift my skirt and access my shower curtain. I imagined myself sitting on a couch, my ex-boyfriend kneeling on the floor with his face next to mine between thighs about to lick me crack. Putz what heat felt! From then I started remembering what we did in the past and that soon we would be together to do it all again. My girlfriend was drooling, I could feel my lubricant dripping down and wet my ass and all the joy between her buttocks. Nearly feeling mockery so I interrupted my caresses. I squeezed my underwear again and tried to calm down. Finally arrived at São Paulo and from far away saw E waiting for me. It was a strange feeling to see him, especially as I embraced him discreetly like a friend when we met. Suddenly an enormous sense of regret came over me, wondering what I was doing there after all I had a boyfriend and traveled to meet another man but before my despair set in I remembered Mario and imagined that he could be with someone else hugging kissing fucking the guilt went away then i ran into my ex-boyfriend. The day had ended and night's darkness took over town We got in the car, and just when I thought we'd be leaving soon he turned to me, hugged and kissed. And what a kiss! A wet tongue kiss that I returned without blinking <unk> it was super tight. Our mouths were still clenched together as I felt an audacious hand grabbing my right breast. It was a strange feeling, yes I wanted the caresses but didn't want to seem so easy. My resistance endured until he grabbed my left hand and forced me to put it down on the already hardened pin underneath his social trousers. I interrupted the kiss and asked if he was crazy because we were in a public place. He said that he is mad about me and again pushed his hand between my thighs which without any more resistance parted making way for the curious hand. It was quick and soon an awkward finger entered through the side of my panties and you could feel how wet I was. He did not hold back the exclamation: "Wow! You're already wet, little cat!" What were you thinking about during your trip? Half ashamed I replied that he was remembering our old times. The bastard with his finger going in and out of my pursuit teased me: - And her friend here seems to be crying from nostalgia! She laughed and called him a fool. He pulled his fingers inside me, smelled them and licked: - Our lady, it has been so long since I have felt its scent or taste like a kitten! I asked him if we could get away from there to which he answered: Saying this, he settled himself on the bench and pulling down his pants zipper threw out his already very hard stick. The street lights seemed to collaborate by throwing a beam of light onto it. I was frightened with such audacity but could not resist. Looked around me and making sure no one saw us grabbed that stiff cock and as always drooling from excitement grasped at its base and tugging up my skin made the pink head appear which in the past I had kissed so much and sucked so much. I remembered that as he was about to mock me in my mouth, the head seemed to swell even more becoming harder denouncing the approach of the joke, this jokes I waited eagerly and which engulfed every hot jet expelled inside my mouth ... jets of warm fucking I tasted with pleasure. I rubbed my head against his lips like a lip liner and opened wide, letting the hot stick that had given me so much pleasure in the past enter. After some good sucks I stood up and said with authority that I wanted to get out of there. He answered me, started the car and we left. Then at the first corner I looked back towards the direction of the stick still outside my pants and asked: Didn't you forget anything? He laughed and said he had left it off on purpose, after all, there were many signs along the way and who knows I wouldn't dare make another kiss. Just smiled and with my left hand, I grabbed the delight and went all the way massaging my first dick. It was about eight or nine o'clock at night when we walked into his parents' house - the same one where once upon a time we slept together in my ex-in-laws bed while they were traveling. The house again became available to us because our parents had traveled again. As soon as we entered and still in the room, I got held up and kissed. Our fire grew stronger and so came the need to get rid of clothes: A shirt, T-shirt, bra, pants, skirt... And then we were completely naked, and he had this really hard stick in his hand and I was dripping with a cane. It didn't take long for me to be placed on the couch, pulled forward so that my back rested against a cushion; my legs were indiscreetly and indecently spread open or rather stretched out. He literally fell down between them. My wish from being sucked into the sofa on the bus was about to come true. He drew his face closer to my xana and, before licking it, he sniffed, inhaled deeply the perfume that emanated from my sex and sighed: - Ahhh cat... what a good smell has your little mouth! That said, she fell out of her mouth! Rs. Isn't this how they say around here <unk> falling out of their mouth? I was kissed, licked and sucked on the cheekbone ... felt the hot tongue navigate inside my channel ... between the lips and, at last, already close to mockery, two fingers pulled the wedge and with its well-exposed cricket, the warm language caressed me wild beast and led me into ecstasy which only sex can provide. I think I groaned and screamed, I don't know but certainly had an orgasm so intense that it made me fall asleep for a few minutes. When I woke up I was lying in his arms soft but unsatisfied attacked the cat and prepared to suck on my object of desire in the same position where I stood he settled down on the couch and displayed this hard thing to me I got myself kneeling on the floor like one should be in reverence to male obelism which gives us women such pleasure First a few kisses on the inner sides of my thighs, then the bag was graced by my lips and tongue, and finally my mouth was invaded by the slippery head lapped with natural human lubricant... ohhhh.... delicious! I poured into my mouth all that I could get hold of, let it go deep until in my throat I felt the hot head ... climbing up and down my lip to that nerve mast together with my hand punching from experience gained with other boyfriends. Proud not to be any more that naive little girl back there and whimsical about sucking. So much so that minutes later he said: - If you don't stop I will make fun of your cat mouth! Nothing answered, did not want to take it out of his mouth, nor tried to speak with a full mouth <unk> is uneducated, right? Just capricious even more until I heard him say: - Ahhh... your asshole cat ... wants my enjoyment in your mouth neither ... wanted a spade on the mouth ... because this is what I am going to give her ... filling its mouth with hot fucking ... is that what you want ... ? In that moment of maximum excitement, I think unconsciously put my left hand between my thighs and began to caress the shovel. It didn't take long for me to hear a deep groan from the male enjoying himself...I did not have to wait much longer as the first jet entered my mouth...I tried to taste it but others followed and I was forced to swallow each one of them. While tasting the hot cream, I increased my caresses on my crotch until I felt the first waves of pleasure sweep through my whole body - such thirst led me to another delicious enjoyment. What a delight! We rested, fell asleep naked and embraced for a few minutes. When we woke up we ordered pizza, after all no one lives without eating. At his request I wore only underpants and he in his panties ate pizza and two glasses of wine. I asked where we would sleep and was taken to his parents' room <unk> it was the only double bed that I had at home. He threw down a new sheet and once again we resumed our sexual games. After many kisses, hands running over warm bodies, we positioned ourselves in 69, and once more I had the pleasure of feeling between my thighs my first man's hot tongue and in my mouth the dick that first unraveled all my secrets. And it was in the classic position of mom and dad that I waited for him. Lying on my back, legs wide open were an invitation to once again enter into my body, or at least a little bit of it. He took his place between my thighs and the stick, swinging hard, nodding sideways looking for the path to happiness. I grabbed the stiff pike and pointed it towards the entrance and it was with one push without any delicacy that he swallowed my first man's staff again with the club. Burning bodies rubbing against each other and buckling pleasures arguing, good sticks kissing... and the alternating positions! Front to front, side-to-side, four of a kind... they were all delicious but it was at the bed's end I lay down he stood on the floor my legs twisted leaving me in the roast chicken position which he entered by the way kicked deeply into me and started with force hitting his body against mine. Surely if we were in an apartment neighbours would hear the sound of bodies colliding, the bed slamming against the wall and my wife moaning jokes. He hadn't mocked yet, and when I opened my eyes he smiled at me and said: "You look beautiful while you are mocking cat!" I laughed and replied: "I think it makes a silly face". He laughs and retorted: "No, you have the face of a little whore, cute bitching bitch. The term was strange to me but in some way I liked it. Now I am going to be the one who will make fun, fill your bucket with hot fucking... And pumped hard. I encouraged him: - Goza ... Cat is enjoying inside me ... I want to feel his warm pussy ... give me fuck on her poopie ... da! His face changed during the enjoyment, and I felt proud to be responsible for so much pleasure bestowed upon him. It was delightful to see a man enjoy himself and feel warm jets inside of us! We fell asleep again and when we woke up one or two hours later took an invigorating bath and returned to our love nest where we fucked once more. Then we slept hugged and naked until late on Sunday morning. The cat awoke hungry with a hot tongue sliding between my vaginal lips while I slowly awakened. I looked down between my legs and saw my ex-boyfriend licking my pussy, looking me in the eye. He paused for a moment and said: "Good morning sleeping beauty! I loved waking up like that". And then he came over with his cock backwards to give it to me already hard so I could suck on him. I don't know how long we had sex, but at a certain point I felt my sensitive cock. It was so much fun to have it. I managed to reverse the positions, put him on his back and went over. I mounted him and in that position I could control the movements by rubbing my cricket against his hair. I realized I would soon make fun of him and tried to encourage his enjoyment as well because my cock really hurt me little bit. I laid down on top of him, and with my face pulled up I whispered obscenities into his ear: "Your cat is very cute... he makes fun of me again... gives me his pleasure! Well, we women know how obscenities affect men don't we? We had a good time together and I was able to give my pursuit a break. A nice bath and cold water in the hairdresser relieved my burning sex. Rs. We went for a walk and at his request I put on a mini skirt, high-heeled sandals and a white T-shirt. We ate lunch, went to the cinema, shopping malls and late afternoon walked around a park, finally it was busy but also quiet evening. Before we left the park, he asked me to go into the bathroom and take off my bra and panties. He asked if I remembered that when we were dating, after class, I would do this to provoke him. My answer was a smile - I went to the toilet and on leaving had my underwear tucked away in my purse. It seemed as though my tits wanted to pierce through the fabric of my white T-shirt and somehow felt uncomfortable with those strange looks directed at my nipples. But admittedly being in short skirts without pants excited me. We walked to the car and I could feel the afternoon breeze coming in from under my skirt, stroking my naked waist. When we arrived at his house we went straight to bed but only had oral sex <unk> I said that my xotinha was hurting and he understood it. We enjoyed each other's mouth and fell asleep until dinner time. We ordered Chinese food and drank a bottle of wine. Then we took a bath together where we were able to wash ourselves for an extended period under hot water. Inevitably the pine tree hardened into my loving soap-filled hands. After rinsing the poop I offered myself, even with the sensitive whip, I wanted more of that handsome man. I turned my back to him and in that classic shower-hand position opened his legs, grabbed his ass and leaning against the wall invited: - Come... give it to me! He did not wait for a second invitation and made me groan from pain by firm and deep penetration <unk> I was still hurting, yes. But hotness soon put away the inconvenience and we only didn't enjoy ourselves under warm water because he felt cramps on his legs. I think because of my short stature, and he had to have his legs flexed it was not possible for us to go all the way. We got out quickly, we wiped ourselves off and went straight to bed. I arrived first and from four I waited for him who on climbing up gave me a very wet lick in the lapel and entered with everything. It was a nice hike that led to another fantastic fun. At the end I had to go to the bathroom and throw a cold shower at my precious one which became more sensitive every day. On Monday morning again, I woke up with a tongue between my legs. Ahhh... how crazy he was about me! Even in pain, I could not refuse and once again my wife was punished by the hard cock. And as usual, I forgot about the initial little pain to lose myself in the pleasure of having a nice dick fucking me with his pussy. One more fun and then breakfast prepared by him. Ah, I can't forget <unk> before coffee, a cold shower in pursuit that already showed the first signs of redness - so much give! rs. The day went on quietly until nightfall. He wanted me as soon as we arrived at early evening but asked for patience and suggested some oral sex because it was burned in her husband. He understood and we settled into the sixty-nine position. We started with me from underneath, and soon I felt my wife being caressed by his warm and tasty tongue while struggling to swallow as much of the pinto that he pushed down my throat. His penis was so big that it seemed better for me to stay on top in order to control the male's movements. That way I could make more use of the licking he gave me on her thigh and drooling out the stick in my mouth. I was licking my goatee, that little skin between the foreskin and glans because it had been taught to be a very sensitive area in men. We sucked so much, we laughed so much that we ended up enjoying each other's mouth and once again, by the way, as always, I swallowed all of his manly cream. That was our last sex on Monday. We took a bath and slept. Tuesday dawned and he wanted to eat me quickly like usual. He seemed to agree and said that he would just lick my xana. I let him, of course; after all his tongue relieved the burning sensation in me as it entered and exited from the stick. But the damned one was licking so well, leaving me so stiff that when he positioned himself between my legs with a drooling stick I could not resist. I myself tucked my hands between my thighs and opened my lips waiting for another penetration by what had been my first pinto. how good is a stick coming in and out of the bathtub! Once again he laughed and made me laugh. I took a shower, followed by plenty of cold water. So we had coffee, left, came back, ate lunch and it was almost time for me to go to the bus station to take the bus home He asked: "Can you hold one more? Honestly I was very satisfied with both giving and having fun but couldn't resist that request. There was also the pride factor because after all, as a female, although quite feminine, I would not refuse such an invitation". I think I would feel unable to take care of the male who was harassing me if he refused such an offer. I just kissed him and pulled him into his parents' bed. We took off our clothes, and told him to stand while I got down on my knees and fondly sucked at it with a hard, tight, wet dick. I tried to keep him near enjoying so that the punishment in my perineum could be short-lived. RS Despite being satisfied my wife felt wet and prepared for another incursion. I was smelled, kissed and licked before he came inside me. The first half reminded me that it was a big deal, but from then onwards the hard-on took care of filling me with pleasure and hard work. Knowing that this would be our last lock gave, gave and gave hot! I asked for dick, got cock and fuck. I didn't spare obscenities and encouraged the male to joke within myself: - Come... give me that thick stick ... put deep ... fills me with hot fucking ! He smiled and returned the provocation: Yes, yes cat ... will explode in good taste into your whore butt ... and you are going to take my fucking pussy ... he's going to travel with the whole mealy butt of my fuck! He pumped so hard and so loudly that I had my anticipatory joy. I think I passed out from how exhausted I was. Luckily it didn't take long for him to unload inside me the hot broth. We fell asleep in embrace. I woke up when there was less than an hour until the bus left. It was a race and even did not shower, by the way, just put on some underwear absorbent and, the way she was amused, dressed her panties and hurried off. The run was such that we did not have farewells for a long time like this, but it was better. No promises, no plans, we just climbed for a long weekend.
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