The Moreno
I'll tell you a cool story that happened to me. It was in 2002. I had the biggest crush on a girl in my neighborhood. She was a tremendously good-natured brunette. She had black, wavy, bulky hair that went down to the middle of her back, dark brown eyes, fleshy lips, huge, very tight breasts, thin waist, exaggeratedly wide hips (she must have been about 120 centimeters of hips), thick thighs, vigorous legs and a giant ass (we, what a bunch of fucking!), firm and very round. Every day she passed by the sidewalk in front of my house. I just looked. It was the time she came home from work. I didn't know where she worked, but I knew that looking wouldn't solve anything. I had to make a decision and do something to draw attention to that brunette phenomenon.
So that's what I did, and one day, I stood on the corner waiting for the boazuda to pass by, and nervously, I approached her with a beastly chat, but she came into mine and made a sequence.
"What's your name?" she said.
How's yours?
I'm not going anywhere.
Could we go out and exchange some ideas?
Of course, why not?
Can I come with you?
Let's go to my house.
Solange was communicative and talked about various subjects. We arrived at her house. It was a surprise the invitation to enter. Solange lived alone. We sat on the couch. She put on a sound and offered me a cold drink. I accepted and she got up to go to the kitchen to get it. I was drying her body.
She came back with two cans of beer. She sat next to me and began to smooth my bong over the bermuda. She pulled it out. When I saw, I was being sucked by her. Solange passed her tongue all over my body until she reached the head of the bong. Then she knelt before me and sucked with great skill and voluptuousness. Phew, she must be in need. I thought to myself. It must not be for lack of a man. Maybe she is a nymphomaniac or has uterine fury ... Who knows?
Then she laid me on my back on the couch, took off the very tight jeans I was wearing and then her panties and climbed up on me, turning the bundle to my face. She danced, rolled her vast hips and I exploded with a hard-on. After the wonderful show, she fit the head of my hard-boiled benga into her ass.
That giant ass was going to swallow my bong. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was rolling the bong and screaming fine, but the bong hadn't entered yet, only the little head. Solange positioned herself better, threw her head back and slowly lowered the bong. The bong was swallowing centimeter by centimeter as she screamed with pleasure. The bong disappeared easily into her butt. All I could see was that bong stirring to the sides and then up and down.
With the movements, the bandage disappeared into her easily. Then Solange took a sphincter bite through the body of my bandage. My balls hurt and my legs and thighs were shaking. I saw myself going in and out, going in and out of that hallucinating ass.
Solange left me extremely stubborn. My bag was a thousand. I was almost joking and shouted. The mulata spread her legs wide and accelerated the penetration, making my benga go deep. Ah, I couldn't stand it and ended up inside her, screaming.
While I was half faint, Solange got up and went to the bathroom to wash. I was resting and thinking about life. Suddenly a black man came out of the room. He was six feet by four feet tall. He was naked and his hard cock looked like an Italian salami. At that moment I thought: If this guy catches me, I'll get a boner! I got up in fear and stood against the wall to protect my ass, but the black man said:
Calm down, my friend. I made a nice hand job looking at you.
But who are you?
I'm Miguel, the boyfriend of Sergio... I mean, of Solange!
Solange is gay, is she a transvestite?
Didn't you get it?
Oh, my God!
I'm not going to hurt you, he likes boys and I like a voyeur.
Then Solange appeared completely naked. She had the body of a woman and a chicken. It was very small, smaller than a child. You couldn't even see it. She kissed her boyfriend on the mouth. I asked:
You're holding his stick up his ass.
Yes, my angel, all of it.
<unk>Ah, that's why my bang went in easy.<unk>
Yes, my angel. There are certain techniques. Come back here tomorrow. I work in a massage house and I'll arrive early. Miguel is going to travel to Sampa and I don't like to be alone.
I put on my underwear and bermuda, I put on my sneakers and went home. During the night, I kept thinking about Solange. It was a delightful climb there. I wanted to go back there, but she was a man. I was in doubt. A man with that chicken? Her body was a woman's, her voice a woman's, her smell a woman's, her manner a woman's. For me, Solange was a woman. And what boobs! And what a fucking bundle.
The next day I went there. Despite my fear, I was still full of desire. She welcomed me. We sat on the couch, we talked, we drank, and Solange's eager hands began to run through my body until they touched my bangle. We rubbed our bodies. Solange got up from the couch and began to undress slowly. When she was completely naked, she put her hands on her waist and smiled at me. Instead of the rooster, she had a chicken with a tiny bag, and between the balls she had a mini rooster, smaller than a pea.
I was amazed. I looked up and saw her huge, stiff tits, each of them with a monstrous dark brown halo and a swollen nipple. I grabbed her breasts and sucked them voluptuously. Solange screamed. She wanted to kiss me, but I turned my face. Then I regretted it and gave her a tongue kiss. With the heat I had, I sucked her ass.
I started kissing her neck, her neck, her back and I turned her on her stomach. She stirred the bundle like a madwoman. I threw away the slippers and took off the pants and the underwear. When I pressed the hard bang on her ass, Solange screamed with excitement. She had lubricated the hole with gel, so she just leaned over and the bang slid down her neck. I was delirious with pleasure. Dude, my dick was all stuck in her rectum, only the bag was outside.
I kept kissing her neck. Solange shivered and rolled her bonnet. My going-and-coming drove the brunette mad. Her ass was barking with excitement. She screamed and I kept putting and taking, putting and taking. She shouted:
Have fun, honey, have fun.
I accelerated the movements, grabbed her hips, squeezing really hard, and poured a delicious rush of sperm into her intestines, then another splash, and another splash, and Solange felt the jets of sperm and scratched, screaming and crying, the couch.
My bangle, even though it was still hard, came out easily. It jumped out. I lay down next to it. We were tired. I was smoothing Solange's body. When I put my hand where the muzzle would be, I felt everything messed up. She had made fun of the chicken.
That's not why I was going to stop eating Solange. She was magnificent, fantastic, delicious, a brunette and so much and I wanted to believe that the chicken was a grown clitoris. Eventually, Miguel got another boyfriend and left for Santos. I fell in love with Solange in silence. No one ever knew. I only told you because I changed my name. But between us, what would you do in my place?
So that's what I did, and one day, I stood on the corner waiting for the boazuda to pass by, and nervously, I approached her with a beastly chat, but she came into mine and made a sequence.
"What's your name?" she said.
How's yours?
I'm not going anywhere.
Could we go out and exchange some ideas?
Of course, why not?
Can I come with you?
Let's go to my house.
Solange was communicative and talked about various subjects. We arrived at her house. It was a surprise the invitation to enter. Solange lived alone. We sat on the couch. She put on a sound and offered me a cold drink. I accepted and she got up to go to the kitchen to get it. I was drying her body.
She came back with two cans of beer. She sat next to me and began to smooth my bong over the bermuda. She pulled it out. When I saw, I was being sucked by her. Solange passed her tongue all over my body until she reached the head of the bong. Then she knelt before me and sucked with great skill and voluptuousness. Phew, she must be in need. I thought to myself. It must not be for lack of a man. Maybe she is a nymphomaniac or has uterine fury ... Who knows?
Then she laid me on my back on the couch, took off the very tight jeans I was wearing and then her panties and climbed up on me, turning the bundle to my face. She danced, rolled her vast hips and I exploded with a hard-on. After the wonderful show, she fit the head of my hard-boiled benga into her ass.
That giant ass was going to swallow my bong. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was rolling the bong and screaming fine, but the bong hadn't entered yet, only the little head. Solange positioned herself better, threw her head back and slowly lowered the bong. The bong was swallowing centimeter by centimeter as she screamed with pleasure. The bong disappeared easily into her butt. All I could see was that bong stirring to the sides and then up and down.
With the movements, the bandage disappeared into her easily. Then Solange took a sphincter bite through the body of my bandage. My balls hurt and my legs and thighs were shaking. I saw myself going in and out, going in and out of that hallucinating ass.
Solange left me extremely stubborn. My bag was a thousand. I was almost joking and shouted. The mulata spread her legs wide and accelerated the penetration, making my benga go deep. Ah, I couldn't stand it and ended up inside her, screaming.
While I was half faint, Solange got up and went to the bathroom to wash. I was resting and thinking about life. Suddenly a black man came out of the room. He was six feet by four feet tall. He was naked and his hard cock looked like an Italian salami. At that moment I thought: If this guy catches me, I'll get a boner! I got up in fear and stood against the wall to protect my ass, but the black man said:
Calm down, my friend. I made a nice hand job looking at you.
But who are you?
I'm Miguel, the boyfriend of Sergio... I mean, of Solange!
Solange is gay, is she a transvestite?
Didn't you get it?
Oh, my God!
I'm not going to hurt you, he likes boys and I like a voyeur.
Then Solange appeared completely naked. She had the body of a woman and a chicken. It was very small, smaller than a child. You couldn't even see it. She kissed her boyfriend on the mouth. I asked:
You're holding his stick up his ass.
Yes, my angel, all of it.
<unk>Ah, that's why my bang went in easy.<unk>
Yes, my angel. There are certain techniques. Come back here tomorrow. I work in a massage house and I'll arrive early. Miguel is going to travel to Sampa and I don't like to be alone.
I put on my underwear and bermuda, I put on my sneakers and went home. During the night, I kept thinking about Solange. It was a delightful climb there. I wanted to go back there, but she was a man. I was in doubt. A man with that chicken? Her body was a woman's, her voice a woman's, her smell a woman's, her manner a woman's. For me, Solange was a woman. And what boobs! And what a fucking bundle.
The next day I went there. Despite my fear, I was still full of desire. She welcomed me. We sat on the couch, we talked, we drank, and Solange's eager hands began to run through my body until they touched my bangle. We rubbed our bodies. Solange got up from the couch and began to undress slowly. When she was completely naked, she put her hands on her waist and smiled at me. Instead of the rooster, she had a chicken with a tiny bag, and between the balls she had a mini rooster, smaller than a pea.
I was amazed. I looked up and saw her huge, stiff tits, each of them with a monstrous dark brown halo and a swollen nipple. I grabbed her breasts and sucked them voluptuously. Solange screamed. She wanted to kiss me, but I turned my face. Then I regretted it and gave her a tongue kiss. With the heat I had, I sucked her ass.
I started kissing her neck, her neck, her back and I turned her on her stomach. She stirred the bundle like a madwoman. I threw away the slippers and took off the pants and the underwear. When I pressed the hard bang on her ass, Solange screamed with excitement. She had lubricated the hole with gel, so she just leaned over and the bang slid down her neck. I was delirious with pleasure. Dude, my dick was all stuck in her rectum, only the bag was outside.
I kept kissing her neck. Solange shivered and rolled her bonnet. My going-and-coming drove the brunette mad. Her ass was barking with excitement. She screamed and I kept putting and taking, putting and taking. She shouted:
Have fun, honey, have fun.
I accelerated the movements, grabbed her hips, squeezing really hard, and poured a delicious rush of sperm into her intestines, then another splash, and another splash, and Solange felt the jets of sperm and scratched, screaming and crying, the couch.
My bangle, even though it was still hard, came out easily. It jumped out. I lay down next to it. We were tired. I was smoothing Solange's body. When I put my hand where the muzzle would be, I felt everything messed up. She had made fun of the chicken.
That's not why I was going to stop eating Solange. She was magnificent, fantastic, delicious, a brunette and so much and I wanted to believe that the chicken was a grown clitoris. Eventually, Miguel got another boyfriend and left for Santos. I fell in love with Solange in silence. No one ever knew. I only told you because I changed my name. But between us, what would you do in my place?
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