Suruba after shopping
"Married life has each one! And to make it lighter, I'm going to tell my experience of active horn in this forum. Two months ago, I took the mistress, Carlota, shopping. She had complained, the day before, that lately I walked pasty, without that fury of the first years of marriage. Carlota, on the contrary, said more fiery with the passing of the days. The heat in the hail increased with each my absence.
In fact, I'd leave my job at the Center and stay there, stuffing my face in jars. I'd come home drunk, not even strong enough to face the bowl of soup that Carlota left on the stove. Upon entering the room, my wife would make an ugly face <unk> if that was possible on that little angel face <unk>, but still demanded that I fulfill my obligations. Unsuccessfully, I had no way to steep the pinto.
When we entered the supermarket for the monthly shopping, Carlota was still complaining about the constant brownies, but then she closed her mouth. In the section of imported drinks, a handsome man caught her attention, while I was going through the wine labels. With the back of my eye, I saw when the Bolivian-faced boy handed Carlota a card. Luckily, I hadn't yet drunk the first one of the day.
In front of the pasta shelf, I felt the owner's hands tremble and freeze as she handed me the package of duck-throat noodles to put on the cart. 'What does the card say?' I asked. She acted silly sober, but, with a little more insistence, handed it out: 'It's an invitation to a night of sweating.' Well, very good, I thought with my hangover. 'Let's go together,' I corrected.
Carlota gave up shopping on the spot. 'I have to produce myself, then,' she said hurriedly, without the slightest ceremony. I never thought of sharing that sketch with another junkie, but it would be better that way. It was the solution to not gaining horns and sucking my own finger.
Ready to leave for that Suruba, I still asked Carlota if she wouldn't regret it later. She said no and gave me a cinematic kiss, patting my cock to the point of petrification. I thought of giving up the party and eating it right there in the kitchen of the house. More practical, Carlota knelt down and started a lengthy mouthful, taking out the milk that so many times denied that fleshy mouth. She swallowed a part of the magic portion and used the other as cream for the skin of the handsome rooster.
We went to the party wanting so much more. The agreed place was the roof of a building, full of glass and plants. At the reception, the Bolivian guy took Carlota by the hand and said that he would like to introduce her to some friends. A girl, also with Indian traits, took me by the arm and said that she would do the same. What a treat! All the women were at ease, glasses in hand and bastards on their heads. Adriana, the girl who received me, knew all of them. 'Let's go to the room on the second floor, you'll like it,' he invited. Before long, he was in the fifth grade and didn't even remember that he had arrived there with Carlota.
I only remembered the owner when I walked through a living room holding hands with Adriana. There was Carlota with the Bolivian guy, a Chico. They were both in the biggest pile, he stored that pussy right there, on a table. I thought that would make me the son of my life, but I became more obsessed with Adriana. I carried her to the next floor, as he had proposed, and I didn't even wait for her to take off her clothes. I almost tore everything. It didn't seem that I had gone through a broxing phase in my life. In fact, that was all that was missing; my pussy got hard like I hadn't been able to for a long time. I wanted to fuck all Adriana, forgetting that my wife was climbing with another one below.
Adriana was starting my second kiss of the day, when a scene increased my excitement. Two cats came into the room where we were, completely naked and full of love to give. At first I thought it was this kind of lesbian chic story, but nothing. Gulls, they started biting me on the ears, neck, berries, neck and legs. I enjoyed Adriana's mouthpiece in one jet. Then it was the turn of one of the anonymous ones to adopt my cock with skilled hands of an oriental masseur. The other came from behind and began to kiss my ass. Adriana witnessed everything, legs open and fingers on the grate.
Soon the mast began to hoist my flag, with the two girls starting a delicious rotation of sketches in my lap. One tighter than the other, but equally wet. Not wanting to lose the fun, Adriana laid me down and rubbed the gauze in my mouth. The tongue went in and out of that cave with fury and I ended up enjoying inside one of the two without knowing which one. Almost at the same time, Adriana shouted with pleasure: 'Bite my grate, fill it all up, tear my wife!!'
The smell of sex dominated the atmosphere, but there was still a familiar perfume in the air. When I raised my head, I found Carlota on the doorstep, with an ecstatic look and fiery eyes. Sensing the password, the three of them left for another pica, leaving us alone. We didn't even open our mouths; in a few seconds, we were crouched. Me behind, enraging my mistress and slave, who delighted in every sting. Since that night, we haven't missed a little party hosted by Chico and Adriana, who are as well married as we are".
In fact, I'd leave my job at the Center and stay there, stuffing my face in jars. I'd come home drunk, not even strong enough to face the bowl of soup that Carlota left on the stove. Upon entering the room, my wife would make an ugly face <unk> if that was possible on that little angel face <unk>, but still demanded that I fulfill my obligations. Unsuccessfully, I had no way to steep the pinto.
When we entered the supermarket for the monthly shopping, Carlota was still complaining about the constant brownies, but then she closed her mouth. In the section of imported drinks, a handsome man caught her attention, while I was going through the wine labels. With the back of my eye, I saw when the Bolivian-faced boy handed Carlota a card. Luckily, I hadn't yet drunk the first one of the day.
In front of the pasta shelf, I felt the owner's hands tremble and freeze as she handed me the package of duck-throat noodles to put on the cart. 'What does the card say?' I asked. She acted silly sober, but, with a little more insistence, handed it out: 'It's an invitation to a night of sweating.' Well, very good, I thought with my hangover. 'Let's go together,' I corrected.
Carlota gave up shopping on the spot. 'I have to produce myself, then,' she said hurriedly, without the slightest ceremony. I never thought of sharing that sketch with another junkie, but it would be better that way. It was the solution to not gaining horns and sucking my own finger.
Ready to leave for that Suruba, I still asked Carlota if she wouldn't regret it later. She said no and gave me a cinematic kiss, patting my cock to the point of petrification. I thought of giving up the party and eating it right there in the kitchen of the house. More practical, Carlota knelt down and started a lengthy mouthful, taking out the milk that so many times denied that fleshy mouth. She swallowed a part of the magic portion and used the other as cream for the skin of the handsome rooster.
We went to the party wanting so much more. The agreed place was the roof of a building, full of glass and plants. At the reception, the Bolivian guy took Carlota by the hand and said that he would like to introduce her to some friends. A girl, also with Indian traits, took me by the arm and said that she would do the same. What a treat! All the women were at ease, glasses in hand and bastards on their heads. Adriana, the girl who received me, knew all of them. 'Let's go to the room on the second floor, you'll like it,' he invited. Before long, he was in the fifth grade and didn't even remember that he had arrived there with Carlota.
I only remembered the owner when I walked through a living room holding hands with Adriana. There was Carlota with the Bolivian guy, a Chico. They were both in the biggest pile, he stored that pussy right there, on a table. I thought that would make me the son of my life, but I became more obsessed with Adriana. I carried her to the next floor, as he had proposed, and I didn't even wait for her to take off her clothes. I almost tore everything. It didn't seem that I had gone through a broxing phase in my life. In fact, that was all that was missing; my pussy got hard like I hadn't been able to for a long time. I wanted to fuck all Adriana, forgetting that my wife was climbing with another one below.
Adriana was starting my second kiss of the day, when a scene increased my excitement. Two cats came into the room where we were, completely naked and full of love to give. At first I thought it was this kind of lesbian chic story, but nothing. Gulls, they started biting me on the ears, neck, berries, neck and legs. I enjoyed Adriana's mouthpiece in one jet. Then it was the turn of one of the anonymous ones to adopt my cock with skilled hands of an oriental masseur. The other came from behind and began to kiss my ass. Adriana witnessed everything, legs open and fingers on the grate.
Soon the mast began to hoist my flag, with the two girls starting a delicious rotation of sketches in my lap. One tighter than the other, but equally wet. Not wanting to lose the fun, Adriana laid me down and rubbed the gauze in my mouth. The tongue went in and out of that cave with fury and I ended up enjoying inside one of the two without knowing which one. Almost at the same time, Adriana shouted with pleasure: 'Bite my grate, fill it all up, tear my wife!!'
The smell of sex dominated the atmosphere, but there was still a familiar perfume in the air. When I raised my head, I found Carlota on the doorstep, with an ecstatic look and fiery eyes. Sensing the password, the three of them left for another pica, leaving us alone. We didn't even open our mouths; in a few seconds, we were crouched. Me behind, enraging my mistress and slave, who delighted in every sting. Since that night, we haven't missed a little party hosted by Chico and Adriana, who are as well married as we are".
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