100% common

If it's "vulgar", it's expressing what's on your mind. I was born, live and die 100% vulgar. Because I'd rather be "vulgar" and have my freedom of expression than be a puritan chained by the dictatorship of prejudice and repression. I'd been separated from my husband for three years, and things hadn't really been going well for a while, and they say that after a break-up, there's nothing but heartache. Of the five best memories I have of Paulo, four are about sex. The delicious man, and the appetite. Well, I didn't want to write about him. After I met Paul, I learned a lot of new things, and I also learned to laugh with him. It's just that I took pleasure in the thing, you understand me, don't you? And now that I'm separated, I have to seek my pleasure in the best way I can, alone or in company. Sometimes I do something crazy. " It's one of those slip-ups I want to talk about. Sunday night, it was after 9 p.m., I was coming home from a visit to my parents' house, and I spent the whole day very excited, trying to push away the thoughts that instead came back more and more intense. I needed sex. I needed fun and the truth, because no one deserves to spend the week enjoying a vibrator. I needed a real fuck. I decided to go into the mall, who knows, take a walk and hopefully find someone. I went nowhere and nothing. I stopped in front of the cinema, looked at the posters and the only crap that was still going to start was a horror movie of very dubious quality. I bought the ticket and went there with popcorn and soda to try to distract myself. It was about five minutes to start and the theater was still empty, about ten people at the most, so I went up to the last row and sat in the armchair against the wall. Distractedly, I watched as a man who appeared to be in his early 40's got up from one of the chairs in front of me and walked toward me. She asked if she was alone and if she could sit nearby. I answered more than quickly because if I wasn't Leonardo di Caprio I certainly wasn't Tiririca (no offense hahaha!) and at least I would have company to watch the movie. at least I thought so. His name was Piero with a half-Italian accent, we talked a little and I didn't get much of a chance to ask because he was soon pure action. As soon as the movie started, he sat right next to me and if, sending warning was immediately passing his hand on my legs. Too bad I didn't come prepared, imagine what madness if I was wearing a dress? Actually it wouldn't make much difference. Despite the jeans I was wearing, I felt his hands warm and strong grabbing my thigh. I couldn't say anything because the bastard was already kissing me. Ahhh what a delight, it had been a while since I felt that enormous pleasure. And the guy was still kissing deliciously. Well to tell the truth I don't even know if my demand index was low. Well let's leave it like that and let's go back to Piero, who I think is the same thing as Pedro, who just as I was very horny because when we exchanged caresses I passed my hand on his dick. Or being more frank I grabbed that huge and hard dick. The guy seemed professional of the thing because I rarely saw that size. I was mad with desire to sit right on that delicious past and enjoy myself. We were getting more and more sucked and he had just lifted my blouse and practically ripped my bra half off. He banged with the tongue of the hard-enveloped males while one of the two rare times, I looked for the whole second because my other cinema is still not giving complete pleasure in the eyes. From the few people who were there I felt the same thing as Pedro, who had turned my hand on his dick. Or to be more frank I grabbed that big and hard-enveloped dick. The guy looked like a professional of the thing because he was very uncomfortable and I didn't want to show my dick again. And if I had to make my dick, I would be very uncomfortable and not have to be able to control my dick until I had my dick and my dick again. His turn came and to my utmost pleasure he made me make a delicious kiss on the huge cock that badly fit in my mouth. I gave my best and when I realized his fun, I turned my face away letting him ejaculate on my breasts. And he enjoyed enough making me very wet. All this was very fast not more than fifteen minutes and we both had fun, but I still wanted to feel him in my pussy. And so we did as soon as we discovered a position that while he was getting into me no one saw us. I enjoyed it deliciously but he did not stop fucking me and with more and more frenzied movements it came to the fun that I now felt pouring surprisingly strong and hot right in the middle of my pussy. It was delicious but I quickly put on my clothes and a few moments later already in my car, I drove trembling home where I arrived quickly. Already naked in the bathroom, I saw by the reflection of the mirror my breasts melted with joy. I slept like an angel that night!