My first favorite .
My name is Marciene, I'm married, 38 years old, white, 1.75 meters tall, thick legs, busted ass, light eyes and straight black hair.
I live in São Paulo and have some relatives in the Northeast.
My father left very early in order to work around here.
Well, my story begins with a trip I made to Piauí while on vacation this past January.
Saturday afternoon, after we (my family and I) arrived, I went to my uncles' home on the coast of Piauí.
Soon I was greeted by my cousin Renato: 5'65, white, 29 years old, French and always discreet, not to mention his education, which always caught my attention. He was not handsome, but nice.
Talk goes, talk comes, my uncles immediately wanted to meet my parents.
My cousin, however, was finishing an academic paper and could not go, so I ended up staying and keeping him company.
I was wearing very tight shorts, making a lot of noise in front, and I began to notice that my cousin, Renato, was uncomfortable, because he kept looking at my shirt, closing his legs, always putting his shirt over his shorts.
In the course of our conversation, I asked him for a cashew.
He, a little hurried, had to get up, going towards the refrigerator.
I had never attempted for my cousin: his shorts were stretched to the right side of his leg.
When he came towards me, I didn't restrain myself and stared at that scroll with a greedy eye, until he realized, calling my attention:
Take the cashews, cousin.
I was embarrassed, but I began to imagine what that hard roll would be like next to me, its smell, its size and thickness, my bouquet throbbing and I writhing softly...
Soon, he told me he had to go out, he was going to take a bath.
I told him it was okay.
I did not restrain myself: I went towards the bathroom inside the room and I was spying on him, even though I was not able to see him in his entirety, because the boxing was disturbing from the waist down.
Coming out of the bath, I had a delightful surprise: a large, thick roll between his white legs.
God, that was too much for me.
He tried to cover it with a towel, but I begged him: "Oh, cousin, what is this?" "Let her go".
I stepped forward, grabbed the base of the big, hot roll.
I started punching that roll; a delicious smell of pike was spreading through the bathroom, and my cousin let out a <unk>Uh<unk> that gave me such a hard-on, that I started punching the pickaxe faster.
My hand wouldn't close properly, so thick it was the scroll.
I was skinning that roll like I'd never done it before.
My mouth was salivating like a hungry dog, rolling its ass, and my tongue was coming out of my mouth involuntarily, wanting to lick that veined, red-headed, eight-inch-tall, very, very fat chicken.
My cousin was trembling, mouthing off, until he said to me: lick... lick my roll, my bitch... show me how to suck a big dick... tesuda bitch...
My tongue seemed to have grown; I began licking the bag, which was also large, from my head.
I opened my mouth wide and could only reach the top of the roller, which was too thick to go beyond the head.
I still sucked hard, struggling, punching Renato's cachet, which pulsed and increased inside my mouth.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I sat on my bed next to the suite door, took off my shorts, invited my cousin from Piauí to fuck me.
- Oi... come your hot boy... come cram that fat roll in my little bucket, come... come cram that picona, oi...
Holding me tightly, Renato begins to put his head on the wet tarpaulin.
I felt a lot of pressure when the back-and-forth started.
Pulling my hair, Renato punched me in the face, slapping me in my white jacket, which rolled, rolled with a thick chest inserted.
My bouquet looked like it was full of pike, man!
It was, in fact, full of pica, a very thick roll thumped hard my muzzle; the lips came and went (you could feel it), so that I felt expanded, a mare being fucked by a donkey of the thick peacock:
Renato was so sweet, I could feel him dripping on my back.
Then he asked me to ride him... and I'll come quickly, watching that cock that fucks me so hot, which my husband couldn't do, because I love a cock that knows how to fuck hot, like Renato's.
Sitting on that thick mast, I felt a chill.
That's when I was able to check the thickness of Renato's roll, because I was going up and down, feeling full, a huge thing for me, until then, riding nice, while Renato sucked my breasts, rolling his eyes.
I started joking. I was joking so much it didn't seem to end.
He began to breathe hard, quickly, still rolling his green eyes, when he released a <unk>Uhhhh<unk>, saying: - take milk of pica, take...take my milk, bitch...
I managed to get off the top and, punching the roll, I felt on my face a strong rush of hot gauze, another in my mouth, and another in my breasts, remaining a little still in the hand that punched him.
Oh, my God, he's got a great fucking roll.
I gave her a nice kiss, told her I'd be back soon.
Two days later, there I was with him.
When I returned to my home, I felt homesick, managing to minimize with a few photos that I asked him ((of the big roll, of course!).
I'll never forget this fuck.
My husband doesn't suspect a thing, but now I make it a point to go to Piauí every year...
I live in São Paulo and have some relatives in the Northeast.
My father left very early in order to work around here.
Well, my story begins with a trip I made to Piauí while on vacation this past January.
Saturday afternoon, after we (my family and I) arrived, I went to my uncles' home on the coast of Piauí.
Soon I was greeted by my cousin Renato: 5'65, white, 29 years old, French and always discreet, not to mention his education, which always caught my attention. He was not handsome, but nice.
Talk goes, talk comes, my uncles immediately wanted to meet my parents.
My cousin, however, was finishing an academic paper and could not go, so I ended up staying and keeping him company.
I was wearing very tight shorts, making a lot of noise in front, and I began to notice that my cousin, Renato, was uncomfortable, because he kept looking at my shirt, closing his legs, always putting his shirt over his shorts.
In the course of our conversation, I asked him for a cashew.
He, a little hurried, had to get up, going towards the refrigerator.
I had never attempted for my cousin: his shorts were stretched to the right side of his leg.
When he came towards me, I didn't restrain myself and stared at that scroll with a greedy eye, until he realized, calling my attention:
Take the cashews, cousin.
I was embarrassed, but I began to imagine what that hard roll would be like next to me, its smell, its size and thickness, my bouquet throbbing and I writhing softly...
Soon, he told me he had to go out, he was going to take a bath.
I told him it was okay.
I did not restrain myself: I went towards the bathroom inside the room and I was spying on him, even though I was not able to see him in his entirety, because the boxing was disturbing from the waist down.
Coming out of the bath, I had a delightful surprise: a large, thick roll between his white legs.
God, that was too much for me.
He tried to cover it with a towel, but I begged him: "Oh, cousin, what is this?" "Let her go".
I stepped forward, grabbed the base of the big, hot roll.
I started punching that roll; a delicious smell of pike was spreading through the bathroom, and my cousin let out a <unk>Uh<unk> that gave me such a hard-on, that I started punching the pickaxe faster.
My hand wouldn't close properly, so thick it was the scroll.
I was skinning that roll like I'd never done it before.
My mouth was salivating like a hungry dog, rolling its ass, and my tongue was coming out of my mouth involuntarily, wanting to lick that veined, red-headed, eight-inch-tall, very, very fat chicken.
My cousin was trembling, mouthing off, until he said to me: lick... lick my roll, my bitch... show me how to suck a big dick... tesuda bitch...
My tongue seemed to have grown; I began licking the bag, which was also large, from my head.
I opened my mouth wide and could only reach the top of the roller, which was too thick to go beyond the head.
I still sucked hard, struggling, punching Renato's cachet, which pulsed and increased inside my mouth.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I sat on my bed next to the suite door, took off my shorts, invited my cousin from Piauí to fuck me.
- Oi... come your hot boy... come cram that fat roll in my little bucket, come... come cram that picona, oi...
Holding me tightly, Renato begins to put his head on the wet tarpaulin.
I felt a lot of pressure when the back-and-forth started.
Pulling my hair, Renato punched me in the face, slapping me in my white jacket, which rolled, rolled with a thick chest inserted.
My bouquet looked like it was full of pike, man!
It was, in fact, full of pica, a very thick roll thumped hard my muzzle; the lips came and went (you could feel it), so that I felt expanded, a mare being fucked by a donkey of the thick peacock:
Renato was so sweet, I could feel him dripping on my back.
Then he asked me to ride him... and I'll come quickly, watching that cock that fucks me so hot, which my husband couldn't do, because I love a cock that knows how to fuck hot, like Renato's.
Sitting on that thick mast, I felt a chill.
That's when I was able to check the thickness of Renato's roll, because I was going up and down, feeling full, a huge thing for me, until then, riding nice, while Renato sucked my breasts, rolling his eyes.
I started joking. I was joking so much it didn't seem to end.
He began to breathe hard, quickly, still rolling his green eyes, when he released a <unk>Uhhhh<unk>, saying: - take milk of pica, take...take my milk, bitch...
I managed to get off the top and, punching the roll, I felt on my face a strong rush of hot gauze, another in my mouth, and another in my breasts, remaining a little still in the hand that punched him.
Oh, my God, he's got a great fucking roll.
I gave her a nice kiss, told her I'd be back soon.
Two days later, there I was with him.
When I returned to my home, I felt homesick, managing to minimize with a few photos that I asked him ((of the big roll, of course!).
I'll never forget this fuck.
My husband doesn't suspect a thing, but now I make it a point to go to Piauí every year...
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