Sunday Morning with my Boyfriend's Cousin

It was a Sunday morning and I ended up waking up early out of nowhere. Although I don't have a big family, my boyfriend makes up with a few cousins, always being a guesthouse stronghold. There was no one at home and I wondered where everyone had gone. I rub my eyes still in bed. The blanket is on the floor and my underwear is gone. No, it's not gone, it's wrapped around my left ankle, embroidered. I still don't know why I dress to sleep since I wake up naked from the waist down every day. My name is Gabriela, for those who don't know me, I'm 32 years old, 1.68 m, 55 kg, I'm white with light brown eyes, blonde hair, very large breasts, a steep butt, hot and I love sex without freshness, modesty, places...wherever it happens. I grunted loudly: <unk> It's fucked!!!! I was shaking my little toe, but the bracelet didn't come out. <unk> Sacooooo!!! A brilliant idea, I shrunk my leg and pulled the dental floss, I played with pleasure on the other side of the room. Today I shook the top that was crooked leaving my huge right breast out, I combed the loose hair that falls halfway to the back, making it acceptable, I tried to hide and wear a legging. I wore a bracelet as a sign of my protest! The feminists ordered their underpants in the fifties! Ah, for the hell of it, I would have been happy if I was there with my underpants for sixty years, but ... I would have been in a good mood. Yes, it was from spending a lonely Saturday night, boyfriend traveling and leaving me in this lizard state, climbing walls and zero tolerance. Something new and surprising that hadn't happened for many years. Of course, you wouldn't imagine, she finally woke up: almost naked, the rest of the little clothing clumsy and hairless like that. Whoever saw it would say that I spent the whole night having wild sex ... who would have !! <unk> who would have me. And there's more: when that dirty voice wakes me up talking to me, it's a clear sign of sexual abstinence. But, it's life ... I went out for coffee and walking down the hallway I heard the television on very low volume. Someone must be watching porn, I thought, smiling with the heat rising in my genital area. God, I really needed a lift. In the living room was a cousin of his, a little older than me, swapping channels with a face of boredom that only TV on Sundays can provide. We exchanged a good day and went to the kitchen. As I filled my coffee cup with milk, I saw in the reflection of the cupboard glass that Marcelo, my boyfriend's cousin, stretched his neck giving a good look at my tight little bundle. Aware of this, I stretched myself up and stretched my arms, leaving a peach-tinted skin between the thighs of the leggings and the top of the bar behind the cell phone, in the front even revealed two fingers below my navel, where the piercing was shining. It was nine and twenty-five seconds on the microwave clock and the two of us alone in the house. My voice was pervaded by ulterior motives. I stood on the tip of my boot in the middle of the closet, stretching his neck to take a good look at my little bundle. Aware of this, I stretched myself up and stretched my arms, leaving a peach-tone of peach-tone skin between the thighs of the leggings and the top of the bar behind the cell phone, even revealing two fingers below my navel, where the piercing was shining. I grabbed my mug and went into the living room, sat on the two-seater couch. His cousin was in the armchair, sitting shirtless, a temptation only. I could see him peering at me like an alligator, a slippery slope. Of course I positioned myself there on purpose, I knew that my breasts had a special, large and natural appeal. Proof of this was his cousin squeezing the arm of the armchair...a clear sign when a man is trying to avoid peering at the breasts in the hard face...I lifted the mug to my mouth, smiling cheekily. <unk> Ah, sucker! Go deep, what <unk>tôcin would do <unk> with me. I thought. Then I grabbed a pen that was lost in the corner of the sofa. I started to go up and down the tip of my thumb. Picking up a shaped object, I thought it was the worst sign in the universe ...and my dog was in the ass today, and I said, oh, it was the coldest thing in the world! I jumped up and was immediately kneeling in my cousin's lap, sticking his lips together before he could say anything. No talking, after all, it's just a quickie. The kid understood, sticking his tongue in my mouth and with his left hand on the back of my head, he pulled me almost suffocating, as much as he wanted. Too bad he's a little scared ...What I didn't imagine was that his cousin was aware of my hunger for fame...or bad reputation, fuck it!!! In addition to feeling a fucking hard-on, he said that he had touched so many handcuffs dedicated to me that he could hardly believe what was happening. I didn't know where to start. So I helped by lifting the top revealing my generous breasts, disproportionate to my size, very appetizing, round and hard. I tilted my body putting them at the level of his face that without wasting time held one in each hand and began to breastfeed. I wiped Marcelo's hair by cuddling his face on my chest. The boy hugged me tightly with one hand on his neck and the other on his waist. It looked like a baby who grew too much, but was still in a breast, bouncing and rubbing me, his stick jumped. Then it was my turn. I put that man up front in front of me, unbuttoned his bermuda, which fell down to his ankles, pulled down his panties with my teeth until I exposed what I wanted. Oh, my God, what a dickhead! It was a monstrosity. I pulled the little sucker out of my wrist and tied my hair up, making a ponytail. I had to take advantage of that while salivating for one of my biggest favorite freaks: deep oral. I've always been a full-handed, or would be full-mouthed, sucker. I learned early and perfected the technique well. Without ceremony, I put my whole head inside my mouth, looking directly into his eyes. My tongue surrounded that huge head, leaving it without more and more swelling and swelling. I lifted my body up, held the shoe bar down to my knees, straightened my legs, took off all my clothes, didn't give any room in my mouth and without stopping to suck that fat cousin's cock. Marcellus even threatened to hold my neck, but stopped when he realized that I was the one who started to force swallowing. I went deeper and deeper, hugging his ass, pulling it and swallowing the roll until I felt his balls rub my chin. I with my mouth full, he with his mouth open. I looked at him, took it out of his mouth and said: His girlfriends don't do that, do they? And I swallowed that chest again. Smiling with a sense of superiority, I began the frantic back-and-forth, every time that huge head touched my throat, there was a typical "glup" of delicious taste. Oral sex with noise is all good! I repeated a few more times very fast and at the last suck I sucked with all my strength, the head made a damp pop as it jumped out of my lips. Turning my body in the chair, I knelt with my back to the bastard cousin. I put my hands on the back of the chair, pushed the bundle tightly closing the legs and crossing the ankles. Since he was taller, in this position it would be better. The vision for him must have been great, because Marcelo grabbed me by the waist and coaxed me nice. I was tired just to feel the mushroom. The gland groped without finding the target, provoking and leaving me melada. With desire, I took my hand between the legs, held the pussy and, pushing away only a little of his body, left the arrow in sight. I felt a shiver when that pointy head entered, opening my vaginal lips. Gemi gustoso: Head is good, head is muuuiiitooo good!! Marcelo groaned with the unexpected movement, which I felt with the head swelling even more inside me. After all, there is no better feeling for a man than eating a girl from behind, holding her by the waist. It's male empowerment, or men in charge, right? He said. No, not necessarily. I began to move my body back and forth, and it soon picked up the rhythm of the movements, and with force applied in both directions, my small but soft and hard ass began to burst with the shock of each stroke. It is now. I finished taking off my top. I liked the freedom that nakedness gives me, and my big breasts don't like prison and before long I began to groan. His hands went from my waist to my buttocks squeezing hard, making circular movements massaging my buttocks. He slowed down, now leaving only the tip tilted and then sliding the whole gland, entering with a noise of pressure widening my little lips. Marcelo was delirious to hear and look. I had already thought: He must be watching my butt, yes, just imagine this head in it!! And I started to provoke him, stomping every time he was at the door of my mealy bucket. I kept imagining his face, and he'd bite me all hard. But not today, of course. It's just a quickie and his cousin is in a hurry. I laughed. I was playing with myself, impossible to reject a big head like that on my ass. I love giving my ass, I've always given my ass, anal sex is like drinking water: necessary and vital! He understood, or I hoped so. I started packing my body again, in addition to increasing the speed made his dick stick to the base. His hands went up to my belly, by the ribs, came together on the huge breasts. He grabbed his chest on my back, now halfway back in a frantic rhythm. <unk> Aaahhh, that, as I like. So, so, so <unk> I repeated melting all. It was he who grasped firmly that I was already almost mocking; he continued to roll my breasts into a painfully delicious grip and whispered in my ear: Hot whore! I enjoyed moaning loudly. The ear is also an erogenous zone and extremely sensitive for me. There's nothing I like more than someone grabbing my chest and calling me a whore. The moaning got the boy excited. Penetration was getting faster and the grip on the breasts stronger. A second orgasm wouldn't take long, but I needed that fuck on my ass, I needed to be raved at the same cadence and speed. That's it, that's it, that's it, I couldn't take it and I laughed again. I pulled myself together, enjoying the trembling that only those who have a good time feel. I threw myself forward in a spasm and the feet of the chair tilted. With the fright I gave a sharp scream. Marcelo put his left foot on the accent of the chair as a counterweight, held my ponytail curling in his fist, pulled hard and gave a sigh, with my lips close to his ear ... I whispered with the greatest desire I had at that moment: Fuck my ass with that same will, I need it now! A warmth swept over his body, I felt his breath change and his hair stand on end, and as he relaxed to get ready for the "challenge", which he certainly imagined to be ahead of him given the breadth of the fearsome, he was surprised once again by me: Our Gabi, you... but I didn't expect that! In a mixture of surprise and admiration. Why, you've never seen a woman like that and ask for a blow job on her ass, looking back laughing in her eyes, and his glasses in one of my hands opening her butt, and the other forcing two fingers right up her ass. Marcellus took his position behind me, pulling my fingers out and then sucking. I took my fingers out of his mouth and shoved them back into that well-laced, hungry hole. I played in there a little longer, watching him clench a voracious fist and a thicker and thicker roll emerge. It came out too much at will, so I took my hand out and sucked my own fingers from the boner. He didn't wait any longer: he came closer and closer, putting that bottle of pet in the doorway, I shivered. I pushed more and he put it in a slow but steady motion, until his balls touched my swollen throat below, pulling a thread of honey and groaning. He felt like entering my ass completely, and wanting to swallow two dicks out of that one. He ate the hard, fast, pleasant feeling and very welcome, without a doubt. He just followed my right hand, and if I was strong enough to do something with it, I could already breathe freely, and if I was strong enough to do something with it, I could already breathe freely. I didn't realize it until after his right hand described a bow whistling in the air and descended splashing my tattooed ass right into my calves. The pop sounded as loud as or even louder than my scream, where I happily bit that cock with my ass. I love tapas! I screamed more out of excitement than out of fright, burying my nails in the chair. He could be my boyfriend's cousin but he has a very good instinct and timing!! Too good by the way, I was loving to be ravished with so much desire, almost like a raging animal, and I'd already lost count of the consecutive orgasms I'd had in such a short time. With each stroke I wet the chair more, which splashed from my bouquet. I wanted more, I wanted to end up in that cock, and nothing like being filled in the back door. I stretched out one of my hands, looking for my grill, in which only increased the squirt in my thighs. I bit my lower lip so much trying unsuccessfully to repress the nature of the situation. It was always scandalous, although men like them very much. Marcellus punched me as deep as he could, pulling me now by the hair. When he took the stick out, he gave me a well-burned slap on the ass. The more I shouted, the more he grabbed and the more he took the stick. I enjoyed again, but this time I didn't move and I was getting dicks without stopping, taking advantage of the fact that he still pumped the roller fast. He just touched my grill. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on to the inevitable. I stood upright, but still on my knees, I gave a last whimper when that stick, so stubborn, came out of my ass, leaving a huge anesthetized void, blinking with longing. I've got to have some fucking fun, don't you get tired of choking and laughing, wanting to bite my neck, he unhooked me, stared at my naked body: But it's really very tasty! Your ass is marked on the left side. My little bundle now, with a slight reddish tint matching perfectly with the color of my skin, was too much like a well-ripened peach, the kind you like to bite. <unk> But my ass I don't show to everyone. My neck yes! Said brave. <unk> Let's leave the other side the same then <unk> he suggested by suspending his hand. I'll only punch you mercilessly now, but let me know when you're going to make fun of me. If he thought I was going to shrink he was wrong ugly, I promptly pushed my butt and looked at Marcelo smiling, made him delirious with my butt blinking willingly. In fact, a few slaps would fall very well to reactivate the blood circulation. Faced with the challenge, he lowered his hand in a slap even stronger than the others, his hand even went back after the impact. I did not shout this time, I just sighed and continued to pinch his tail, I won three more slaps. Now he knew that in addition to being hot, I was naughty. I looked into his eyes and said: <unk> Fuck me now!! He punched deep, hard and willingly, seeing the damage his spread-out hands had done, and he kept shoving his thick cock as deep as he could into my open, gluttonous ass, and it came in easy, just as easy as my excitement and my desire. Oh, my God, how I love that feeling of being filled and fucked all over. I knew he was on the edge, but he insisted on throwing my ass against his body. You gonna make fun of my horse, you gonna make fun of that hot bitch? You almost Gabi, you want horse milk, do you? He felt his cock swell more, his movements more uncoordinated, almost in a trance. Give me that stick here, I want to suck that milk! I acrobatically disengaged my body, feeling my ass wide open and moist dripping with excitement, I knelt holding his balls and swallowing every inch of his cock. His balls hit my chin, I felt my head touching my throat. I wanted a lot of milk. I sucked a lot, with desire. I punched hard, looking into his eyes. He grabbed my hair, pulled it out of my mouth, but I kept my tongue out, waiting for every drop. I wanted the first jet inside, without awakening and so, between the screams and growls of an animal, Marcelo gushed with viscous slime on my tongue, cheeks, palate and lips. I pressed my mouth into my glossy mouth, puffed up in admiration, sucking the most of that delicious taste until I left it clean. He showed it to my eyes, I pulled my fingers all nourished, with my tongue stuck in the corner of my mouth and I swallowed a little bit of that man's mouth and said, naively: Sorry, I was thirsty! I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, paraded around with my little red bag and my legs soaked in my butternut juice running down my thighs, wiped myself clean, except for my mouth, where I made sure to keep the taste of that tasty cock longer, put on a very small cotton panties to soothe and air out my playground, and a loose-fitting sweatshirt without a bra, and went straight back into the room, and I heard a familiar voice calling to me, <unk> Honey, I got here earlier. Are you there? I thought Marcellus would come here to talk to me! My boyfriend had arrived. I froze right away, now I'm going to take a beating like that. As I approached him, I received such a tight and sweet embrace, his mouth kissing my neck and his hands running over my body. I took advantage and in a general scan of the situation, everything was clean and tidy and a rose on the fateful armchair. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I gave myself to his caresses, because my nipples reported the excitement. I felt his hard cock under my pants, he stared into my eyes and kissed me deeply: <unk> I love your mouth, were you missing me? Do I have to say yes, and we'll fuck like never before for the rest of the day? Kisses from G@bi!!!