What is the Bible's view of divorce?

The first shake shake Emerson realized that I was committed, that I could propose anything, that I would accept. - Are you enjoying sucking my dick? I answered without taking my stick out of my mouth. - and my finger on your ass, are you enjoying it? I looked at him, shoving my ass back, and I said, - Very good . And I sucked his dick again . - Paulo... can I teach you something else? I looked at him curiously, and I didn't answer, I just waited for him to talk. - It's better than what we did. I've already spoken like an asshole, dead of a boner. I'm gonna put something better than my finger up your ass. - is it better? - much better. - What do you want to put on? - my stick. I stopped sucking, and I looked at him. - Don't you want to feel my dick up your ass? - I do, but I want my dick in your ass, too. But I'll go first, then I'll teach you - That's good. - Get him up. I got up from the couch, we stood up, and he told me to face the wall, like I was going to be searched. He pulled my Bermuda shorts down, he pulled my legs apart, he pulled my hips back, he made my butt lean a little bit and open a little bit. - that, like this. I felt his fingers licking my ass, my heart racing. He opened my buttocks with his hands, and I felt, for the first and unforgettable time, the warmth of the head of a stick leaning against my ass. He positioned the stick against my ass, forced a little bit, until he felt that my head was starting to go in, then he let go of my buttocks, held the stick with one hand, held my waist with the other, and was forcing. I felt the stick start to come in. - There . - Relax, I'll take it slow, it won't hurt. Emerson pulled out his stick, and I looked back and saw him spitting in his hand, licking his head and the rest of his stick. - push it and open it for me. I obeyed, and he put his stick up my asshole again, forcing it again, but with the stick now more limp, moist, lubricated. I felt myself sliding a little further in, until I felt a nice little pain, and I instinctively went forward, but he held me and said: - Now your head's in, now you'll be fine. He said that and started pushing his dick in, feeling the penetration opening up for me, his dick wasn't thick, it was thin, but I was a virgin and it was tight. - Push your ass back , Paulo . I asked pushing. And he's been kicking his stick forward. I felt his body leaning against my ass, and he'd shoved his whole dick up my ass, and to feel the warmth of his body in mine and his dick buried in my ass was just too good. At that moment he let go of my waist, and he grabbed my stick, getting closer to me. He started sticking the stick up to the heel, pulling it out almost, and sticking it in again. - Are you enjoying it? I answered, gasping for air. - That's the rule: whoever eats the ass, punches the other's dick. - It 's good that way . - I knew you'd like it. He was blasting, poking, and I felt his dick come out of my ass a few times. He would then let go of my stick, put his stick back in place, and shove it up my ass. By the time I felt like I was coming out in one piece, I'd open up my ass, leaning back. - She likes to kick ass , Paulo . - other - That's some ass! He said that, and I felt something warm trickle down the inside of my thigh, it was his mockery trickling down, he was mocking my ass. He pulled out his stick, punched a little, and I felt a little warm gush on my ass. We were sweating, gasping for air, smelling that fuck and ass smell in the living room of my house. - I 'm going to clean up . I went to the bathroom, and I wiped my thigh, my butt, with toilet paper, and when I went through the middle of my butt, I felt a little burning, and I looked at the paper, and there was a little bit of dirt from my ass and a little bit of blood. But it didn't matter, it was good. And now it was my turn. Emerson went into the bathroom, cleaned himself up and went back to the room. - you gonna want some too? - Yes , it is . - but your dick is bigger than mine, so I don't know if it's gonna fit. - Yes , it will . - Okay, I'll let you try, but take it slow. - That 's good . It was Emerson's turn to put down his bermuda, put his hands up against the wall, and stick his ass up. I opened his ass and I smelled a little bit of ass. - You've never seen a pig before, Paul? - No, it's not that. - You want to taste it? - What's that? - Go, smell it and give it a little lick, so your dick goes in better - That is disgusting, Emerson. - It's not disgusting, go Since everything he had taught me that day had been good, I obeyed once again. I crouched behind him. I opened his ass and saw one of the most beautiful buns I've ever seen until today. It was pink, it was closed, with the foreskin intact. I brought my face close to his ass, and I felt the smell. When I realized, I was passing my tongue on his ass, licking his folds with saliva. He rolled and opened his ass. I could feel on the tip of my tongue the warmth of the innermost part of the kitchen. - Hey Paul... go... put your stick down I got up, I put my bermuda down, my dick was exploding hard, all ragged. I put the head of my dick in the middle of his ass, and I felt the warmth of a pussy on my dick for the first time, everything for the first time that afternoon. I started pushing, with a little anxiety. - Slow down Paul, yours is big. - It 's all right . I went slowly, but I couldn't get in. Emerson then turned to face me, and spoke - Let me help. Then he crouched down in front of me, opened his mouth and sucked my cock, which was already starting to release more and more heat into his mouth. He left my stick well-lubricated, and spit a little of what he had in his mouth in his own hand, and passed it in the middle of his ass, leaving everything well-lubricated. - He 's going in now . He said that and turned back to the wall, leaving his body a little more slanted, his legs a little more open, and his butt a little bit steeper. I took my stick, barking, with the veins showing, and I put the tip of his head on his ass. This time it went in. Seeing the head of my dick go into his pink asshole, feeling the pressure of his folds on my dick was such a big boner, that I'd barely put my whole head in, and pumped a few times, still couldn't get it in whole, and I felt a warmth rising, my legs were getting bumpy, and suddenly I felt something hot running down the bottom of my dick and coming out. I was having fun for the first time, and it was inside Emerson's kitchen. He felt like I was making fun of him, and he pushed his ass back and forth until a lot of shit started pouring down his thigh. I took my dick, all dirty, out of Emerson's asshole, all shredded. - We better clean up, he said. We went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves for the third time that afternoon. We'll go back to the couch and watch TV in silence. Until this time I broke the silence: - Emerson, please. - Hi . - How are you ? - I want to do this more often. - Me, too. And we would do it many other times, which I'll report here. I hope you enjoyed it. For illustrative purposes only