The molasses flavor of Cristina.

When the movie was over, the lights in the room came on, my eyes were on fire, a bunch of people got up in a hurry to go to the bathroom, including Cristina. "I will be right back". I said, "Okay". She left her notebook and pen on the seat of her chair and hurried out. Soon the evening talk began. I looked at the time, it was past half past eleven, it was freezing cold, and my feet were frozen. It was going to be difficult to concentrate on the talk, and I figured we'd be up until the wee hours of the morning. The slurred speech only made the talk more tiring. Many of those who had left would return and join those who had stayed in the hall. I looked at her chair a couple of times, and it was just her belongings, and I was starting to yawn when the talk finally ended. It didn't take long, it was only one o'clock in the morning, and I helped set up the chairs, and I grabbed her notebook and her pen, anything that I would return the next morning. To my surprise, when I entered the room where the coffee and biscuits were served, I found Cristina enthusiastically chatting with two acquaintances, who I assumed had gone to sleep. "Thank you, Jonas, I was forgetting". She didn't even look at me, she just kept listening to the person talking to her. "What's the name of the actress again? The girl asked. "Meg, Meg Ryan. " You know what I mean? Someone answered. "I didn't know that movie". "Neither did I". "But the best scene is by far the bar scene". "But no woman enjoys it that way!" "If I have to!" The three of them laughed, didn't even know I was around. "It's really good the speech after that scene". "What does it say?" "Uh! So you didn't see, Cris? The waiter asks a lady what she's going to choose and the woman replies: the same as the girl". "No, you didn't have that!" "Of course you did, Cris!" "You should be laughing at that other scene. Sally! They laughed, covering their mouths and covering themselves in the cold. "What about this boyfriend?" "Harry, what are you doing?" "Can you imagine a man going to bed with a girl and running away the next day?" "And you think it does not happen, Solange?" "Man is no good". Cristina looked me in the eye, like me, she remembered the night at the hotel in Caetés, she laughed, tucking her hair on her shoulder, listening to her friends argue about the film. "I liked it, especially the final scene, more than ten years before they end up together". I love a happy ending. "Who doesn't like it?" I decided to step aside, took a glass of warm milk, burned my tongue, wet my blouse and almost ran out of cheese bread. We ended up not talking. Even so, I went to sleep satisfied, we finally touched on the subject of that letter. I kept thinking about what she had said, what I had said to her ear. Did she like it? Was I abused? It made me want to masturbate, but Octavio's snoring, my tongue bothering me I ended up sleeping without 'honoring' Cristina. ♪ ♪ I was wiping my face after brushing my teeth when I heard the phone ring again. "Hello, how are you?" He comes out of the bathroom drying his hands, Octavio impatiently put the phone on the hook. "Who is it?" "I don't know, nobody answers. Ah! I'm going. I'll meet you in the hall". I'll be out in a little while. "Hello, how are you?" He walked past me and left the room, and I closed the door, and the phone rang again, and I sat on the bed, and I pulled the phone. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, Jonas, how are you?" It was her. "Good day to you!" "Good morning, it was you I wanted to talk to". "With me?" "I'm not in the mood to go to the salon today, my night was... forget it, I wanted company, someone who knew how to drive in this town". "Well, I don't know Wells of Caldas, but are you in a car?" "I've come. Happy Landing here is a leap. My problem is that I'm tired of city traffic. It was a cost to find the hotel. And today, I wanted to do some shopping, space. Topaz?" It was more than a request, it was a plea. "Well, the whole day?" "I don't know. I don't know what's in town. I want to do some shopping. Then have lunch and then we'll come back". "It's all right. "Fine. I'll meet you in front of the hotel. I'll get my car. It's a black Hilux. Ah! "Shut the fuck up!" "I want to go to the spa". "Spa, like the spa". I hung up without believing what had just happened. I couldn't think much. I changed my clothes, tied my sneakers and almost left without my documents and my credit card. It could only be me! At least my pants I had already separated in a bag. I've never driven a Hilux, so I thought it was kind of strange at first, and it wasn't that hard to get to the city center, but it was hard to find a place to park the car. "What now?" "Let's go around, if I find something interesting I'll buy it, we need to know where the spas are". "It must be this way. There was a sign pointing that way". Better yet, are we going? We got out of the car, and she put on a hat, and she showed me her hand, and I held it, and Cris had a pair of sunglasses, and she had a sweet smile on her face. His hand was soft, my hand was soft, and I was worried it wasn't time to get an erection. "I'm glad you came, Jonas. I didn't want to come alone". "What happened? Is there a problem?" "Nothing, I just wanted to walk, talk, distract myself". We left in a daze, going in and out of the shops, she was buying souvenirs for her sisters and friends until we stumbled upon the Thermas building. "Is this it?" "What time is it?" Almost eleven. "All this! I thought it was earlier". She took off her glasses and walked towards the building, an old mansion, perhaps from the beginning of the last century. "Let's go, my boy!" And we walked in, and it was a beautiful place, and there were these colored windows, and the sunlight was really highlighting them, and there were these black and white geometric designs on the floor, and there was a spiral staircase in the middle, and there was an information desk in the back, and they told us what we needed, and we paid, and we went in. A whole hour of different baths: in sulphurous, bubbling, heavy, hot water. It was not only relaxing, it all made me very sleepy. But it was delicious. I slammed the car door and put the key in the ignition. "What now?" "I'm so tired of you". "Also, I don't think I can make it to lunch". Neither do I. I need to sleep first". "Back to the hotel?" "How about a motel?" She laughed at my fright. "I don't know any. I don't live here". She handed me a flyer, and besides the sights, there was an ad for two or two or three motels. "I got the hotel. Let's split it with you". "What the hell, Cris, I'll pay for it". "No, we split up, but it's not worth running away like Harry". "But you're going to pretend like Sally?" Cris gave me a good laugh, I called Hilux, my dick came to life, she laughed and bit the kiss. "If it's good for your ego, I'll fake it for you". ♪ ♪ It wasn't that hard to find the motel, the map on the insert showed the way, except the sign was huge. No, we don't have sex as soon as we get to the motel. "Oh, I'm starving, see what's on the menu?" We ordered two French fries sandwiches and then I checked the room, the usual one: mirror, hydro for a couple, the bed wasn't even round, but it was wide enough. "Oh, turn that off, I think it's so ugly, girls showing everything, it doesn't give you the slightest erection, see if you can find some romantic music, I like that". We were already eating when I found the style of music she wanted. "Now, yeah, I like those". We were sitting on the bed, no shoes and no pants, I had no shirt, just a black box, she had white panties, nothing sexy, although it made Cristina's hips fuller, she managed to take off her bra without having to take off her linen blouse, a juggling act I didn't know. It was almost like we were husband and wife, and in fact, I hadn't even fucked Cris yet, until I made fun of her in her mouth on a rainy night almost three years ago. "Hmmm! I killed what was killing me". Still speaking she stretched herself across the bed, her arms spread over her head as well as her legs forming a 'V'. It was admirable, those fleshy thighs, her toenails painted a light purple, the volume of her hair lifting her panties slightly, her lips biting the silky tissue. And she was showing off her bellybutton because of her wrinkled linen blouse, and I noticed between the buttons of her blouse the design of her juicy breasts. A magnificent landscape were it not for the weariness. "Wow! I'm going to sleep. Ha ha ha! You're never lucky, are you, boy? But what can I do? After that hot bath, full belly. Hmm! Nothing like taking a nap. Ummmm! She turned her back on the pillow, and I admired her bulky ass trapped in those panties, the curvature of her hips, the hidden marks of her vagina, her anus. "Go to sleep, Jonah, and stop drying me out". "What is beautiful is to be admired". "I know, you suck, all of you, all you want to do is eat me, then say goodbye and leave". "The one who ran away that day was you". She laughed, hiding her face in the pillow and crossing one leg over the other. "You will never forget, will you? See you. I lay down, her feet in front of me, admired her legs until I reached the panties covering the ass of a mature woman. Was she good at the transa? Wouldn't she have her shame? In my dream, there lived a bitch, crazy to climb like a crazy one. I've never actually met one like that. My dick started to grow, I rubbed myself on the mattress. God, when am I going to eat this woman? My eyelids got heavy, I felt the weight of a ton on my body. I struggled to stay awake, to imagine Cris sitting on my waist, riding me anxiously. I deleted it. A deep sleep came, a recurring dream with her showing her breasts, doing everything I wanted most and calling me love. Not how long it all lasted, I woke up to the sound of romantic music, it took me a while to realize that I was the only one in bed, it took me a while to sit there all wrinkled and bald and yawning. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you awake?" She spoke as she walked towards me from the bathroom combing her hair. "What time is it?" "Almost three". "Is that all?" She laughed at my fright, passed her hand to me caffoneing. I embraced her waist, still trying to stay awake. The scent of roses invaded my nose, the texture of the bathrobe scratching my face. "Are you sleepy, my son?" "Your mother, dead in her sleep". "All right, go to sleep. Nobody wants to play?" "Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Without asking permission, I put one hand through the opening of my robe, feeling the softness of my thigh, with the other I felt the volume of my hips under the white robe. The curious hand went up from his thigh to his hip, no sign of his underwear. "What are you looking for?" I can't hug you?" "What about that hand on my ass?" She asked, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back until our eyes met. "Which hand?" She laughed, biting her lips. "Cynical", he said. I hugged his waist with both hands, smoothed his hips, scratched his soft skin. Do you want to hurt me?" She spoke with her chin on my head, her hands around my neck and shoulders. I loosened the laces that held the robe. She opened herself, opening herself, revealing herself. The smell of water, of bathing, of the female entering the heat, the protrusion of a belly, her navel in a small hidden well, the dark coat, a well-treated carpet, the rolled-up thighs, the soft scent of the vagina mixing with the scent of roses. I gave her a tongue-kiss on the navel, Cristina moved her waist, squeezing me against her body, tickling and shivering. I was like, "Aaahh!" The warmth of her vagina warmed my face, and I came down, biting and licking her soft skin, her moist combs touching my lips. "Jonas, whoa!" Cris grabbed my hair tightly, her foot went up to the edge of the bed. She was exposed to the obscene touches. I explored my friend's vagina. I felt the wet hairs on the top of her firm forehead, her shaved lips hiding the frost, the wet grotto of the mature woman. I opened my lips, and the hail came up swollen and red, as I carefully moved my fingers as I unfurled my fleshy lips, a strong female scent was rising, a stifling heat coming from the cave. I was like, "Mmm, boy!" With her eyes closed, she was even more adorable, and Cris felt a shiver, her toes sticking together on the edge of the bed. I was like, "Uuuuhh!" I stuck my fingers into her lips, the opening of her cave, tighter than I expected, wet and warm, a warm breath coming from her womb. "It is I, Jonas!" She twitched, clutching at my hair, got worse when I bit her combs and licked the frost, her warm juice trickled down her lips, moistened her thighs and splashed on the floor. "Honey, what are you doing?" I laid the girl on the soft bed, Cris spread herself anxiously, tense as if an electric shock had swept over her body, she spread her legs and bent her knees, she offered herself entirely to my indecent ways. The clogged vagina, the fleshy lips, Cris was a stunning landscape, she opened her mouth, and the taste of a juicy fruit mingled with her saliva, a sweet taste of a woman bursting with desire. I worked her grill as best I could, a shiny ruby and a feminine cherry flavor, Cristina had her hands clutched in my hair, her breasts high, topped by two hard buds of so much excitement. A work of art in the form of a woman, the succulent fruit filling my mouth with its warm, tasty juice, an indecent kiss on the cheek of my best friend, my tasty Cris. She moaned and cried and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled and trembled. "More, more, like that, like that! Getting more and more intense, he started moving his waist, rubbing his vagina against my face like it was a ladder. I stuck my fingers back in that mead cave, all of them, and with my tongue, I dedicated myself to Cris's clitoris, her cherry-flavored ruby, a tongue kiss, twisting and licking, just with the tip of my tongue. "Come, Jonah, come with me, my boy". She grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up towards her breasts, I sucked out the two sticks of soft flesh, the hard beaks scratching my face, until I found myself in her mouth with a crazy tongue. The twisted kiss of two loose tongues, in and out of our mouths. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" My dick found me, pierced the tender flesh of that incredible woman, an incredible piece of flesh, moist and sweaty, ready to be abused. Cris' staring eyes only made me more horny, the movements began slowly, the throbbing trunk opened up, pushing away the succulent flesh from her womb, a furnace She looked like a virgin being deflowered. "Jo, Jonas, please, please, more, more!" It's nice to see the woman with the full-blown hard-on, Cris with the red cheeks, the wet hair, looking tired, and yet her waist wouldn't stop, starving, swallowing my cock whole, trapped in its bottom. Gradually I got down on my knees, took control, lifted Cristina's legs, her thick thighs folded at the knees, spread her legs and limb... "Ooooh, oh, Cris" is what it's called. "Come, my darling, come with me". "This is so good!" "Oh, honey, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you". The thumps were getting intense, the molasses stick sinking into the hot vulva, tearing at Cris' soft flesh, the hot molasses burning the skin of my penis. She biting on the side of the kiss, the fucking noises, and she masturbating in front of me while I'm fucking her, a woman full of hard-on. I was like, "Aaaaah!" Short orgasm, eye-to-eye, Cris showing herself without any shame, teasing just to provoke me. "Mmmmm, Jonas, my love, come, come, come, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love". She's crazy showing me her shiny ruby between her fingers, red and pointy, hard of pure desire. Even better was the kiss we exchanged, one swallowing the other, becoming one body, one being, even if only for a moment, finally together. "Cris, Cris, what are you doing?" "Shut up and calm down, baby". I sprinkled myself all over his sweaty body, both of us covered in sweetheart's embrace. "I love it when it's like this, when it ends like this". She laughed talking, kissing the tip of my nose. "Delicious boy, just what I needed!" "And I've been waiting for almost three years!" "Have you spent all this time thinking about me?" "What about you, did you pass?" Cristina's eyes were sparkling, she looked in love. "What now, girl?" "Now, I don't know, would you rather leave or would you rather"... "Eat you?" "That's no way to talk to an honest woman". "Yeah, of course not". "Hahaha! But who said I'm an honest woman? With you I don't want to be, not today".