I had an anal dream about a blonde.

Hello galera. I'm going to tell you about a bargain that's been rolling between me and a wonderful blonde, here in Rio de Janeiro. I live in Tijuca, I'm a student. She, too, must live in my neighborhood, but I don't know her, I don't even know her name. However, for almost thirty days in a row, we are always "meeting" each other when we board the subway together, in the morning, when I go to college. She must be about 30 years old. She is tall for Brazilian female standards, because she must be more than 1m70cm. I know that she is married, because she wears a huge ring on her left hand. Only once, I saw her with her husband, boarding the subway. An interesting detail is that this woman looks very much like that actress Paula Burqui. She is simply impressive without the physical resemblance between the two. That's why I put her pseudonym Paula. Paula must be an executive secretary, because she is always well dressed, in beautiful and elegant blouse suits and outfits. When I see her on the subway, I always notice that she gets off at the <unk>carioca<unk> station in the center of the city. She is very attractive and hot. What makes me crazy and excited about her is her big, hard, tight butt. I discovered the existence of this feminine wonder once, when a bad-faced comrade was kicking her ass. Exactly on this day that she was accompanied by her husband. The subway was still crowded. Paula's husband didn't even notice that his wife was letting herself be attacked by a stranger. I positioned myself very close to the three. What struck me was the fact that Paula didn't react to anything. Shit, her face was all up her ass. Honestly, her husband could have protected that cute ass by hugging his wife from behind. That gave me a crazy boner. I was a little envious of the bad guy. So the next day, I tried to be smart. Now who knows it might be my chance to <unk>challenge<unk> next to her. And she didn't give another. Around seven o'clock in the morning, Paula and I, besides other passengers, were going to enter the subway to obey our orders. She was wearing a very short, light and loose black miniskirt, leaving a beautiful pair of thighs on display. Completing her social outfit, a blouse of the same color and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Paula was beautiful, smelling and sexier than ever. With all possible caution, I was getting behind that piece of bad road. Soon, the subway was crammed with passengers. At every stop, Paula would get out of the street. Paula would throw my hard ass against that delicious car. I noticed that Paula had a stiff tail, trying to squeeze my face through the left side of her face. We were walking on the left side of her face. She was pushing me there with a light and loose, leaving a beautiful pair of thighs on display. She was completing her social outfit, a blouse of the same color and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Paula was beautiful, smelling, smelling, smelling and more than ever. A week later, I found her again on the subway. There was already a "competitor" "enjoying" Paula's appetizing ass. I mean, there was already another pervert shrinking the hot one. Once again, I was shocked, because I didn't understand why that married woman would let herself be shrunk by so many men. That day, I didn't have a chance or a chance to get close to her. Until less than ten days ago, I, who am so enthralled by this strange woman, had an erotic dream with her: <unk>It was a hot Saturday afternoon. My mother, who is a sweetie, asked me to take a chocolate cake, to a certain address in Tijuca, because it would be for the birthday of a five-year-old child. I left home around 3 pm. I was in disbelief when I rang the bell of a corner house, where I would deliver such a cake. There comes Paula, dressed in a very short and tight shorts. Logical that I lost my speech. She also became a bit awkward. Then, with very few words Paula received the cake, which would be to prevent her son, because I was waiting for a little while for her body to turn on the payment of the rent. She was alone in the apartment, I saw her on the door, I cried on the phone, I cried on the door, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried on the phone, I cried, I cried on the phone, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, cried, I cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, c, c, d I slapped her hard in the face. Paula was stuck in silent shock. She was already deducing what I might want. I told her that I was crazy to hit her. I had to give her more slaps because she was showing resistance. Then, crying, she said to me: "All right, young man. Please let me go. I'll do whatever you want". At the height of her despair, Paula confirmed that suspicion of mine that she thought that the day she was double-cocked, the comrade in the stiletto was my accomplice. Because Paula was talking to me to avoid being "cut", asking me if this guy was with me. Right there in the room, Paula took off her shirt and her shorts, putting on only a blue bikini. It was a wonderful sight that my eyes received every time. A real blonde donkey was that woman. I began to kiss her without stopping. Paula was already showing me to be another woman. Now, she not only allowed everything, but also took sexual initiatives. She said that we didn't have much time, because her husband would soon arrive from the street with her little girl. Then she became a fiery woman, because she willingly ripped mine from inside the bermuda. She said that she was missing a nice bag of seats. Her breathing was puffy and uncomfortable. That Paula was claiming that it was possible to be behind each other, because she felt pain in the vagina. To me, that sounded like an apology. That Paula was already sucking her tail. That Paula was already sucking her tail from behind me. Soon she confirmed to me that her husband couldn's anal finger by asking me to take sexual initiatives. She told me that we didn't have much time, because her husband would soon arrive from the street with her little girl. Then she turned into a fiery woman, because she willingly ripped me from inside the bermuda. I was crying for a good lunch. That Paula would be able to be behind me because she felt pain in her vagina. That Paula swelled every time. That Paula swallowed herself with an apology. We heard a car stop at her door. Paula claimed that it was her husband. In record time, I put on my bermuda. I ran out, shirt and sneakers in hand, to the side of the house. I jumped a wall in one go. I didn't take my mother's money, I didn't even ask that bitch's real name. Well, in the confusion, when I picked up my clothes on the floor, I brought her bikini with me. It's a good excuse for me to see her again, isn't it?!<unk> I woke up all sweaty.