My neighbor...

Hi. My previous story (How I Ruined My Girlfriend, #16941) yielded delicious e-mails, so I decided to share another adventure with you. I'm 20 years old and I live in a small and nice building in Rio. A few apartments spread over only three floors, so everyone knows each other. I grew up here, I've lived in the building for more than 10 years and I've seen a lot of people come and go, a lot of girls. But none like her. Marisa (fictitious name) was a beautiful girl, about two years younger than me. She had long curly brown hair that framed a beautiful face, with green eyes and a wonderful smile. She also had a beautifully shaped body, with breasts full of - I was sure - beaks, beautifully round. Besides a pair of legs, long and firm. She was pink and a little taller than me. At the time I was 17 years old, I had just begun to have sex with a girlfriend and she took me out of the room. She walked around like a woman, a couple of years younger than me. She had long, curly brown hair that framed a beautiful face, with green eyes and a wonderful smile. She also had a beautifully formed body, with - I was sure - full of beaks, long and firm. Well, we became friends, Marisa and I. We went to the beach together after school, because we studied in the morning and came home at about the same time. At that time, my brother was still studying in the morning, and I had the whole house to myself in the afternoon. One of those days on the beach, we were both talking when he started painting a climate. We were talking about relationships, she complained about a boy at school who had a crush on her, but who had a girlfriend. Without thinking about it, I replied that I would change any girlfriend for her. She looked at me and then she looked at me with a very sad smile on her lips and, leaning her face towards mine, said, "Me too?" We kissed. It wasn't two seconds of that wonderful kiss, my remorse that I was screwing my girlfriend. I was dying to catch that girl, and I was doing it. We stayed on the beach until the evening, kissing and enjoying the moment. Arriving at the building, we tried to keep up appearances as we crossed paths with my father, who was coming home from work. I went to sleep thinking about it, determined to continue being a villain the next day. When it was time to go to school, the surprise: we always waited for the bus together, hers usually arrived just before mine, we talked as if nothing had happened, until hers arrived, and she said goodbye with a handshake and a "see you later". Again, the same silly smile. The hours went on, but finally they passed. I had just finished lunch, when she rang the bell. I was in a bikini, thick thighs burned by the sun, big breasts ripped, sensational. She came in, saying that she didn't know if she was going to let us go to the beach, because it was windy. She came in, saying that she didn't know if she was going to let us go to the beach, because it was windy. So I suggested that we wait there for a while, and she accepted. So we sat on my bed, I was still in jeans and a shirt, and she had that provocative kiss. I didn't take my eyes off of her, and she knew. She asked me how the date was going, I said, "And yesterday, will she know?" She asked. I said, "No". "And today, again, the right smile. I grabbed them at the right time, kissing her in a pure, wild way, and whispering in the bed. We were kissing passionately, turning our friendships into kisses. She had her breasts turned over her mouth, and she accepted. So we sat down on my bed, and she had that provocative kissing kiss on her lips. She kept her eyes on me, and she was crying, and I started to play with her teasing me, and whispering, "How is it's fine, but I don't want to do anything". Saying that he pulled me up and climbed on me, fitting me in the middle of his thighs. He said that he loved to think of me while masturbating, and he stuck his hand inside his beak. Marisa then began to touch herself, rubbing her little mouthpiece faster and faster. It drove me crazy to see that cat writhing with pleasure there on top of me. That's when she started to have strong spasms, enjoying herself uncontrollably. As soon as she finished, fainting, I laid her on her stomach on the bed, and I started to kiss her again, stroking her pussy with the beak still on top. She raised her hips a little bit, climbing her little butt - which was also a delight. I pushed the beak a little bit. I started to kiss her neck, she started to love it again. She was still rubbing her little mouthpiece, she was rubbing her little mouthpiece, she was rubbing her little mouth all over me. That's when she started to have strong spasms, enjoying herself uncontrollably. As soon as she finished, fainting, I laid her on her back on the bed, and began to kiss her again, stroking her pussy still with the beak on top. She raised her little butt a little bit, and I began to whimper, and kiss her, then she began to whisper, and to rub her little lips, and then I started to kiss her pussy again, and kiss her pussy again. I let her recover to start playing again, but she didn't want to. Taking the initiative, she took off my pants and lowered my underwear, already holding my stick in one hand. She started to go back and forth, at first in a somewhat awkward way, but then she got the hang of it. She was hitting a hot handkerchief, looking deep into my eyes. I laid on the bed, and she kissed my mouth horribly before coming down and putting her lips on my cock. She kissed my cock hard and started pushing it into the hot and wet boquin, putting as much as possible inside. She sucked with pleasure, making me dribble with passion. I was going to laugh when she took it out of my mouth, and she started licking it at the base of my head, with quick movements. Then I warned her that I was going to spit it back. I punched the jet quickly, and they spit in her face, and it was funny what she had done. So we decided to take a shower, and we both knew that there was a lot more to come. After we had washed, we started playing again. That's when she asked me if I had a condom. Without even bothering to dry myself, I ran out of the room, wet the floor. I came back with the condom to find her masturbating. She said she was just warming up for me. I knelt down, and I was licking her cricket while she was massaging it. She stopped immediately, and she asked me to put the condom on. I stood behind her, and got drunk, hard and ready for work. She leaned down a little bit, grabbing my little girl, the rose petal she liked to put on. I put her head in the door and loved it. I didn't bother drying it. I turned around a little bit, kissing her head while she was masturbating. I said she was just warming up for me. I knelt down, and I was licking her cricket while she was massaging it. She stopped right there, and asked me to put the condom on. I cried a little bit, and whimpered, and whispered, and whispered, and complained that it was going to the bottom of my new condom, but it was going to the top of my head, and it was going to the top of my head, and it was going to go, and it was going, and it was really nice, and it, and it was, and it was a lot of it. And then we'd shower together again, and we'd make out until nightfall, when my dad would come home from work and my brother would come home from school, and we'd keep pretending like nothing was going on, me and my girlfriend and her with her rolls, but we'd eat whenever we could. I'm 20 years old, I live in Rio and I like casual sex and no commitments. I don't have a girlfriend and I'm not married, and I answer all the emails I get on [email protected] I'm always looking for women who are willing to have sex just because it's good, without distinction of age or experience. Write to me.