The Man of the Beach House

After the big renovation in our beach house, where I participated in an enormous orgy that I did not even imagine ever experiencing, my mother again asked to come back for a few days, because for a while no one attended. As I was on vacation, I went to rest for a few days and some documents needed to be updated for the regularization of the work, in addition to the payment of Mr. Sergio, the landlord. I confess that on the way I could not help but remember the time of the work, his Roberto and his assistants, even knowing that they would no longer be there. I was driving listening to Marisa Monte, and my soaked socks ... I shook my head and decided to concentrate on the road. 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 most of the time, tattooed with very large breasts, a steep and hot butt and I love sex in all its fullness, without shame or restrictions, where imagination and creativity are the north. I arrived late in the afternoon, I went to the market and bought some things that were missing. At home, everything was a toy. Perfectly clean, smelly, well-kept and flowered gardens, clear swimming pool and a well-arranged table. Mr. Sergio was very careful, his wife cleaned super well and I would have no work at that time ... except to eat and drink something in a sourpuss and think about the slippery sock that ended up pleasing me, touching me and enjoying myself and sleeping, how I learned everything !!! I woke up very early, very early, at about six o'clock, to the sound of the pool pump. I saw the landlord removing some leaves that had fallen from the trees onto the water. I opened the window, leaned against the parapet, greeted Mr. Sergio with a good day and thanked him for cleaning the house. He kindly answered me with a smile of someone who had woken up someone who had forgotten that he was coming, and stopped making noise. Already awake, I went to take a long bath in the bathtub. There was nothing to do, I put on my bikini and covered myself with a micro short jeans and went downstairs for coffee, which smelled from below. When I heard the sound of the cleaning pump again, I decided to sunbathe by the pool and papage with Mr. Sergio. Silent and listening to music, Mr. Sergio was a very shy crown, but of an enviable athletic stature. He was cleaning the pool of the house and was having some ice cream, which I had brought for him. I lay on a sunbed wearing a small bikini watching him work. What a stubborn crown. I did this at least once a week. Sometimes more. Sometimes not. And I noticed more in that man, perhaps a reflection of the sinful thoughts of the previous day, but that my bouquet insisted on emerging its moisture. He in thongs and sneakers, strange costume for someone who is not from Rio, but it is customary. A volume aroused my attention. I thought that your Sergio's pirouette marked that bouquet too much. Man ... I could not be wrong! That enclosed in that pumpkin-colored bouquet was a monster penis. Very rare! And I was lying ... licking ... eating rock ... smiles and silly conversations. Sometimes, feeling a little stubbornness that left my bouquet smelling good and lubricated. I went up to my room to squirm from crying in a huge rubber cock that I have. Sometimes I thought about Mr. Sergio... about other men... about Mr. Roberto... about other men... about Mr. Sergio, again. But then I turned my attention back to my little erotic movies. Anyway... today was hot. I wanted that stick for myself! I drank water and then a few doses of tequila to plan what to do. I wasn't wrong: it was just to invite him for a beer before lunch... offer some very strong appetizers... take courage... and... avoid seeing his stick. I don't know! Hahaha! I was crazy! I fucked up and decided I was going to ask him out for a beer and go to lunch. If there wasn't a reasonable gap to roll anything, not even through the alcohol...I wasn't going to roll anything. Okay. In the end it was a matter of courage. I came down really hot! With my shortest, tightest shorts and a lighter blouse and a loose top. Sandals and blond hair, loose, tattoos on display. I called the man and he came. I said I was going to have lunch with me and I was going to have a beer or three before, in a kiosk near the beach. Just before he was going to take a shower and just change his clothes. I pressed the button when I had the following idea: He's going to change in the bathroom at the back of the room and I'm going to break in exactly when I'm going to have the right timing to pick him up. With my mind racing I had already discarded the first plan, which had no proof of effectiveness for something much more imminent and practical! I was tall and curly...I had to seize this opportunity. I went on with determination and accompanied him through the door of the little room. I ran to listen. He didn't lock the door...as he normally should have always done. After all, it was a common place to store trinkets. I heard the sound of cabinets opening and decided that he should be taking out the clothes now. I could give him half a minute and go in. But I didn't have the courage. I had an internal fight between "will" or "won't", he'll think it's shit, and when I realized it, I'd already heard the shower on. I thought I'd give up and just go to lunch without any intentions. But then I relaxed. And after a while, I heard the shower turn off and I was already going in. I locked the door. And I walked to the room where I saw him coming out of the rain with that loose jacket hanging, accompanied by two more shiny bags. The little choir kept the area ready! I felt a beautiful sackcloth! I felt like a crazy man coming out of the shower! What a tease!!! It seemed that the smell of manhood that huge penis exuded filled the entire room! His Sergio had already figured it all out. He was a busty, tattooed blonde with a greedy ass wanting to give and a nice crown with a huge firecracker. He only said that I was to suck his dick because he had come in to do just that. I knelt and faced his Sergio's roll. It exuded a smell that filled my honeycomb. Shit. I grabbed Mr. Sergio's balls and lifted all that meat. On my hand they weighed: two balls and a sausage. And I swore I had about 800 grams of man there. I touched the head of that flabby piece of meat with my tongue and I felt my taste buds reacting to that strong, pungent taste. Salty and delicious. He hadn't eaten the sausage, but I certainly liked it! I started to suckle by squeezing out the still-soft head, and then I would stretch Mr. Sergio's dick backwards, amazed at how far that piece had grown. I would repeat the motions moaning and drooling over that entire gland as the roll slowly grew larger. When I went to check, the head was perfectly straight in my mouth! And after the head, the neck of the roll thickened until it was as wide as a can of coke! And it stayed thick all the way down to the base. There's no way to suck a roll that straight. Unless I put into practice my Heather's deep throat exercises, rsss. And so I did my best to let it all drool! After half an hour of deep throat, that roll felt like it was glowing. Right in my mouth, it was trying to swallow more and more. And the saliva was coming out of his head! And the head of the roll was thickening until it was as wide as a can of coke! And it was still thickening down to the base. There's no way to suck a roll that right. Unless I put into practice my Heather's deep throat exercises, rsss. His Sergio was vibrating! It seemed that he was holding himself for a long time and was concentrating hard so that his dick wouldn't start spitting shit in my throat. His dick was pulsing uncontrollably when he announced the reading! Ah! Mr. Sergio is having fun! I prepared myself for a fucking bath and that's what I won. His Sergio held my curly hair in his hand. With the other hand he punched the whole fucking mouthful. He punched and the pulses that the roller gave began to have a certain control and with each pulse, a punch of fucking came to my face. What a strong and delicious fucking smell! Hummm!!! After about nine jets of sperm, I felt like I was fucking washed, and I could feel the milk from Mr. Sergio's dick warm on my face and in my mouth, and it was flowing down my throat, and I swallowed every milliliter. He was so cute, he gave so much milk, and he left without a peep, just a few hushed screams, he must have been afraid someone would hear. Bjs from Gabi!!