The present (consumption)

Minutes later, I was parked in front of Denise's house, which was actually a co-op, where there were three houses flanked by a long, narrow corridor, and according to her indication, hers was the last one at the end of that corridor. I got out of the car and after locking the doors, walked to the low-profile iron gate that was unlocked. I entered and walked down the corridor, taking care not to be noticed, although there was no recommendation made by my partner. At the end of the corridor was a small courtyard, the floor of which was paved with red tiles, and behind it the small residence that occupied the entire width of the plot. I stopped in front of the main door, which was of cast iron on a matte grid covered with opaque glass. I touched the handle and realized that it was open! I walked in and closed the door behind me. I was in the living room, which was simple and cozy, but very cozy. However, there was no time for further observations, as Denise appeared on the kitchen doorstep. She was naked, displaying her delicious breasts and her hairless cheekbones. My cock immediately stood erect! I almost ripped off my shirt and bermuda, showing her my very hard cock. I ran up to her, and got down on my knees, looking for her clitoris; "Let's finish what we started in the car!" I told her, as my tongue licked her cheek. Denise arched her body forward in order to facilitate my sucks, to which I devoted myself diligently, while my hands massaged her hard nipples. Denise was quick to make fun of me in my mouth, and I sipped her liquid listening to her moans and sighs. I stood up and let the glans rub that smooth, warm little squeak; Denise rubbed herself on me, and her mouth met mine in a sequence of deep kisses. Without warning, I made her stand with her back to me, pushing her body against the door handle and lowering my hand to her buttocks. I demanded, very excited, that I want to fuck this little girl! Denise obeyed at once, and I wasted no time, tucking my roll into those tasty meats, until I found the meaty little hole where my dick slipped into it, and I started punching that little mouthful while my hands groped her breasts. "Fuck me, you son of a bitch", she'd babble, "fuck my little face that's so needy". I hit hard, and then Denise mocked ... once ... twice ... three times! And it went on in a succession of moans, sighs and gasping breaths. I was loving fucking that hot, hot woman, and I didn't feel the urge to end it so quickly. I kept poking that mouth that looked more like a hot, flowing pond. We fucked for almost an hour, with increasingly frantic and intense back-and-forth movements. "Oh, what a man!" she exclaimed in a gasping voice. "Will you not mock me, will you not fill me with your milk?" - Now I'm the one who wants a present. - I answered with a certain effort of breathing. "What do you want, you bastard?" she asked, in a naughty tone of voice. - I want to eat your ass, my gift! <unk> I answered <unk> That's my gift! -What! <unk> exclaimed stunned Denise <unk> You want to screw me? I answered without hesitation. -But, you need to be affectionate <unk> she replied cunningly <unk> I never gave the ass ..., not even to my husband! Don't worry, I'll be very nice to you, I promise. Without waiting for a response from her, I pulled the roll out of my sketchbook and knelt down, holding my buttocks in my hands and pushing them far enough apart to reveal the untouched little seal; I began licking Denise's ass until I could stick my tongue in and simulate a little penetration. The woman was on the verge of madness, moaning and trembling. I ran to the kitchen, and in the refrigerator, I got a jar of margarine. I went back and licked her ass and my whole stick, leaving everything properly oiled. Then I asked her to hold her buttocks, pulling them apart. Denise obeyed by giving a little twirl as I separated them. I held her by the waist and pointed the roller, moving slowly forward. When the glans tore through the initial resistance, Denise let out a little scream, which immediately stopped me from advancing. "Go on, asshole! Kick that hot roll!" she said with some difficulty; I obeyed by resuming the penetration. Every inch I advanced, I realized that Denise was feeling more pain than pleasure, but still, she bravely resisted. I walked on until I felt my balls brush against her soft skin, and then I made short, deep strokes, causing Denise to groan and roll over, complaining that the pain had been replaced by pleasure. While holding her by the waist with one hand, I reached down with the other to her very wet little cricket and caressed it tenderly. Denise teased me a few more times, always with long, sighing moans, and I kept making my movements longer and faster, feeling the sex grow inside of me, but after so much effort, I realized that the inevitable was about to happen. - Oh, fuck! <unk> I stuttered with difficulty <unk> I don't think I can take it anymore ..., I'm going to joke ..., I'm going to fuck you up! - That's it, enjoy it, horny! <unk> asked Denise, almost in supplication <unk> I'm full of hot fucking that I want so much! The fun came with such fury, that I ejaculated like a wild animal, with intense jets, screaming, moaning and sticking the roller deep into Denise's ass. It was so fucked, it even leaked, wetting my partner's legs that, nevertheless, delighted in the spectacle of the abundance of semen. My legs were shaking and threatening to drool, and I leaned my body on Denise's body, since we'd been doing all that standing around, leaning on the door handle, and Denise asked us to sit on the couch, but that's how I was, with my belly all fucked up and her ass in the same state, that I suggested we go to the bathroom. We took a bath together, taking the opportunity to caress each other, and then we dried up and I went to get dressed. I had just put on my shirt and felt Denise's soft hand reaching for the roll. "Now that you know the address, whenever you want to just show up, sweetheart!" she said, massaging her dick and offering me her mouth for another kiss. Denise asked me to be very discreet when leaving, since she did not want to hear any nasty comments (!). We kissed one more time before she opened the door and I left. Once inside the car, I thought, 'What a beautiful gift I got!'