MOTOBOY was taking my food and finishing without the marmite .

My parents had gone out for a barbecue at a relative's house over the weekend and I, as always unfriendly, decided not to go and stay home.
It was about 12:00 and I hadn't done anything to eat so I decided to order a pot since I was alone so I sent a message to the place and they told me that in half an hour the food would arrive.
In those days, the weather was very mixed, sometimes it was a scorching heat, and out of nowhere a flood fell from the sky.
That day was one of those, after a scorching morning the weather turned out of nowhere and the biggest flood fell just in time for lunch delivery.
Since I placed the order, well over half an hour had passed, actually it was already about 1:20, and no lunch had arrived.
That's when someone rings the bell, I see through the window that it was the motoboy, all soaked! I opened the garage door and signaled for him to come in. He parked the bike inside, I closed the gate, the rain didn't stop.
The guy, taking off his helmet, was apologizing for the delay, and I said I was fine and I didn't have to apologize.
He wasn't wearing that rain suit that motorcyclists wear.
I put the kettle in the sink and commented that it was soaked, he explained that because the weather was good morning did not even bother to take the raincoat there gave what he got. He only with the jacket and T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
He said, "Well, I'm glad you cut back, and I was able to turn it all in, because yours was the last one, and at the worst possible time".
The guy was very friendly and communicative, good-looking, short hair, no older than 30.
I told him that he could wait at my house until the rain was over, that is if he didn't have to go back to work. He thanked me and said that he would wait until my delivery was the last one and that he wouldn't return to work until eleven o'clock.
So I asked him to sit down, and I offered him a beer, and he accepted, and I handed him the beer, and I said, "If you don't mind, I'll put your T-shirt and jacket in the centrifuge, and then in front of you, the fan will dry Rapido".
The boy said he didn't want to be a bother, I said it wasn't a bother at all and it would keep me from getting sick.
I reached for a dry towel, walked over to him, took off his jacket and T-shirt, and showed him his smooth, tasty abdomen, which instantly filled me with a boner.
I took a look at the set, wet pants tight, underwear with elastic showing, cloth belt, stick marking the pants and top naked.
I gave a glance, for that close look made the motoboy ask me with a slight smile:
He was expensive, he's just a soaked traitor.
..... and began to dry himself with the towel.
I didn't like the look of it, so to disguise it, I put my clothes on, went to the centrifuge and stretched.
I came back and offered him more beer.
He: ta wanting to get me drunk is kkkkkk I will accept in
We had a drink, and he asked me if I wasn't going to lunch, and I told him that I'd lost my appetite, and I'd risked a good song without shame, because if he didn't like it, the only thing that would happen is that he'd leave.
I said in a half-joke, half-serious tone, that with that weather I'd rather fall in my mouth into a <unk> stew<unk> and maybe I'd ask at dinner or tomorrow...
The boy replied that if I liked calabrese stew I didn't have to wait.
He: You're almost to the point here!
Me: And what does it take to get to the point?
He 's looking at me like a jerk .
Dude, if you know, check it out.
I'm going to check on them!
He: The will! Only the calabrese that is not so hot yet.
So I approached him and felt his roll smoothing over his trousers and smoothed his chest. He asked me to take it out so I could appreciate it better.
I unbuckled his belt and continued to smooth over his underwear and the roller was growing that seemed to want to pierce the clothes, I leaned down, pulled his underwear, and pants making the boy's dick pointed at my face.
I started the sucking session and the licking session, and I was sucking dick and licking balls and smelling her wet bag hair, and her dick was hot and juicy, and there was a lot of drool.
The boy just traveled with no fear of finishing that blowjob, his hands smoothed my hair and he whispered some things....
I'd suck that roll all night long if he'd let me, and at one point he asked me if I'd suck it, too, with his mouth on the head of his dick, and I just nodded my head.
I sucked some more and got up to get a stick.
When I'm alone in the house, I'm in the habit of wearing underwear. When I took off my bermuda, the boy saw me in a light blue underwear and kicked me in the ass. He went crazy.
He said, "Fucking hell, you've been punched.
I rolled over in the sink and got a cork in my ass.
I said , " What a handyman . "
He's such a jerk.
And he gave me another one that filled me with even more horny.
He started rubbing his roll on my ass, pulling the thread aside, asking me to pinch and passing his head on my ass. He fingered my ass, stuck his finger in and with another hand he slapped, followed by my <unk>aii<unk> and he responding...
Do you like her, bitch?
He stuck two fingers in and kept fucking me like that.
When he felt my ass was ready, he put the head of the roller on my ass.
Ready to win the calabrese?
And sticking the head of the spoon in my inlet, with his hands on my shoulders, he slid the whole roller inside and without giving my ass time to get used to the stick he went on and on, making me groan with pleasure.
His roll slid into my ass and the boy who seemed to want to tear me with his hard instrument, combined the punches with slaps in the ass followed by curses.
On my part it was just delirium every thrust every slap every scolding, it made me feel like a whore being held by the male.
He took off his scroll, turned me over, lifted my legs, tucked his hips in the middle and on that roast chicken in the sink, his scroll again fucked me whole.
Do you like to take a stick or a whore?
And he'd shoot his hip back and forth, frantically, firmly, pulling and placing the roller as far as he could into my ass breaking me down and pulling out a lot of groans.
Tired of fucking me, he stopped punching me, got down on the table, and I guessed his will to mummy his roll until my throat felt the whole fucking boy.
He gave a long sigh of relief, of satisfaction as my mouth filled with shit.
Then we had another beer, and I put his pants and socks on to dry as well, and on the way back, he rolled up on the towel and asked me if I was wearing the top of my lingerie as well.
I said yes and the boy said it gives again I wanted complete, would make me the whore happier and fulfilled hahahaha
We took a shower, gave him another nice blowjob, talked until his clothes dried off, and then he left.