Drunk wife has no owner
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A drunken woman has no owner.
What I'm about to tell you happened less than two months ago, and it may be changing my life forever. Well...I live in a beautiful big country house in an enclosed condominium on the outskirts of São Paulo city, where many friends and relatives often stay overnight because we have a large guest room. My youngest brother-in-law is married to a pretty girl who looks like a light brown woman with a wonderful body. Her legs are turned upside down, her breasts full, she has a lovely face and charming smile. About seven months ago his second child was born, a beautiful girl who still breastfed. Ane my sister-in-law with the nursing became more busty and paraded her sensuality through my house leaving me as always crazy of an erection repressed by the fact that my wife is very jealous and does not give me respite. I would like to be Alain Delon she thinks I am!!! But going on in this weekend invited relatives and friends for a night called "cholesterol night" because we were only doing fries accompanied by salads It was a success, even for the exoticism of the night. My brother-in-law, Ane's husband, had anticipated that he would not let them stay overnight at home because he had an appointment early the next day in São Paulo, but as usual and with my encouragement, drank too much mixing beer, whiskey, milkshakes, vodka, cachaça, finally a damned <unk>melê which could only make him feel bad. It was about 11 o'clock when my younger son went to sleep drunk. The party ended we were watching television with other brothers-in law and nephews who, gradually getting drowsy, retreated into bed. My wife, who also drank heavily and had the habit of going to bed early, went to sleep as did my daughter. Ane sat watching TV with me and her eldest son, who slept on her lap. She wore a pair of trousers that when she was seated showed off the contours and highlights of his tall face. I stood there like a cat, one eye in front of the other on the television disguising my hard-on. At some point she got up, took the boy into her arms, said good night and told me she would go to sleep. Anne walked gracefully around the room while I just stared at this beautiful ass. I told her that I would stay a little longer, because at three in the morning there was going to be a very good movie on TV for subscription and if she were awake and wanted to see it would be worthwhile. It might seem like an average song but I had to take advantage of the situation. She left without saying anything and went down to "hospedaria". Lying on the couch watching the program with the faint hope that she'd come back. But did not believe much no. The film ended when I called up Sexy Hot channel 80 and watched some Brazilian filthy shit. I had a kitten being dragged by a stallion who looked very much like Ane. I was watching the mischief, massaging my dick underneath his trousers when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. It was Anne!!!: "Was that the movie you invited me to see?" I put it on the AXN channel, and told her that I was just doing an hour until the movie started watching "sexy hot".I asked about her husband and children and she replied they were all asleep and drunk.She got up and said she would go to sleep too.Then I played my last card... I asked her if she was still breastfeeding, to which she replied in the affirmative. She told me that I had a fantasy since my daughter's first days of life about tasting mother's milk but my wife never gave up on it. I went to the kitchen and watched as she walked with a glass in her hand towards the sink. Minutes (which seemed like hours) later, she came back with two fingers of milk in the cup. Then I noticed that she was wearing a transparent sweater, and it gave <unk> against the TV light <unk> perfectly to see the outline of her body, her bra and tiny panties. She sat down on the double sofa and passed me the glass. I sat on the three-seat couch, started drinking milk which <unk> I already knew <unk> is bad for fuck's sake. But I was surprised...he said it's delicious, hot at last. It took me a few minutes to "taste" that little milk and she just stared. After finishing the glass, I told her children were lucky because they could enjoy their milk by drinking it directly from the source which should be much better. She laughed, saying that I am an amazing 'peanut butter-faced person', who knew very well what I wanted and that this wasn't today. I asked her to let me try it from the fountain, and she spoke without much conviction that I was crazy, someone could come in who if her husband heard what he would kill me, things like that. I understood there wasn't any rejection of this request but concern for danger. So I sat down next to her and said it would only be a few seconds and no one would wake up quietly which gave us time to get ourselves together. Soon that bitter taste of mother's milk began to come, but I kept sucking and tongue on the auricle. The beaks in Ane's breast grew harder and tighter. She opened her arms wide for easier suckling, and I started holding her breasts while she was nursing. I noticed her groaning. My hand slipped through her belly button and went down by my legs until I reached the sleeve of her sweater, which I also raised slowly with my fingers now rubbing against her skin, and climbed up to its little bit. When I got there, she mentioned something about talking to me. So I took her mouth off of her breasts and silenced it with a crazy long tongue-kiss. She tried to fight back but I forced the bar, pulled away her panties, reached for her clitoris and started massaging him. Her little face was soaked which showed that this wasn't just my stunt. She pulled her hand away, and then I was like a child! I looked at her seriously, slapped her on the head and told her that now she would continue to play for better or worse. Strangely enough, it seemed as if she liked the slap because she closed her teeth staring into my eyes and raised her chin in defiance of me continuing to smack her. I didn't pretend to be a beggar...I gave her another slap on the legs that left my five-finger mark...she kept challenging me...threw her down onto the leather carpet, lifted up her shirt even more, opened her legs, put my dick in the entrance of her little finger and nailed it to its mast. It was pure hardcore! She did not give thirty seconds of climbing and she started talking <unk>no stop!.... no stop!.....i will make fun of you! .....you are making fun of your cock, you child....Enter further! Fuck me! And trembled all over. I didn't give a damn: I turned her over on my stomach, lifted her ass to me, put my hand through the crack in her anus bringing fluids up into her butt and made it look! She screamed like no one else woke up. I placed my hand in her mouth, threw myself at her, and began frantically pumping that rebar every time she mentioned complaining, I slapped her buttocks and thighs. Just as she was about to make fun of me, I pulled out my stick and slammed right down the entrance clogging his anal cavity draining fuck all the way into her earned pussy. I turned her over again and made her suck the pussy that was already softening, but which recovered like lightning upon contact with this mouth. I squeezed her breasts hard enough to hurt herself, and every time she clenched it spilt hot milk on my chest, provoking a sarcastic smile on Anne's lips. A noise came out, and we kind of got up from the floor, slipped, collected ourselves until at the foot of the stairs we saw the figure of our little niece, pacifier in our mouth, scent in hand, rubbing his sleepy eyes saying he was afraid and had dreamt about the parrot-biter. Ane gently took the girl in her arms and went into the kitchen to give a sugar water for the child, and I followed behind with my finger indecently stuck on his ass all lubricated by my cock. Anne put the girl sitting on the stone and stood facing towards it while I <unk> crazy about dangerous situations <unk> from behind pretending concern, pinched him again stick in the butt, causing that she was thrown over the girl who obviously only saw what was happening above, and so, going back and forth in the crack, we reached another insane orgasm. She went down to the room with shaky legs and trembling, her niece in her arms. The next day, despite the scorching sunshine, she dressed herself up in a pair of brimmed trousers and closed blouse, certainly so as not to show any early morning marks. She left early before lunchtime, my brother-in-law thanking me warmly for our hospitality. Come back always Ane!!!
A drunken woman has no owner.
What I'm about to tell you happened less than two months ago, and it may be changing my life forever. Well...I live in a beautiful big country house in an enclosed condominium on the outskirts of São Paulo city, where many friends and relatives often stay overnight because we have a large guest room. My youngest brother-in-law is married to a pretty girl who looks like a light brown woman with a wonderful body. Her legs are turned upside down, her breasts full, she has a lovely face and charming smile. About seven months ago his second child was born, a beautiful girl who still breastfed. Ane my sister-in-law with the nursing became more busty and paraded her sensuality through my house leaving me as always crazy of an erection repressed by the fact that my wife is very jealous and does not give me respite. I would like to be Alain Delon she thinks I am!!! But going on in this weekend invited relatives and friends for a night called "cholesterol night" because we were only doing fries accompanied by salads It was a success, even for the exoticism of the night. My brother-in-law, Ane's husband, had anticipated that he would not let them stay overnight at home because he had an appointment early the next day in São Paulo, but as usual and with my encouragement, drank too much mixing beer, whiskey, milkshakes, vodka, cachaça, finally a damned <unk>melê which could only make him feel bad. It was about 11 o'clock when my younger son went to sleep drunk. The party ended we were watching television with other brothers-in law and nephews who, gradually getting drowsy, retreated into bed. My wife, who also drank heavily and had the habit of going to bed early, went to sleep as did my daughter. Ane sat watching TV with me and her eldest son, who slept on her lap. She wore a pair of trousers that when she was seated showed off the contours and highlights of his tall face. I stood there like a cat, one eye in front of the other on the television disguising my hard-on. At some point she got up, took the boy into her arms, said good night and told me she would go to sleep. Anne walked gracefully around the room while I just stared at this beautiful ass. I told her that I would stay a little longer, because at three in the morning there was going to be a very good movie on TV for subscription and if she were awake and wanted to see it would be worthwhile. It might seem like an average song but I had to take advantage of the situation. She left without saying anything and went down to "hospedaria". Lying on the couch watching the program with the faint hope that she'd come back. But did not believe much no. The film ended when I called up Sexy Hot channel 80 and watched some Brazilian filthy shit. I had a kitten being dragged by a stallion who looked very much like Ane. I was watching the mischief, massaging my dick underneath his trousers when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. It was Anne!!!: "Was that the movie you invited me to see?" I put it on the AXN channel, and told her that I was just doing an hour until the movie started watching "sexy hot".I asked about her husband and children and she replied they were all asleep and drunk.She got up and said she would go to sleep too.Then I played my last card... I asked her if she was still breastfeeding, to which she replied in the affirmative. She told me that I had a fantasy since my daughter's first days of life about tasting mother's milk but my wife never gave up on it. I went to the kitchen and watched as she walked with a glass in her hand towards the sink. Minutes (which seemed like hours) later, she came back with two fingers of milk in the cup. Then I noticed that she was wearing a transparent sweater, and it gave <unk> against the TV light <unk> perfectly to see the outline of her body, her bra and tiny panties. She sat down on the double sofa and passed me the glass. I sat on the three-seat couch, started drinking milk which <unk> I already knew <unk> is bad for fuck's sake. But I was surprised...he said it's delicious, hot at last. It took me a few minutes to "taste" that little milk and she just stared. After finishing the glass, I told her children were lucky because they could enjoy their milk by drinking it directly from the source which should be much better. She laughed, saying that I am an amazing 'peanut butter-faced person', who knew very well what I wanted and that this wasn't today. I asked her to let me try it from the fountain, and she spoke without much conviction that I was crazy, someone could come in who if her husband heard what he would kill me, things like that. I understood there wasn't any rejection of this request but concern for danger. So I sat down next to her and said it would only be a few seconds and no one would wake up quietly which gave us time to get ourselves together. Soon that bitter taste of mother's milk began to come, but I kept sucking and tongue on the auricle. The beaks in Ane's breast grew harder and tighter. She opened her arms wide for easier suckling, and I started holding her breasts while she was nursing. I noticed her groaning. My hand slipped through her belly button and went down by my legs until I reached the sleeve of her sweater, which I also raised slowly with my fingers now rubbing against her skin, and climbed up to its little bit. When I got there, she mentioned something about talking to me. So I took her mouth off of her breasts and silenced it with a crazy long tongue-kiss. She tried to fight back but I forced the bar, pulled away her panties, reached for her clitoris and started massaging him. Her little face was soaked which showed that this wasn't just my stunt. She pulled her hand away, and then I was like a child! I looked at her seriously, slapped her on the head and told her that now she would continue to play for better or worse. Strangely enough, it seemed as if she liked the slap because she closed her teeth staring into my eyes and raised her chin in defiance of me continuing to smack her. I didn't pretend to be a beggar...I gave her another slap on the legs that left my five-finger mark...she kept challenging me...threw her down onto the leather carpet, lifted up her shirt even more, opened her legs, put my dick in the entrance of her little finger and nailed it to its mast. It was pure hardcore! She did not give thirty seconds of climbing and she started talking <unk>no stop!.... no stop!.....i will make fun of you! .....you are making fun of your cock, you child....Enter further! Fuck me! And trembled all over. I didn't give a damn: I turned her over on my stomach, lifted her ass to me, put my hand through the crack in her anus bringing fluids up into her butt and made it look! She screamed like no one else woke up. I placed my hand in her mouth, threw myself at her, and began frantically pumping that rebar every time she mentioned complaining, I slapped her buttocks and thighs. Just as she was about to make fun of me, I pulled out my stick and slammed right down the entrance clogging his anal cavity draining fuck all the way into her earned pussy. I turned her over again and made her suck the pussy that was already softening, but which recovered like lightning upon contact with this mouth. I squeezed her breasts hard enough to hurt herself, and every time she clenched it spilt hot milk on my chest, provoking a sarcastic smile on Anne's lips. A noise came out, and we kind of got up from the floor, slipped, collected ourselves until at the foot of the stairs we saw the figure of our little niece, pacifier in our mouth, scent in hand, rubbing his sleepy eyes saying he was afraid and had dreamt about the parrot-biter. Ane gently took the girl in her arms and went into the kitchen to give a sugar water for the child, and I followed behind with my finger indecently stuck on his ass all lubricated by my cock. Anne put the girl sitting on the stone and stood facing towards it while I <unk> crazy about dangerous situations <unk> from behind pretending concern, pinched him again stick in the butt, causing that she was thrown over the girl who obviously only saw what was happening above, and so, going back and forth in the crack, we reached another insane orgasm. She went down to the room with shaky legs and trembling, her niece in her arms. The next day, despite the scorching sunshine, she dressed herself up in a pair of brimmed trousers and closed blouse, certainly so as not to show any early morning marks. She left early before lunchtime, my brother-in-law thanking me warmly for our hospitality. Come back always Ane!!!
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