Finally...

“Finally putting my hands on your girlfriend!” he wrote, along with a picture of me squeezing my beloved’s ass, that friend I always talked to about my passions and how much it excites me to see her with other men.
“ Just your hands, my friend? Put your dick on too... it’s the least I can expect from you!” I replied with trembling fingers.
Then came the picture of his dick among those strong buttocks of cyclist my beloved:
“Walk?” he asked.
I remembered the last time we made love and she, biting my lips lightly, confided quietly that if she ever cheated on me, she would come back dripping another fucking male.
“ Only if she asks, broder...
Otherwise you can fill my fucking cat up!
You know that the idea every time I get horny: an honor that is you!” I replied.
A few hours later, she was knocking on my apartment door.
As soon as I opened it, she hugged me:
“Can I sleep here with you today, love?
I need love from a boyfriend...”
I kissed her on the forehead, then slowly and gently in my mouth:
"Sure, my love!
Did something happen?
You can open your heart with me, beloved.”
She put both hands on my chest without being able to look me in the eye:
“ Nothing, honey, just needing to feel loved, protected...
You love me, don’t you?”
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