On her forty-ninth birthday, the middle of life began to scare her. Yet, she was beautiful. Her Andalusian eyes and rosy moles gave me the luxury of a snowy mulberry that awaited me at a Microcenter Hostal in flamenco dress to compensate for an old joy.
I remember sending myself to buy cigarettes and crackers from a Chinese supermarket next door. While I went and came back, she was there with her red dress to the moon, her high-heeled shoes, her mantilla, and a hairpin that gathered her hair into a perfect bun.
With the softness of her dance, she took me to the bed and let her hair down, leaving her mantilla at the foot of the bed. She began to undress me. It was summer and I wasn't wearing much clothing, so it didn't take long to achieve it.
Exposed naked in front of her joy, my cock showed the excitement of the moment and I brought her thick and round tongue like a castanet to start sucking it.
Slowly, she lost herself in the action and when crossing glances of enchantment, I knew what she wanted was for me to end up in her mouth. Since I didn't intend to undress and her deep throat had created such an oily and humid niche in her mouth that seemed really a wet pussy.
What's left of that ecstasy is her eyes looking at me fixedly as if challenging me to give it to her, and her vehemence in making my cock reach its climax.
She just lay back on the bed and I almost got down on my knees, taking her by the nape, started digging into her mouth at a frenzied rhythm.
I lifted her skirts and running with her hand, she started masturbating herself and we lost ourselves. I have to confess that I never imagined that in this thousand and one nights action we would end up together.
While she was masturbating, her orgasm arrived and simultaneously her uncontrollable mouth received my cum complete inside her mouth. Almost immediately, in the first seconds of refractariness, I showed her full cum on her tongue and she swallowed it.
This Andalusian dream that I narrate has no parallel in my personal history and Neither that way of arriving with her. Now with the passage of years, there remains that old memory of a beautiful Sevillian woman and a magical moment.
I remember sending myself to buy cigarettes and crackers from a Chinese supermarket next door. While I went and came back, she was there with her red dress to the moon, her high-heeled shoes, her mantilla, and a hairpin that gathered her hair into a perfect bun.
With the softness of her dance, she took me to the bed and let her hair down, leaving her mantilla at the foot of the bed. She began to undress me. It was summer and I wasn't wearing much clothing, so it didn't take long to achieve it.
Exposed naked in front of her joy, my cock showed the excitement of the moment and I brought her thick and round tongue like a castanet to start sucking it.
Slowly, she lost herself in the action and when crossing glances of enchantment, I knew what she wanted was for me to end up in her mouth. Since I didn't intend to undress and her deep throat had created such an oily and humid niche in her mouth that seemed really a wet pussy.
What's left of that ecstasy is her eyes looking at me fixedly as if challenging me to give it to her, and her vehemence in making my cock reach its climax.
She just lay back on the bed and I almost got down on my knees, taking her by the nape, started digging into her mouth at a frenzied rhythm.
I lifted her skirts and running with her hand, she started masturbating herself and we lost ourselves. I have to confess that I never imagined that in this thousand and one nights action we would end up together.
While she was masturbating, her orgasm arrived and simultaneously her uncontrollable mouth received my cum complete inside her mouth. Almost immediately, in the first seconds of refractariness, I showed her full cum on her tongue and she swallowed it.
This Andalusian dream that I narrate has no parallel in my personal history and Neither that way of arriving with her. Now with the passage of years, there remains that old memory of a beautiful Sevillian woman and a magical moment.
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