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Compendium IIThere are times when I get very heavy.
I know he loses a week and it's not because he goes on vacation, nor anything like that.
And I also know that he has a very tiring job and doesn't always have time to write as much as I'd like.
Then, I throw a tantrum and scare him.
The worst part is that he doesn't complain.
He remains my best friend, forever and ever.
And when he comes back, we devour each other with kisses.
Because of course: for Liz, even the week without him makes it very, but very long.
And it's tasty because we get along pretty well at 2 am.
And that's why for us, one of the great views is clearing the table when we eat, because then he eats us.
XD It's fun!
When the little ones are awake, he's dad all the time...
But when they fall asleep, at 2 am, hot thoughts come down to us.
But he's great because he gets along with us separately.
He tells me that at lunchtime, she likes it wilder.
That she feels him on the table where we store the utensils or supports him on the washing machine for an excellent doggy style.
But with me, it's different...
I don't say it's worse (because I'd also like to try how he does it with her sometimes)
But the way he does it with me is more tender.
From the start, it's already late night, the little ones are tucked in and sleeping, and we're the two of us alone because Liz still has classes at night.
Then, we finish dinner and my heart starts racing...
I get nervous because I know what's coming and I'd lie if I said I grab the butter dish and cheese board with a firm hand.
He laughs, taking the plates, utensils, and cups, and looks at me with those eyes that still make me blush...
The acarries them to the sink and I, super nervous, open the refrigerator door.
I'm not showing off my booty on purpose...
But it's because I know he's looking at me.
I put away the butter with burning cheeks and then take the cheese board.
He leaves The mugs are soaking and it's like he goes back to the dining room to look for something... Always, always. 😓
And well... I close the fridge door and he's there, three steps away from me.
He looks at me with those deep black and intelligent eyes that make me even more nervous...
He leans his hand against the wall and I see him because it blocks my path.
My heart starts racing a million miles an hour, with my cheeks so hot that I feel like they're going to burst... 😘
And he kisses me! But it's not just any kiss. It's a Don Kiss... 😍
Because I remember all those times when I wanted to tell him how much I liked him and ask him to kiss me and all that... And then, suddenly, he corners me every time and takes me like this. 🙃
I'm his wife, the mother of his little girls, and yet, yet, he still polishes me well polished. 😏
And of course, he takes advantage of it... The right hand, straight to my breast, grabbing my nipple and the left hand, to my Booty... 😲
I feel his breath on my cheek and he makes me come out with stars... And on top of that, he half-pushes me from the waist with that huge bulge, which tears me apart every night. 🌃
And I'll tell you that it goes down like a train for my whole body.
Because he grabs my ass and the very bad one makes the pants come off. No! I half-say, although when I feel his finger playing with my tiny ass, I kind of deflate. 😩
And he, very bad, puts in THE FINGER. THE. Not one or two. A SOLE FINGER IN MY TINY ASS... 😠
I get angry and hot because it starts to massage me from behind.
On top of that, I hug him tighter and feel all sticky and wet because he buries his thigh just between my legs, so I hug him even more. 🌊
Do you remember the right hand in my breast? Well, like a crazy person, she gets under my clothes and forces me to fight with my bra. 😂
I'm with fowl skin and he's kissing me and squeezing me against the fridge.
I start complaining because I want him to put it in already, and then, just then, he puts in a second finger from behind. 😂
I want to cry because I'm being agreement about how long the week was without him! And he starts massaging me with his fingers inside, in a way that drives me crazy. Ah, it's like I lose control and I want to jump on top of him because it's not fair that he teases me and keeps his thing stored in his pants. 😕 But now, finally, he's gotten worse with me. Because until the previous shift, he would almost run me to the bedroom and I would eat his little thing with all the enthusiasm of not having that treat for a week. But now, it's been three times that he leaves me hot, with my legs open, on the kitchen counter. 😊 And obviously, he lifts up my skirt and looks at me palpating and juicy, wanting to feel him. But I'm embarrassed because he's already made me feel good. And then, he bends down... 😩 😲 😩 😲 And I say it's okay. We're spouses, we were lovers, and we're recontra good friends. But I think it's not fair that he makes me enjoy myself so much. Because he licks my folds in a scandalous way. I ask him to No! No! and to try to pass the time together... But I melt into his loving mouth... 😩 😫 😩 😫 And he makes sounds like Slurp, slurp, licking me clean. My nerves get the better of me and I try to contain myself because it gives me a rush to run in his face. Additionally, he keeps being my best friend and I try to resist, because I don't want to ruin him. But he just won't stop and makes me suffer, because he eats my button like it's made of chocolate. 🤤 He does it so well that even takes my breath away! And I'm saying it little by little... I give up! I give up! And then... Paff! That ends in his face... 😡 But he, worse than a dog. Because despite making me touch the stars and my legs are half-twitching weirdly, he keeps licking and I feel like an electric current. And it doesn't stop. No, no, no, no, no. It leaves me like a deflated accordion. 😃 And he, very cocky, goes back to the sink, when all I want is for him to already put it in. And he leaves me all... Spread out, with her breast outside, dripping sticky and lying on the furniture, hot like burning coal.
Then, when it's over, the very fresh one asks me.
'Are we going to bed?'
And I see his thing inflated in his pants and get a tremendous craving.
😡
And afterwards, he complains that Liz and I sucked him until he couldn't take it anymore.
Has anyone ever seen a more cynical husband? 😈Next post
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