Andrea stopped when she saw her reflection in the glass of a business. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a nice cream and dress that was part of her uniform from Freddy's ice cream shop where she worked. She smiled, then continued up the stairs to her apartment.
When she stopped to open the door, the plastic bag containing 1kg of ice cream hung from her wrist and hit her leg, warning that she had arrived.
Roberto stood up and smiled as he entered, stretching his long hair into a horse's booty. His eyes were fixed on the luxury writing on the bag.
He didn't care; just looking at Roberto made her clitoris tremble. People could look at them side by side in surprise, what was missing was only his Harley. Dressed all in black, as usual, with his black hair flowing, he caught her attention as usual for his beauty. People saw him as a rough motorcyclist. She saw him as the sweet and sensitive lover that he was, like her sweet baby.
She kissed him on the temple, taking his wrist and asking how he had done, as she did every time he returned from the ice cream shop.
'What kind of ice cream did you bring?'
Andrea smiled as she opened the bag. Roberto loved desserts, and loved unusual frozen creams that made them famous more than anything.
'Strawberry ice cream,' she smiled, handing him the bag.
Roberto grabbed the bag, and she went to the kitchen to put away the fast food she had bought. From behind, even before he touched her, she felt his warmth. When he touched her backside, which was impregnated with him. His smell and the warmth of his skin through his clothes. She leaned against him again and felt the coolness of the ice cream just below her uniform.
‘Decadent...’, she murmured in his hair.
Andrea nodded as she kissed his neck and removed a neat bow from his hair. Her hair fell to the middle of her back, and soon it was the only thing that covered her. pushed her hair to one side, like Roberto put ice cream on the lower back of his spine. That sweet sensation of licking red raspberry ice cream off his spine was a sweet feeling. 'Delicious...', he said. Licking Roberto's ice cream outside of her was her pleasure. The lower part of her back felt frozen until her tongue licked it. Each stroke of her tongue was like liquid fire, and she arched in response to its blows. She couldn't see herself, but knew she was kilometers away from the image of herself. Now they were perfectly together, that feeling was like a relic from the 1950s, when she was on her way to the apartment. Standing up, she felt the oscillation of her hair against her shoulder blades. Roberto pressed against her back, and she fainted when she felt the hardness of his cock against her ass. She backed away from him, and slapped herself on the butt Frotaba strongly her clitoris, and she was happy he hadn't done it because she would have exploded. She knew people probably thought she was very rude to masturbate, just how she saw the vehemence of her hands in her vagina. Her pubic hair with red ice cream like her blood on dark skin over her whiteness. Roberto knew he was going to lick between her legs that frozen cream of red raspberries on Andrea's skin. Slowly, again and again so not a single drop would be lost in the heat of her skin. Andrea closed her eyes and covered her face with her arms leaning against the kitchen cabinet. Roberto spread his buttocks like it was the Red Sea by order of Moses. He licked her ass, and told her everything salty and sweet that she was... her tight anal ring. She felt every part of her pulse since he first gave a kiss, then entered her hole with his tongue. She knew she could make Andrea come from kissing her ass, and when she put her tongue inside her... she felt it explode and groan deeply. Her thighs trembled under The pressure of pleasure. Robert was caressing them as if that would make them stop, but it made everything more difficult for him to stop. He pushed his tongue so deep that he saw a flash of light in her eyes before she had another orgasm. Andrea pounded the kitchen counter with her fists and elbows, and hit the deflated bag with Freddy's name where she had brought the ice cream.
What are you bringing me tomorrow? Robert thought distractedly, trying to catch his breath.
'Hmm...,' he gasped, blinking furiously. '... Do you want to try the guava?'
When she stopped to open the door, the plastic bag containing 1kg of ice cream hung from her wrist and hit her leg, warning that she had arrived.
Roberto stood up and smiled as he entered, stretching his long hair into a horse's booty. His eyes were fixed on the luxury writing on the bag.
He didn't care; just looking at Roberto made her clitoris tremble. People could look at them side by side in surprise, what was missing was only his Harley. Dressed all in black, as usual, with his black hair flowing, he caught her attention as usual for his beauty. People saw him as a rough motorcyclist. She saw him as the sweet and sensitive lover that he was, like her sweet baby.
She kissed him on the temple, taking his wrist and asking how he had done, as she did every time he returned from the ice cream shop.
'What kind of ice cream did you bring?'
Andrea smiled as she opened the bag. Roberto loved desserts, and loved unusual frozen creams that made them famous more than anything.
'Strawberry ice cream,' she smiled, handing him the bag.
Roberto grabbed the bag, and she went to the kitchen to put away the fast food she had bought. From behind, even before he touched her, she felt his warmth. When he touched her backside, which was impregnated with him. His smell and the warmth of his skin through his clothes. She leaned against him again and felt the coolness of the ice cream just below her uniform.
‘Decadent...’, she murmured in his hair.
Andrea nodded as she kissed his neck and removed a neat bow from his hair. Her hair fell to the middle of her back, and soon it was the only thing that covered her. pushed her hair to one side, like Roberto put ice cream on the lower back of his spine. That sweet sensation of licking red raspberry ice cream off his spine was a sweet feeling. 'Delicious...', he said. Licking Roberto's ice cream outside of her was her pleasure. The lower part of her back felt frozen until her tongue licked it. Each stroke of her tongue was like liquid fire, and she arched in response to its blows. She couldn't see herself, but knew she was kilometers away from the image of herself. Now they were perfectly together, that feeling was like a relic from the 1950s, when she was on her way to the apartment. Standing up, she felt the oscillation of her hair against her shoulder blades. Roberto pressed against her back, and she fainted when she felt the hardness of his cock against her ass. She backed away from him, and slapped herself on the butt Frotaba strongly her clitoris, and she was happy he hadn't done it because she would have exploded. She knew people probably thought she was very rude to masturbate, just how she saw the vehemence of her hands in her vagina. Her pubic hair with red ice cream like her blood on dark skin over her whiteness. Roberto knew he was going to lick between her legs that frozen cream of red raspberries on Andrea's skin. Slowly, again and again so not a single drop would be lost in the heat of her skin. Andrea closed her eyes and covered her face with her arms leaning against the kitchen cabinet. Roberto spread his buttocks like it was the Red Sea by order of Moses. He licked her ass, and told her everything salty and sweet that she was... her tight anal ring. She felt every part of her pulse since he first gave a kiss, then entered her hole with his tongue. She knew she could make Andrea come from kissing her ass, and when she put her tongue inside her... she felt it explode and groan deeply. Her thighs trembled under The pressure of pleasure. Robert was caressing them as if that would make them stop, but it made everything more difficult for him to stop. He pushed his tongue so deep that he saw a flash of light in her eyes before she had another orgasm. Andrea pounded the kitchen counter with her fists and elbows, and hit the deflated bag with Freddy's name where she had brought the ice cream.
What are you bringing me tomorrow? Robert thought distractedly, trying to catch his breath.
'Hmm...,' he gasped, blinking furiously. '... Do you want to try the guava?'
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