My name is Andrés I'm from Córdoba capital (Argentina) and I've been married for 7 years to Claudia, I'm 36 years old, I'm 1.75 meters tall, athletic, like going out for runs and staying in shape, white, clear-eyed, short-haired, large-handed. Normally I get stories similar to this one that I want to write them because I never told anyone...A while back, a girl with a very fake profile added me on Facebook. You could tell from the photos that it wasn't her. There was a brunette in the photo, thin, big breasts, and good booty (model-type photos). She would write to me...and try to turn me on...and say things to get me hot, like she's very addicted to semen and loves it when they do her booty hard...(I liked that) I followed along for a while until I realized it wasn't really her. I explained to her that I found the real model and was going to report and block her...she told me not to, that she uses that Facebook account as a distraction and enjoys feeling attractive to many men through her fake photos, ratting them all out and getting excited, and it's also a relief because she's so poorly treated by her husband. I told her I didn't care that she lied, but asked her not to report me, and she said she'd give me her real Facebook account if I wouldn't denounce hers...and that we should get together in person and she lives in the same city as me. She asked me to think about it because she didn't want problems with a married woman. Automatically, she sends me some photos of her cleavage where you can see her enormous white breasts trying to take a breath...later, she sends me a video of herself taking a shower naked, showing a woman with black long hair and a small waist, big breasts, no belly, and well-groomed vagina. After a couple of days, I agreed to meet her and added her on Facebook before seeing her photos. She told me how she really looks physically. She said, Do you recognize me from the video?...I'm 35 years old, 1.50 meters tall, thin, 95 kilos, big booty, athletic build, but I don't feel pretty. I didn't believe her until I saw her photos. It was just like she described herself, and I still didn't believe it until I met her in person...she said: I'm a seamstress, my husband is a blacksmith, our relationship is bad and I want to separate......it made me sad. The head. We're in the game... We passed wsp and agreed to meet up in person. Her craziness for seeing me was so great that she invited me to her house... She told me: I want you to check if I'm really addicted to semen... She also told me: my husband has his workshop on the same floor as our house and I have my sewing room on the first floor. You could come pretending to be a customer who needs to pick up your son's uniform. I said no to that because before, I wanted to see her somewhere else and check if she wasn't lying again... And so it was. We met that same afternoon. She went out for a run; I was driving around the area in my car and we agreed to meet at a corner... My cock was exploding with hardness until I saw her and checked if this time she wasn't lying, had black muscular leggings and a visor hat, big tits, short girl with brown hair, approached the car, kissed me on the mouth, said she couldn't do much because people in the area knew her and her husband was waiting for her in a few minutes. I got out of the car, stood in front of her (she was a head shorter than me), hugged her, felt her enormous breasts against my chest. I put my finger in her mouth, sucked it, looking at her, and with one hand she squeezed my cock, asking me quietly if she could expect me soon at her house so I could pick up my son's uniform. I said yes... Caressing her wet vagina over the leggings, kissed her again, sucked my finger, and told her that she loves the taste of strawberry on my cock and left.
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