One of the causes of my separation with Daniela was her lack of sexual desire.
The relationships were sporadic and, I'd say, 'administrative'.
Always the same: caresses on the tits (which got her very hot) and a missionary position with whom we would finish both of us, but without explosions. I never sucked her, claiming it gave her disgust.
Daniela has an important butt, well formed and standing up, but she always refused to give it away. Her excuse was that it scared her that it would hurt...
I had had sporadic relationships with other women before meeting her, which had made me discover the true sex.
For example, the pleasure of oral sex, to which Daniela submitted more than enjoying it. I had learned to let myself be sucked with great effort on my part, because I considered it 'unhygienic'.
His underwear wasn't helping to excite anyone either... all conservative and boring.
The lack of desire transformed into an unbearable cohabitation.
She discovered that I visited porn pages (which gave me memorable wanks) and accused me of being perverse and sexopath.
I proposed different experiences (visit a porn shop, share fantasies...) but I always found negatives.
The separation occurred, as was predictable, and I - freed from that burden - had several encounters with other women that restored my sexual self-esteem which I had been seeking.
The relationship with Daniela continued cordially, as there were some things in common that didn't come to mind.
And every time I knew we would see each other, it was noticeable that it was happening. Tight pants, almost transparent shirts, in short: things she used to abstain from.
So, once he sends me a message: Do you invite me to dinner?
It resulted in being attractive to me, because we hadn't gone out since the separation, months ago.
I assumed it had something to do with business problems we shared and accepted.
He suggested a restaurant on the Coast Road that we had visited a couple of years ago and found ourselves. I went to look for it, and already his reception kiss in my car was strange. He remained with his lips on my cheek for a couple of seconds more than recommended for an ex-partner.
It comes with something this, I thought.
He told me he was debuting clothes, which was visible: red pants that accentuated his butt and a silk shirt that showed off his lace-trimmed chest, also red. The fact was irrelevant for a work chat, but I took note.
The dinner and chat ran between businesses and glimpses of fights over recurring themes.
But... (there is always but) at the exit of dinner, when I was about to take her home again, she deeply kissed me at the exit of the restaurant.
The wine from dinner seemed to have given him impetus to do it, and already on the way home to the house, he began to caress my leg in the car.
I thought: 'another missionary, that's all...'
I went up to the apartment, he invited me for another glass of wine without stopping looking at me and then went apparently to the bathroom. 'I'm coming.'
He didn't take long to come back:
With a red set, thong and the bodice I had guessed.
Red Lace Bras...
Barefoot...
Do you like it? I bought it for you to see if it fits me well, what do you think?
It was turning around to let me see her butt, and the thong buried in the...
Look how pretty the bra is, do you like it? And I would bring it closer to my face...
I, of course, already imagined that her transformation wouldn't end there...
So, without saying another word, he started to caress my breast, unbuttoning my shirt and sucking my nipples...
He stopped, gave me the back and passed my ass over my face, I was sitting.
Aren't you in the mood to kiss it, little piggy, like they did in those movies you used to watch?
He put his ass on my face and kissed it... licked it... the buttocks, the ass, would bend down so I could lick more.
When I least expected it, she ran her thong to leave her lips at the sink. 'Suck me, son of a slut, like you suck those whores', I said.
I sucked her pussy with a lot of enthusiasm, with great pleasure...
I would open my lips so he could put his tongue in, while saying unintelligible things. He ended up doing it for the first time like that.
So then, already naked, she took me to bed.
So you like it? He said to me while he was taking off my pants and licking my cock over the boxers.
I couldn't believe it.
He pulled out his cock and started kissing it, exploring it all.
While sucking her head with mastery, she looked at my eyes.
Only left doing it to tell myself Like the whores in movies
So then, unexpectedly, she sat on top of my cock and started riding me. She ended up touching her breasts, pinching her nipples with force.
So, son of a slut, so you like it, look at me
And for my surprise, he got on all fours and said to me... 'now if you want, break my ass, there's cream, put it in'
Take the lubricating cream that was on the lamp table and penetrate it smoothly at first. It made moans of pain and pleasure, I kept holding onto it with more force until it all went into her ass.
He was looking back at me and saying 'there you have the ass you wanted, grab it'
He had an orgasm he had never heard before, at the screams.
Don't stop, I want something else, he said in an ordering tone.
She came back and mounted me while I was penetrated in her pussy; I couldn't take it anymore and told her.
I'm done.
So then, to my surprise, he lunged at my cock and started sucking it
Sucking my head like I like it. Licking, surrounding, sucking.
I didn't hesitate to tell him I was done. And he kept sucking.
My cumshot spread between the inside of her mouth and face.
I thought What is he going to do now with the disgust that gave him?
And he kept sucking, swallowed the cum that always made him sick. My face dotted with excitement. He kept sucking until he got another erection. He kept sucking, only stopped twice to say 'what yummy cum, I like it' and when he was already very hard again, he went back on top of me, this time he put it in my ass and had at least two more orgasms, that's...
Please name the asshole cum
My second orgasm took a while to arrive, but it was extraordinary. She finished at the same moment my cum filled her.
After she got out of bed, showered and dressed. I barely could move.
Dress up. Go away, this never happened.
I got dressed and I left.
What went through his head during those months?
I never asked him again and we didn't have sex again. I was left with the doubt and the memory of that night.
The reunions are interesting.
The relationships were sporadic and, I'd say, 'administrative'.
Always the same: caresses on the tits (which got her very hot) and a missionary position with whom we would finish both of us, but without explosions. I never sucked her, claiming it gave her disgust.
Daniela has an important butt, well formed and standing up, but she always refused to give it away. Her excuse was that it scared her that it would hurt...
I had had sporadic relationships with other women before meeting her, which had made me discover the true sex.
For example, the pleasure of oral sex, to which Daniela submitted more than enjoying it. I had learned to let myself be sucked with great effort on my part, because I considered it 'unhygienic'.
His underwear wasn't helping to excite anyone either... all conservative and boring.
The lack of desire transformed into an unbearable cohabitation.
She discovered that I visited porn pages (which gave me memorable wanks) and accused me of being perverse and sexopath.
I proposed different experiences (visit a porn shop, share fantasies...) but I always found negatives.
The separation occurred, as was predictable, and I - freed from that burden - had several encounters with other women that restored my sexual self-esteem which I had been seeking.
The relationship with Daniela continued cordially, as there were some things in common that didn't come to mind.
And every time I knew we would see each other, it was noticeable that it was happening. Tight pants, almost transparent shirts, in short: things she used to abstain from.
So, once he sends me a message: Do you invite me to dinner?
It resulted in being attractive to me, because we hadn't gone out since the separation, months ago.
I assumed it had something to do with business problems we shared and accepted.
He suggested a restaurant on the Coast Road that we had visited a couple of years ago and found ourselves. I went to look for it, and already his reception kiss in my car was strange. He remained with his lips on my cheek for a couple of seconds more than recommended for an ex-partner.
It comes with something this, I thought.
He told me he was debuting clothes, which was visible: red pants that accentuated his butt and a silk shirt that showed off his lace-trimmed chest, also red. The fact was irrelevant for a work chat, but I took note.
The dinner and chat ran between businesses and glimpses of fights over recurring themes.
But... (there is always but) at the exit of dinner, when I was about to take her home again, she deeply kissed me at the exit of the restaurant.
The wine from dinner seemed to have given him impetus to do it, and already on the way home to the house, he began to caress my leg in the car.
I thought: 'another missionary, that's all...'
I went up to the apartment, he invited me for another glass of wine without stopping looking at me and then went apparently to the bathroom. 'I'm coming.'
He didn't take long to come back:
With a red set, thong and the bodice I had guessed.
Red Lace Bras...
Barefoot...
Do you like it? I bought it for you to see if it fits me well, what do you think?
It was turning around to let me see her butt, and the thong buried in the...
Look how pretty the bra is, do you like it? And I would bring it closer to my face...
I, of course, already imagined that her transformation wouldn't end there...
So, without saying another word, he started to caress my breast, unbuttoning my shirt and sucking my nipples...
He stopped, gave me the back and passed my ass over my face, I was sitting.
Aren't you in the mood to kiss it, little piggy, like they did in those movies you used to watch?
He put his ass on my face and kissed it... licked it... the buttocks, the ass, would bend down so I could lick more.
When I least expected it, she ran her thong to leave her lips at the sink. 'Suck me, son of a slut, like you suck those whores', I said.
I sucked her pussy with a lot of enthusiasm, with great pleasure...
I would open my lips so he could put his tongue in, while saying unintelligible things. He ended up doing it for the first time like that.
So then, already naked, she took me to bed.
So you like it? He said to me while he was taking off my pants and licking my cock over the boxers.
I couldn't believe it.
He pulled out his cock and started kissing it, exploring it all.
While sucking her head with mastery, she looked at my eyes.
Only left doing it to tell myself Like the whores in movies
So then, unexpectedly, she sat on top of my cock and started riding me. She ended up touching her breasts, pinching her nipples with force.
So, son of a slut, so you like it, look at me
And for my surprise, he got on all fours and said to me... 'now if you want, break my ass, there's cream, put it in'
Take the lubricating cream that was on the lamp table and penetrate it smoothly at first. It made moans of pain and pleasure, I kept holding onto it with more force until it all went into her ass.
He was looking back at me and saying 'there you have the ass you wanted, grab it'
He had an orgasm he had never heard before, at the screams.
Don't stop, I want something else, he said in an ordering tone.
She came back and mounted me while I was penetrated in her pussy; I couldn't take it anymore and told her.
I'm done.
So then, to my surprise, he lunged at my cock and started sucking it
Sucking my head like I like it. Licking, surrounding, sucking.
I didn't hesitate to tell him I was done. And he kept sucking.
My cumshot spread between the inside of her mouth and face.
I thought What is he going to do now with the disgust that gave him?
And he kept sucking, swallowed the cum that always made him sick. My face dotted with excitement. He kept sucking until he got another erection. He kept sucking, only stopped twice to say 'what yummy cum, I like it' and when he was already very hard again, he went back on top of me, this time he put it in my ass and had at least two more orgasms, that's...
Please name the asshole cum
My second orgasm took a while to arrive, but it was extraordinary. She finished at the same moment my cum filled her.
After she got out of bed, showered and dressed. I barely could move.
Dress up. Go away, this never happened.
I got dressed and I left.
What went through his head during those months?
I never asked him again and we didn't have sex again. I was left with the doubt and the memory of that night.
The reunions are interesting.
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