Now I'm going to tell you one of my occasional adventures that I always have. This was a while ago, a sunny and hot afternoon at my cosmetologist's, who had discovered a problem with dry skin on me some time back and prescribed a moisturizing cream treatment. Delighted, since you know I like putting on lotion, I bought a Hind's and after each bath and before going to bed, I'd put it on and get excited with the rich aroma of the pink cream. Then I went to buy a bodysuit, a pair of panties and a nightgown, saying it was for a friend, but I'd wear them, put on lotion and in bed I'd give myself hard, staining the sheets.
But the dry skin topic wasn't going away, I don't know what was happening. That's why I went back again. Well dressed with a shirt, pants, and shoes, perfumed, I arrived, she (with lovely perfume) gave me a kiss and with sweetness accompanied me to her consulting room, where she locked herself in with me, asked me to undress and after examining me, asked if I used cream, I said yes and that I love it. And the woman, blonde, short hair, sweet, thin, all for pleasure, took me to a contiguous consulting room and told me to lie down on a couch. I did, she put a sheet over my doubts about getting dirty, grabbed another moisturizing cream, soaked a towel in cream and started passing it smoothly and sweetly, provocatively over my body. Arms, elbows, legs, feet, of course, she placed them in my hands. She asked me to stay reclined so she could see the effect of the cream, and after a few minutes, the doctor caressed my skin on purpose and confirmed its softness with the new cream. Happy, I asked her for it again, she gave it to me and told me to use it regularly.
But before going home with the cream and treatment, I suddenly wanted to try something else: trying the cosmetologist. Then I asked her if she used cream, started asking my leather questions, wallet, lip balm, etc. The woman, fine, told me everything yes and even showed me her black leather jacket, profligately hung from a chair. And of course, I couldn't take it anymore. Besides, she applied hand cream, another one she had in her purse since she was about to run out.
And well, too much for me: I squeezed her against the wall, licked her, ran my hands all over her, touched her ass, vagina, and breasts while saying wild strong things to her, lowered her fine pantyhose zipper, excitedly pulled down her thin underwear, got mine out and shoved it into her Booty, giving it to her and giving it to her without caring if she was married or what, I thought about her leather, paint, sweetness, cream. And only ejaculated terrible semen in her Booty. At cum, I dragged her off like that until we reached the bathroom, forced her to take everything off, she took off her underwear, and I screwed her from behind, filling her with semen and madness, then gave it to her in the mouth and she sucked me dry without leaving a drop, and later passed my tongue over her cock and invited me to pass mine over her pussy. Great, cream treatment, a barbarous woman. And she didn't charge me, I only paid her back with the screwing. How's that?
But the dry skin topic wasn't going away, I don't know what was happening. That's why I went back again. Well dressed with a shirt, pants, and shoes, perfumed, I arrived, she (with lovely perfume) gave me a kiss and with sweetness accompanied me to her consulting room, where she locked herself in with me, asked me to undress and after examining me, asked if I used cream, I said yes and that I love it. And the woman, blonde, short hair, sweet, thin, all for pleasure, took me to a contiguous consulting room and told me to lie down on a couch. I did, she put a sheet over my doubts about getting dirty, grabbed another moisturizing cream, soaked a towel in cream and started passing it smoothly and sweetly, provocatively over my body. Arms, elbows, legs, feet, of course, she placed them in my hands. She asked me to stay reclined so she could see the effect of the cream, and after a few minutes, the doctor caressed my skin on purpose and confirmed its softness with the new cream. Happy, I asked her for it again, she gave it to me and told me to use it regularly.
But before going home with the cream and treatment, I suddenly wanted to try something else: trying the cosmetologist. Then I asked her if she used cream, started asking my leather questions, wallet, lip balm, etc. The woman, fine, told me everything yes and even showed me her black leather jacket, profligately hung from a chair. And of course, I couldn't take it anymore. Besides, she applied hand cream, another one she had in her purse since she was about to run out.
And well, too much for me: I squeezed her against the wall, licked her, ran my hands all over her, touched her ass, vagina, and breasts while saying wild strong things to her, lowered her fine pantyhose zipper, excitedly pulled down her thin underwear, got mine out and shoved it into her Booty, giving it to her and giving it to her without caring if she was married or what, I thought about her leather, paint, sweetness, cream. And only ejaculated terrible semen in her Booty. At cum, I dragged her off like that until we reached the bathroom, forced her to take everything off, she took off her underwear, and I screwed her from behind, filling her with semen and madness, then gave it to her in the mouth and she sucked me dry without leaving a drop, and later passed my tongue over her cock and invited me to pass mine over her pussy. Great, cream treatment, a barbarous woman. And she didn't charge me, I only paid her back with the screwing. How's that?
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