It was hot that afternoon in Corrientes. The bridge crossing the river is the inevitable reference. The beach is fabulous. Barely the edge was turning that day's scorching heat into something more peaceful. There I was, just me. I thought I had gone to the bathroom, that someone - perhaps from above that bridge- would be laughing their ass off with my friend and those other guys. I imagined them laughing atPorteñoWhen I deviated my gaze at the cellphone and the message confirmed the mockery.How anxious... you arrived 5 minutes earlyThe screen was saying and I blinded looking towards the bridge that crosses between Chacoans and Corrientinos all day. I didn't see anyone but in the next message I realized I wasn't looking at myself from up there. I looked back because in the photo I saw my bald head like never before. I turned around and I was looking at myself on the screen. Recumbent face down, gazing at the legs of Amazonian women and that giant ass firm on the horizon, closing even more what divides the bridge. She was laughing with another girl, the one who wore a white pantsuit last night. Girl, pretty. Judging by the punch in the eye with better tits than in memory. The beer abundance tells me with pinches on my head that I don't have to drink so much, but it also makes me forget details of the immediate past why do I remember them giving each other little bites? They tell me to come closer. I do it prudently. It could be a trap. But no. I make my way through the bodies that also want to stay with something from the sun and listen as they speak softly and laugh. The girl looks at me from top to bottom and makes an interesting face. How good this is, I thought.
Sit down, or do you have shame by day?The brunette with an extraordinary ass said, fibrous like if she were running in the jungle to hunt her food and that yesterday she was sucking my cock in the taxi with a ferocity that scared. I bent down and before trying any intervention, she asked me to examine her well, whether I considered she needed some kind of protection for the skin. Then she asked the same thing for the girl.
She has the most delicate skin. Even her nipples are sensitive. I can't bite them for a little whileShe says and rubs the hardened chickpea that pokes out from under her bikini with the tip of her thick finger. She tells him to go soak in the river and leave us alone for a bit. The girl responds with a 'yes, my love' and enters that oasis. I approach and she ambushes me. She tongues me and submits to mine. I take a breath when she bites my lips and challenges me.
-Are you willing to share me with my girlfriend?-He says to me.
If your girl doesn't have problems...Damn it.
How like a choreography, the skinny one came back from the water and wrapped herself with a pareo. The correntina stopped and walked to the coastal offering her ass for everyone. In sandals, she had her ass more still than anyone of those who climb up 20-centimeter tacos. Six blocks later, we were three in a small living room. The brunette served me a drink. I don't know which one, nor do I take drinks. I couldn't describe the flavor exactly, but I understand it had fruity pretensions. Lightly, you didn't feel the vodka. The girl asked for another. I did it like the best.BartenderI told her that in Buenos Aires I had attended the best night bar in the porteña nightlife, electronic parties. The girls were entertained. I did something with a shaker that the girl left with dignity in a corner. The gin tonic didn't fail and we toasted the three of us. Emboldened, I asked one to show her tits and when she pulled them out of her bra, I gave a high-five to the brunette. I felt like the king. There was no detail to overlook at the next table for alphas. I caught up with all possible clichés. They sucked their tits with champagne; they made out while eating each other's mouths; I made them kiss, touch, and suck. All the instruction received since VHS until youporn and daily whatsapp masters had been recreated. But I wasn't prepared for that much. The thing is that I was sucking her pussy like she was sucking my cock. A madness. The girl curled up beside me and we were tongue-kissing together. Drunk, I left her clitoris to her because if I sucked her pussy like I sucked her cock, I had to be generous, and so I came alone to feel her ass. It was like colonizing Corrientes. Not because that incredible butt was a virgin, but because I had lifted it from the bar to fill it with cum the next day, while I got it on with both of them.
Are you going to do the butt?One of the two said it. Such predisposition and synchronization made me more virile. Without pulling her tongue out of my ass, I yelled like an animal so that she would understand that that snort was a affirmative response.
Prepare it for meThen I ordered and searched for it with my tongue to feel the word pussy that had sucked itself. Blinded, I threw myself on top of the brunette, leaving space for the girl to prepare the hole where I was going to drive in the cock. I took her by the wrists and opened her arms and immobilized her. I was biting her neck and feeling her tits with my chest. I felt a thrill in the Booty. I understood that the girl needed more space to do her job, but I refused to release the brunette. Without letting go of her wrists, I moved forward a few centimeters and understood that that's what the girl wanted, accompanying me with her hands. She started sucking my balls and I imagined her as she was gathering saliva and cock essence, from my cock, to start working on the ass. But the girl pushed her tongue into mine. Weird. I won't say I hadn't played sometime, like who doesn't want it. But the girl was burying her tongue in me with so much eagerness that I was reaching some unexplored instances. I admit I relaxed and got turned on by the question.
-Is that ass ready yet-?The brunette asked and when I was going to explain -innocent- that the skinny one had made a mistake with the ass and if I did it like this, she would hurt, I exactly understood how it feels to have your ass broken for the first time. It was hot that afternoon in Corrientes. It was burning.
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