Saturday is Armando's birthday, my neighbor from the fifth floor. Seventy years well lived. Actually he turned seventy on Tuesday, but Saturday will be the party, the big celebration.
Obviously I gave him his gift the same day he turned seventy and at first light.
My husband had already opened the office and that day he had an important meeting with some Mendoza wine merchants, so he left early to have everything ready by the time they arrived.
While the Ro was sleeping, I got up and prepared a delicious breakfast for the guest. I put everything on a tray and, in my nightgown and slippers, went upstairs to his apartment.
Since I've had the key for a while now, in case of any emergency, including sexual ones, so I entered and trying to make as little noise as possible went up to his room.
The door was slightly ajar, so I could hear some soft snoring. Feeling my way in the darkness with my foot, I left the tray on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Armando is lying on his side, giving me his back, but even so the warmth of his body reaches mine, igniting me, inciting me. I slide a hand over the sheets and caress him between my legs.
-You felt me coming in... - I confirmed in a whisper, checking that it's already hard with the cock down.
He would recognize that perfume among thousands - he nods, lying on his back, and when he does, the sheet lifts up like a tent to the height of his stomach.
I put my hand underneath, inside the underwear, and grasp it in living flesh, feeling like it's beating and trembling when I start to jerk him off.
As my caresses become more intense, the humidity also increases, soaking me with its pleasant stickiness.
Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..., I sing while wiggling it, feeling like it's getting wider and warmer every time more.
Armando closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. When he opens them, I'm already sucking him off, sliding my lips all over his contour, tongue-coating the entire scorching surface that bulges under the lustful influence of my kisses.
When she already has it like I like it, standing proudly upright, I take off my camisole, my underwear and climb on top of her.
The cock finds the path drawn so many times, sinking, flowing through my flesh.
-Happy seventy...!- I say with a smile overflowing with satisfaction, and kissing him on the mouth, I start to ride him.
My breasts pile up against his body as I move up and down, eager, trembling, letting out an excited cry each time I feel it rumble in my deepest recesses.
Armando is like never before, with a vitality that reflects in the erection he displays. Erection that fuses into my intimacy as if it were part of it.
He also moves from below, converging both in a full, integral, absolute penetration, flesh against flesh, accelerated and sustained friction, our moans composing the same melody.
It's your birthday and the gift is you giving it to me... I say, moving my hand back to caress his hairy and numb testicles that bounce up against my thighs again and again.
That caress is the trigger.
-And with a bonus...!- I add in an exclamation as I feel the semen exploding inside me, choking me with that effusiveness that is so comforting.
We stayed there for a while, fused, between kisses and caresses, sharing the sweet agony of orgasm.
I love that moment, the precise instant when they're finished inside me, when the natural sap of a man mixes with mine, creating between both its own flow, alive, torrential, and beatifying.
After the dust, we breakfasted together on his bed, both naked, with the fluids of sex still permeating our bodies.
I hope to arrive next year to receive another gift like this - he says while I get up and search for my underwear on the floor.
I find her rolled up at the foot of the bed, I put myself on top of her, making the elastic snap against her skin, I put on my nightgown, I slip on my slippers and warn her:
Wait until Saturday, I've got another for you-
-Are you coming?-
The Saturday is the celebration for his seventy, with his friends from all his life, some of whom I already know
Am I going to lose it?
Obviously I gave him his gift the same day he turned seventy and at first light.
My husband had already opened the office and that day he had an important meeting with some Mendoza wine merchants, so he left early to have everything ready by the time they arrived.
While the Ro was sleeping, I got up and prepared a delicious breakfast for the guest. I put everything on a tray and, in my nightgown and slippers, went upstairs to his apartment.
Since I've had the key for a while now, in case of any emergency, including sexual ones, so I entered and trying to make as little noise as possible went up to his room.
The door was slightly ajar, so I could hear some soft snoring. Feeling my way in the darkness with my foot, I left the tray on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Armando is lying on his side, giving me his back, but even so the warmth of his body reaches mine, igniting me, inciting me. I slide a hand over the sheets and caress him between my legs.
-You felt me coming in... - I confirmed in a whisper, checking that it's already hard with the cock down.
He would recognize that perfume among thousands - he nods, lying on his back, and when he does, the sheet lifts up like a tent to the height of his stomach.
I put my hand underneath, inside the underwear, and grasp it in living flesh, feeling like it's beating and trembling when I start to jerk him off.
As my caresses become more intense, the humidity also increases, soaking me with its pleasant stickiness.
Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..., I sing while wiggling it, feeling like it's getting wider and warmer every time more.
Armando closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. When he opens them, I'm already sucking him off, sliding my lips all over his contour, tongue-coating the entire scorching surface that bulges under the lustful influence of my kisses.
When she already has it like I like it, standing proudly upright, I take off my camisole, my underwear and climb on top of her.
The cock finds the path drawn so many times, sinking, flowing through my flesh.
-Happy seventy...!- I say with a smile overflowing with satisfaction, and kissing him on the mouth, I start to ride him.
My breasts pile up against his body as I move up and down, eager, trembling, letting out an excited cry each time I feel it rumble in my deepest recesses.
Armando is like never before, with a vitality that reflects in the erection he displays. Erection that fuses into my intimacy as if it were part of it.
He also moves from below, converging both in a full, integral, absolute penetration, flesh against flesh, accelerated and sustained friction, our moans composing the same melody.
It's your birthday and the gift is you giving it to me... I say, moving my hand back to caress his hairy and numb testicles that bounce up against my thighs again and again.
That caress is the trigger.
-And with a bonus...!- I add in an exclamation as I feel the semen exploding inside me, choking me with that effusiveness that is so comforting.
We stayed there for a while, fused, between kisses and caresses, sharing the sweet agony of orgasm.
I love that moment, the precise instant when they're finished inside me, when the natural sap of a man mixes with mine, creating between both its own flow, alive, torrential, and beatifying.
After the dust, we breakfasted together on his bed, both naked, with the fluids of sex still permeating our bodies.
I hope to arrive next year to receive another gift like this - he says while I get up and search for my underwear on the floor.
I find her rolled up at the foot of the bed, I put myself on top of her, making the elastic snap against her skin, I put on my nightgown, I slip on my slippers and warn her:
Wait until Saturday, I've got another for you-
-Are you coming?-
The Saturday is the celebration for his seventy, with his friends from all his life, some of whom I already know
Am I going to lose it?
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