This summer of pandemic I didn't go to Mar del Plata like I always do, so my entertainment and fun have to be done here in Carapachay. That's why I went to Marisa's house last Saturday, one of my neighbors from the neighborhood, and even though it wasn't a date, I had a great time. Not just eating sandwichitos.
It turns out that months ago I created a Twitter account, and among my few followers was this Marisa, a blonde with short hair, mature women who get me excited. We hit it off with tweets and I tempted to eat cold cuts (remember, that excites me) with her. I asked for her phone number, called her, she answered great and just accepted that I come over with cold cuts, as she said she loves them. Excited, I got dressed in a shirt, clear pants, and sandals, but no perfume, you'll see why. I grabbed the package of cold cuts and brought it to her, she received me and after preparing everything I fulfilled my dream of sandwiches with her, apart from lots of mayonnaise at my request to warm me up more.
But the cold cuts weren't the issue this time around my madness. Marisa had told me that she was a cosmetics seller and also flirtatious. And when she gave me a kiss I lost it over her little lip balm smell, apart from her perfumes, clothes, and everything else, apart from the cold cuts. And well, after dinner I asked about her lipstick, what scent, her work, everything. And while she was telling me, so crazy that I was wanting to ask for it and paint myself, but no idea how, couldn't do it like that.
Until Marisa's daughter being lesbian was mentioned. And then my lamp lit up not only the little one, but everything down there, you know. Grabbing her confession, I told her: Uh, look, I'm going to confess something to you, you know that I don't like men, but I use women's clothes and I like painting my lips. I waited to see what reaction from the blonde, maybe she'd kick me out. Nothing to it, the lovely one laughed, made jokes, and took it all naturally. Ha ha, so you're a client of my cosmetics then, well, many men are like that, it's normal, don't worry. And asked if I had it at home and if I did it often. Just now not, I don't have much money and they are very expensive, but I added but if I could I would paint my lips right now. Marisa was going to be again and asked me the same thing: Are you serious about painting your lips right now? Look, you're here with me, it's not worth it, she said. Crazy me replied that it didn't matter, that she should forgive me but I would paint my lips anyway.
And incredibly, Marisa got angry: Well, then wait for my fuck you, re gaucha, more than I thought. She went to the room, searched her fine leather wallet, listened to the zipper open and closed, and I felt my penis under my pants. And what when a rat came back with a fine lip liner in hand. Take it, it's strong red, you'll look very nice with your fair skin. Without hesitation, I grabbed it, opened it, looked at myself in her mirror, passed the lip liner over my mouth twice, and it left me looking beautiful. Excited I returned it to her and thanked her, and while she was screwing me and all that, I asked for a second trip to the bathroom.
Why? Obvious girls, to jerk off. I got into the toilet, searched for hand cream on the shelves of the dresser, found it, put it on, and after the smell of the cream and lip liner, I lowered my pants, sat down on the toilet, grabbed my dick with both hands, and when I had it long and hard, I jerked off in front of and behind, thinking about the woman, her sandwiches, her cosmetics, and her feminine aroma. And in less than 10 seconds I ejaculated semen in bursts that soaked my legs and the bathroom floor. And since I didn't come, what was I going to achieve, I sent myself a second masturbation, even stronger, and returned to ejaculate hard. Now you understand why I didn't put on perfume, right?
Then I washed up, got dressed, and went back with Marisa, and told her that I was looking at myself and liked it, total lie if I wasn't in a state of boiling jerk-off. Yes girls, I gave myself another pleasure, sandwiches, mayonnaise, painting my lips, and masturbation. And that's even though I didn't get laid, almost didn't happen. But when there's no bread, sweet cakes come well.
It turns out that months ago I created a Twitter account, and among my few followers was this Marisa, a blonde with short hair, mature women who get me excited. We hit it off with tweets and I tempted to eat cold cuts (remember, that excites me) with her. I asked for her phone number, called her, she answered great and just accepted that I come over with cold cuts, as she said she loves them. Excited, I got dressed in a shirt, clear pants, and sandals, but no perfume, you'll see why. I grabbed the package of cold cuts and brought it to her, she received me and after preparing everything I fulfilled my dream of sandwiches with her, apart from lots of mayonnaise at my request to warm me up more.
But the cold cuts weren't the issue this time around my madness. Marisa had told me that she was a cosmetics seller and also flirtatious. And when she gave me a kiss I lost it over her little lip balm smell, apart from her perfumes, clothes, and everything else, apart from the cold cuts. And well, after dinner I asked about her lipstick, what scent, her work, everything. And while she was telling me, so crazy that I was wanting to ask for it and paint myself, but no idea how, couldn't do it like that.
Until Marisa's daughter being lesbian was mentioned. And then my lamp lit up not only the little one, but everything down there, you know. Grabbing her confession, I told her: Uh, look, I'm going to confess something to you, you know that I don't like men, but I use women's clothes and I like painting my lips. I waited to see what reaction from the blonde, maybe she'd kick me out. Nothing to it, the lovely one laughed, made jokes, and took it all naturally. Ha ha, so you're a client of my cosmetics then, well, many men are like that, it's normal, don't worry. And asked if I had it at home and if I did it often. Just now not, I don't have much money and they are very expensive, but I added but if I could I would paint my lips right now. Marisa was going to be again and asked me the same thing: Are you serious about painting your lips right now? Look, you're here with me, it's not worth it, she said. Crazy me replied that it didn't matter, that she should forgive me but I would paint my lips anyway.
And incredibly, Marisa got angry: Well, then wait for my fuck you, re gaucha, more than I thought. She went to the room, searched her fine leather wallet, listened to the zipper open and closed, and I felt my penis under my pants. And what when a rat came back with a fine lip liner in hand. Take it, it's strong red, you'll look very nice with your fair skin. Without hesitation, I grabbed it, opened it, looked at myself in her mirror, passed the lip liner over my mouth twice, and it left me looking beautiful. Excited I returned it to her and thanked her, and while she was screwing me and all that, I asked for a second trip to the bathroom.
Why? Obvious girls, to jerk off. I got into the toilet, searched for hand cream on the shelves of the dresser, found it, put it on, and after the smell of the cream and lip liner, I lowered my pants, sat down on the toilet, grabbed my dick with both hands, and when I had it long and hard, I jerked off in front of and behind, thinking about the woman, her sandwiches, her cosmetics, and her feminine aroma. And in less than 10 seconds I ejaculated semen in bursts that soaked my legs and the bathroom floor. And since I didn't come, what was I going to achieve, I sent myself a second masturbation, even stronger, and returned to ejaculate hard. Now you understand why I didn't put on perfume, right?
Then I washed up, got dressed, and went back with Marisa, and told her that I was looking at myself and liked it, total lie if I wasn't in a state of boiling jerk-off. Yes girls, I gave myself another pleasure, sandwiches, mayonnaise, painting my lips, and masturbation. And that's even though I didn't get laid, almost didn't happen. But when there's no bread, sweet cakes come well.
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