There was nothing that could provoke more pleasure for me than watching others get fucked, as you know; preferably heterosexual men of an age to deserve it, cummers, hornbags, fags...
I would win them over with sympathy and good treatment, I would get favors and loans from the patron of the Santa Monica ranch in Santo Tomé.
My way of acting made them doubt, but when the locals got comfortable, they'd order a couple of beers and open up while I'd head-butt them and ask them straight-up questions.
And so by skill, the degree of heat and the size of the cock and eggs were selecting me in threes. Two medium-sized cocks for one large, two large cocks for a normal one; in my head 'I was forming teams' while I went through the locker rooms in the afternoon examining everyone and each one.
Every 15 days I would organize a trick tournament at my house whose 'main prize' was to have a trio with a veteran woman; a milf. I'd offer them a night of men with sex and alcohol in exchange for letting me watch them in action. No one ever refused and everyone accepted the rule that never more than three and being careful with the woman. The rule was normal, intense but quiet sex.
She was looking for women who could take it and had experience, hungry spinster bitches with cock cravings; unfaithful wives with party fantasies; oxidized widows who would squirt when those hard cocks like a mesquite tree ripped apart their tight pussy from disuse.
It produced in me a near-paroxysmal ecstasy seeing so closely how those bars of flesh slid with effort between the folds of the vulva during the first penetration. To smell in the air that heavy and tasty odor of sweat and fluids, to hear them panting, groaning, screaming.
Watch how those friends' eggs did top in the edges of those full and demanding shells.
I would win them over with sympathy and good treatment, I would get favors and loans from the patron of the Santa Monica ranch in Santo Tomé.My way of acting made them doubt, but when the locals got comfortable, they'd order a couple of beers and open up while I'd head-butt them and ask them straight-up questions.And so by skill, the degree of heat and the size of the cock and eggs were selecting me in threes. Two medium-sized cocks for one large, two large cocks for a normal one; in my head 'I was forming teams' while I went through the locker rooms in the afternoon examining everyone and each one.Every 15 days I would organize a trick tournament at my house whose 'main prize' was to have a trio with a veteran woman; a milf. I'd offer them a night of men with sex and alcohol in exchange for letting me watch them in action. No one ever refused and everyone accepted the rule that never more than three and being careful with the woman. The rule was normal, intense but quiet sex. She was looking for women who could take it and had experience, hungry spinster bitches with cock cravings; unfaithful wives with party fantasies; oxidized widows who would squirt when those hard cocks like a mesquite tree ripped apart their tight pussy from disuse.It produced in me a near-paroxysmal ecstasy seeing so closely how those bars of flesh slid with effort between the folds of the vulva during the first penetration. To smell in the air that heavy and tasty odor of sweat and fluids, to hear them panting, groaning, screaming.Watch how those friends' eggs did top in the edges of those full and demanding shells.
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