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No te vas a arrepentir
La Mejor
Había fallado en la relación con mi esposa, es que por años me había empeñado en ser lo que se suponía que debía ser. Una novia, otra novia, otra más hasta que llegó la indicada, matrimonio feliz, familia feliz, el orgullo de papá y mamá.
Pero muy en lo profundo, en mi intimidad sabía que las mujeres no me llenaban por completo, la pasaba bien cierto, pero siempre me quedaba con un sabor agridulce. Y no es que me gustaran los chicos, solo pensar estar con alguien de mí mismo sexo hasta me causaba náuseas.
Un poco por curiosidad, cuando aún no llegaba a los treinta años tuve mi primera relación con una chica trans, una experiencia tan original como adictiva.
Fue algo prohibido, oculto y clandestino, en esos días aún estaba en pareja con quien era mi mujer, ella incluso estaba embarazada del que sería nuestro único hijo y si bien no es excusa, sentí que ella en su mundo materno me había dejado en segundo plano.
Recuerdo que habíamos discutido por una sonsera, una pavada, y una cosa trajo a otra e hizo de una leve ventisca una tormenta de verano. Solo me fui de casa por unas horas, quería acomodar mis ideas y le pedí que no me llamara, que me diera espacio.
Salí con el coche a dar vueltas, por cualquier lado, sin plan, sin destino, y solo me encontré por calle Corrientes, el lugar común donde las chicas trans suelen ofrecer su sexo.
Y bueno, solo se dio, mezcla de mi enfado y mi curiosidad, paré el coche por acá y por allá, hasta que di con ella, se hacía llamar Ornella, una rubia con cara de ángel y un cuerpo muy bonito, bastante rellenita, pero de lindas curvas.
Terminamos en un hotel de poca monta, apenas una hora, recuerdo que tenía la piel blanca como la leche y era muy femenina, demasiado, pasiva por completo. Tenía un pene pequeño, se lo chupé mucho pero no pude lograr que se pusiera dudo, a pesar de eso, me gustó la experiencia, era la primera vez que tenía 'eso' en mi boca.
Después ella me la chupó bastante y después le hice la cola un buen rato, por cierto, tema tabú con mi mujer.
Fue muy rico por ser mi primera vez, le di los billetes pactados y nos despedimos con un rico beso, ella me dijo que me si me había gustado ya sabía en que esquina encontrarla, le respondí con una sonrisa cómplice, le dije que seguramente no faltaría oportunidad, aunque yo sabía que esa historia no se repetiría.
Volví a casa, era tarde, mi mujer estaba en la cama leyendo un libro, yo fui por una ducha, me sentía sucio, aunque mi suciedad estaba por dentro. Luego fui a su lado y el enojo que teníamos me sirvió de pretexto para no tener que responder preguntas que no deseaba responder, solo apagué la luz volteé de lado y la dejé sola en su lectura dándole la espalda.
Ese encuentro con Ornella marcaría un antes y un después en mi vida, me di cuenta que siempre había hecho y me había portado como los demás querían que hiciera y me portara, descubrí que mi vida había sido una gran mentira y que tenía que tomar una decisión, o seguía viviendo en una nube de engaños o reseteaba todo y empezaba de nuevo.
Cambiar no fue fácil, no era solo 'apagar y encender', yo apreciaba mucho a Ana, mi esposa, teníamos una relación en común, compartíamos la casa, el coche, un negocio de ramos generales con el que nos ganábamos la vida, de alguna madera éramos esposos y socios, y lo más importante, mi hijo que venía en camino.
La separación me costó seis años de mi vida, tortuosos trámites con abogados de por medio, discusiones, acuerdos, litigios.
Me gané su odio, jamás supo de Ornella y de todas las chicas trans que fui frecuentando en esos días, solo le dije que ya no la amaba, solo eso, sin más excusas, sin más palabras.
Ana nunca se resignó a perderme, trató de reconquistarme, y solo cuando vio que no había retorno cambió de postura, trató de hundirme dolida en su amor propio.
Me pegó por todas partes y jugó las cartas más sucias, el pequeño Jerónimo, mi bebé, trató de apartarme de su lado y solo me hizo la vida imposible, solo exigía el dinero de la cuota alimentaria y la ley perversa estaba de su parte, como padre tenía pocos derechos y demasiadas obligaciones.
Pero esa es otra historia, solo lo quería dejar por escrito para dejar notar que nada fue fácil
Cuando logré encarrilar el tren, promediaba ya los treinta años, me acercaba a los cuarenta, las cosas con mi ex habían quedado lo más claras posible, incluso ella andaba mezclada en un nuevo romance, yo trabajaba en una cadena internacional de supermercados, la paga era buena, y alquilaba un monoambiente bastante coqueto en la zona norte de la ciudad.
I chose to live life my way, and without having to give explanations to anyone, I started spending my money on these special girls, and I met many, too many perhaps, and could tell a story with each of them.
A wide portfolio of the type of women that drove me crazy, taller ones, shorter ones, thinner ones, chubbier ones. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, some introverted, others extroverted.
I had girls in my bed who were totally passive, who only enjoyed it when I put it in, with flaccid penises, like Ornella was, and others more masculine, with whom I could play role-playing games, girls with hard and juicy penises.
Personally, I enjoyed everything, without reservations, without pretenses, I adored giving and receiving oral and anal sex, and I realized how many years of pleasure I had lost.
My encounters were always one-time, rarely did I repeat, and I always looked for new experiences because each girl was different and special in her own way.
At some point in the story, I had slept with so many that the raw material started to run out and I began to search online, chat, join forums, and different sites of people who shared my tastes. I became addicted to trans girls and a hardened consumer, and the more I had, the more I wanted.
I got into a very special environment, in a world where we lived with girls with penises and men addicted to them, it was a matter of narrating experiences, who was this way, who was that other way, and so I remember someone recommended Moria to me, as she called herself, they told me there would be a before and after passing through her bed.
I contacted her through an escort page where she offered her services, several photos left me guessing who she was. Moria caused mixed feelings in me, on the one hand her body looked sculptural, it was perfection in a woman, a small waist, commendable legs, a prominent butt and rich breasts with marked nipples, the white marks of her swimsuit. After sunbathing I found her irresistible, but on the other hand, her face didn't match her body, she wasn't beautiful or even close to it, rather her masculine features were very marked, too many for my taste, I had been with many transsexual girls who certainly looked feminine, but Moria needed a lot of improvement in that regard.
However, she was recommended on many forums and the photos of her cock were certainly intimidating, even for the bravest, I assumed they might be retouched, but whatever, I masturbated secretly just imagining what wouldn't take long to happen.
I took her number and we went straight to WhatsApp, not giving much thought to arranging the meeting.
I was punctual that afternoon, as agreed, she had an apartment so it seemed like a plus, equally, she valued her time highly.
She received me with courtesy, leaving me with a kiss on the cheek and an abundance of feminine perfume, Moria wore a tight top that outlined her breasts and a very short skirt at the edge of impossibility, her backside marked in a way that was too irresistible, she looked sexy in red stockings and garters.
I also noticed she was wearing high-heeled shoes and despite this, I towered over her, it was quick on the first move, caressing my bulge through my pants while telling me at my ear that we had to count the bills first.
I did my part, while she counted the money I stayed watching her and the 23 years she said she was seemed little, for me around thirty.
When she finished, she went for some drinks and a sparkling wine, Moria told me then that she didn't sell sex like all the others, she offered a complete service, which sounded very convincing to me.
We drank, one glass and another, I felt uninhibited and advanced where she was, started kissing her, she was burning, but she slipped out of my arms and asked me to follow her to the room, I followed with my eyes. pierced in her beautiful asshole. The bedroom was indeed special, the bed was enormous and old, with four posts at the corners that supported a small ceiling, it was half-lit, surrounded by small scented candles that gave a particular essence to the situation, I found it very original.
Moria started kissing me and raising the temperature, I felt her tongue in my mouth, and her breasts pressed against my chest, I undressed quickly, contrasting with the slowness with which she did it, I searched desperately for her crotch, reached her prominent bulge, but she made me move aside with a perverse smile. She pushed me onto the bed making me recline and came over me, riding me in a very feminine position, I released the straps of her bra and her beautiful breasts floated above my face, showing very white skin with enormous nipples that seemed too interesting to me. I went for one, then the other, back to her mouth and again to her breasts.
My restless hands had lifted her skirt and were playing with her enormous glutes, barely protected by a thong almost like dental floss.
I was hot, Moria only rubbed her cock against mine, despite there being clothes in between that made everything very erotic, she looked at me and asked if I liked it.
She went to the side to finish undressing, I did the same, then I checked what I had seen in the photos, a huge and majestic cock, hard like steel, impressive, intimidating.
Moria came back at me, only this time inverted over me, starting to suck me off and letting me suck her off.
Honestly, I couldn't concentrate much on what she was doing, I was lost in what I was doing, my eyes filled with the close-up of her beautiful ass, her entire sphincter was fully dilated and that pleased me a lot, her balls shone and her cock inserted itself more and more into my mouth, to the point of impossibility.
But I still didn't know anything about Moria and her fame, she had warned me that she 'killed' you and was about to discover it. Only took the initiative, sat me down on the bed and my back rested against the wall, came over me, played with her enormous cock on my face and put it in my mouth for her to suck a little, more than half remained outside, then started pushing, more and more, I couldn't take so much and only got raped, inside, millimeter by millimeter, went into my throat, almost couldn't breathe, but she kept pushing while telling me
You're going to eat it all! I don't know how she did it, but her shaved pubis was hitting my lips, started taking me, literally, barely retreating the minimum to push very deep again, I couldn't, and she was a locomotive, unstoppable, my glottis was annulled, I couldn't swallow, my own saliva was dripping from my mouth and tears were escaping from my eyes, I escaped that prison with great effort, but as if it were a ring fight, Moria in a precise movement, like an anaconda, had caught me again, my neck was trapped between her legs, she had them crossed and with the force of her thighs pushing so hard that she forced me to swallow it all again, I was exhausted, without strength, with more than twenty centimeters of meat stuck until the bottom of my mouth.
I resigned myself, gave in, no more resisting, and she just kept taking me with force. Suddenly, I felt a thick molasses deep in my esophagus, like an internal cataract of hot semen filling me up, her cock pulsating in my mouth due to incessant ejaculation, I felt my heart beating so hard it was about to escape from my chest and my own cock too hot.
When Moria withdrew satisfied, my face was all drooled on and my mouth felt bitter from the whole cum that had been forced down my throat. I breathed trying to recover, with a pain in my throat from the terrible cock that had eaten me. She just laughed, got up, it was my turn.
Not much to count, I was very hot, Moria was perfect, a perfect ass, a perfect sphincter, a perfect image, she just put herself on without resistance, and in a couple of minutes she had finished, as quickly as a premature ejaculator. While she took off the condom, she made a detour and leaned against my back, kissed my neck, caressed my shoulders, and I felt her enormous cock hard again playing with my buttocks.
She was very skilled at her romantic detours, discreetly, without me noticing, while she She passed a rope through my hand and in a blink had me prisoner, it was original, and with some disguised struggles and passivity on my part, I let myself be dragged along her original proposal.
In just a few minutes, I was lying face down on the bedspread, with both hands tied to the backboard of the bed.
She got on top of me, riding me, but I couldn't see her; she made sure I noticed as she took one of the many candles lighting up the room.
Now we're going to play, she said in a tone of sin.
Suddenly, my back received a drop of hot wax, which triggered an involuntary contraction and a contained cry out, I bit my lips and clenched my fists, pulled with all my might, but only managed to tighten the rope even more; she repeated the game, over and over again, I was excited by this perversion in which I was lost and couldn't do anything, she took her time, feeling her enormous cock resting on my buttocks.
I was completely given over to that madness, Moria came up to my ear and whispered that there was still better to come.
She kissed my neck, caressing my back, avoiding the wax that had solidified on my skin as it slowly descended, reaching my buttocks; she used her hands to part them, then I felt her eating my bum with her lips.
I lost myself irretrievably, Moria was kissing and licking my bum very tasty, feeling her tongue entering my anus, she was penetrating me very tasty, making me desire, making me moan, lifting my bum as high as possible to get closer; she then gave me a strong slap on the buttocks and told me that she had me where she wanted me.
She took a few seconds, I could see her putting on a condom on her enormous member, and lubricating it...
Do you like what you see? - I asked, noticing how I was looking
Yes! Yes, Moria! I desire, break everything... - I replied, full of eagerness
She got back into position as if to ride me again, playing with her penis on my anus; I tried my luck, but it was very big, very thick and... I pulled out a moan of pain, neither the work of her kisses nor the lubricant was enough, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but she told me to hold on you're going to eat it all up!
She came back at it again and again until I felt her entering me completely, I thought I would die, it hurt too much, but that situation of violation and punishment with pain running down my spine only drove me crazy.
I started screaming, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, Moria was making me eat it all up and I loved it, I grasped the ropes holding me by the wrists and surrendered to pleasure, let her do whatever she wanted, open me up completely, give herself a treat
Moria was taking my ass like a wild bull, leaning over my ear and asking if I liked it, with dirty words that made me too hot.
My cock was hard, trapped between my stomach and the sheets, and the constant rubbing took me to an immeasurable pleasure, I felt myself coming again, because I loved what she was doing, without wanting to my sphincter had those natural spasms while the semen came out of my cock, uncontrollable, furious.
She kept going for a bit more, and I would have wanted that moment never to end. Suddenly Moria pulled her enormous cock out of my ass, and I felt her masturbating, the hot cum shots, as hot as the wax, started raining down on my back from the neck down, one after another, without peace, until there was none left.
She stayed playing with her cock already flaccid on my ass for a few minutes, leaving the last drops of juice on them.
She released my wrists and kissed me sweetly, caressing her tits on the still-warm cum on my skin.
Moria would turn into a different girl, she would be my number one fan, I would go back to her again and again, to pay her to make me eat it, to violate me by mouth forcing me to swallow her juices, I only get excited thinking... If you doubt it, I recommend the most active transgender girl that crossed my life... You liked the story, you can write me with the title 'THE BEST' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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No te vas a arrepentir
La Mejor
Había fallado en la relación con mi esposa, es que por años me había empeñado en ser lo que se suponía que debía ser. Una novia, otra novia, otra más hasta que llegó la indicada, matrimonio feliz, familia feliz, el orgullo de papá y mamá.
Pero muy en lo profundo, en mi intimidad sabía que las mujeres no me llenaban por completo, la pasaba bien cierto, pero siempre me quedaba con un sabor agridulce. Y no es que me gustaran los chicos, solo pensar estar con alguien de mí mismo sexo hasta me causaba náuseas.
Un poco por curiosidad, cuando aún no llegaba a los treinta años tuve mi primera relación con una chica trans, una experiencia tan original como adictiva.
Fue algo prohibido, oculto y clandestino, en esos días aún estaba en pareja con quien era mi mujer, ella incluso estaba embarazada del que sería nuestro único hijo y si bien no es excusa, sentí que ella en su mundo materno me había dejado en segundo plano.
Recuerdo que habíamos discutido por una sonsera, una pavada, y una cosa trajo a otra e hizo de una leve ventisca una tormenta de verano. Solo me fui de casa por unas horas, quería acomodar mis ideas y le pedí que no me llamara, que me diera espacio.
Salí con el coche a dar vueltas, por cualquier lado, sin plan, sin destino, y solo me encontré por calle Corrientes, el lugar común donde las chicas trans suelen ofrecer su sexo.
Y bueno, solo se dio, mezcla de mi enfado y mi curiosidad, paré el coche por acá y por allá, hasta que di con ella, se hacía llamar Ornella, una rubia con cara de ángel y un cuerpo muy bonito, bastante rellenita, pero de lindas curvas.
Terminamos en un hotel de poca monta, apenas una hora, recuerdo que tenía la piel blanca como la leche y era muy femenina, demasiado, pasiva por completo. Tenía un pene pequeño, se lo chupé mucho pero no pude lograr que se pusiera dudo, a pesar de eso, me gustó la experiencia, era la primera vez que tenía 'eso' en mi boca.
Después ella me la chupó bastante y después le hice la cola un buen rato, por cierto, tema tabú con mi mujer.
Fue muy rico por ser mi primera vez, le di los billetes pactados y nos despedimos con un rico beso, ella me dijo que me si me había gustado ya sabía en que esquina encontrarla, le respondí con una sonrisa cómplice, le dije que seguramente no faltaría oportunidad, aunque yo sabía que esa historia no se repetiría.
Volví a casa, era tarde, mi mujer estaba en la cama leyendo un libro, yo fui por una ducha, me sentía sucio, aunque mi suciedad estaba por dentro. Luego fui a su lado y el enojo que teníamos me sirvió de pretexto para no tener que responder preguntas que no deseaba responder, solo apagué la luz volteé de lado y la dejé sola en su lectura dándole la espalda.
Ese encuentro con Ornella marcaría un antes y un después en mi vida, me di cuenta que siempre había hecho y me había portado como los demás querían que hiciera y me portara, descubrí que mi vida había sido una gran mentira y que tenía que tomar una decisión, o seguía viviendo en una nube de engaños o reseteaba todo y empezaba de nuevo.
Cambiar no fue fácil, no era solo 'apagar y encender', yo apreciaba mucho a Ana, mi esposa, teníamos una relación en común, compartíamos la casa, el coche, un negocio de ramos generales con el que nos ganábamos la vida, de alguna madera éramos esposos y socios, y lo más importante, mi hijo que venía en camino.
La separación me costó seis años de mi vida, tortuosos trámites con abogados de por medio, discusiones, acuerdos, litigios.
Me gané su odio, jamás supo de Ornella y de todas las chicas trans que fui frecuentando en esos días, solo le dije que ya no la amaba, solo eso, sin más excusas, sin más palabras.
Ana nunca se resignó a perderme, trató de reconquistarme, y solo cuando vio que no había retorno cambió de postura, trató de hundirme dolida en su amor propio.
Me pegó por todas partes y jugó las cartas más sucias, el pequeño Jerónimo, mi bebé, trató de apartarme de su lado y solo me hizo la vida imposible, solo exigía el dinero de la cuota alimentaria y la ley perversa estaba de su parte, como padre tenía pocos derechos y demasiadas obligaciones.
Pero esa es otra historia, solo lo quería dejar por escrito para dejar notar que nada fue fácil
Cuando logré encarrilar el tren, promediaba ya los treinta años, me acercaba a los cuarenta, las cosas con mi ex habían quedado lo más claras posible, incluso ella andaba mezclada en un nuevo romance, yo trabajaba en una cadena internacional de supermercados, la paga era buena, y alquilaba un monoambiente bastante coqueto en la zona norte de la ciudad.
I chose to live life my way, and without having to give explanations to anyone, I started spending my money on these special girls, and I met many, too many perhaps, and could tell a story with each of them.A wide portfolio of the type of women that drove me crazy, taller ones, shorter ones, thinner ones, chubbier ones. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, some introverted, others extroverted.
I had girls in my bed who were totally passive, who only enjoyed it when I put it in, with flaccid penises, like Ornella was, and others more masculine, with whom I could play role-playing games, girls with hard and juicy penises.
Personally, I enjoyed everything, without reservations, without pretenses, I adored giving and receiving oral and anal sex, and I realized how many years of pleasure I had lost.
My encounters were always one-time, rarely did I repeat, and I always looked for new experiences because each girl was different and special in her own way.
At some point in the story, I had slept with so many that the raw material started to run out and I began to search online, chat, join forums, and different sites of people who shared my tastes. I became addicted to trans girls and a hardened consumer, and the more I had, the more I wanted.
I got into a very special environment, in a world where we lived with girls with penises and men addicted to them, it was a matter of narrating experiences, who was this way, who was that other way, and so I remember someone recommended Moria to me, as she called herself, they told me there would be a before and after passing through her bed.
I contacted her through an escort page where she offered her services, several photos left me guessing who she was. Moria caused mixed feelings in me, on the one hand her body looked sculptural, it was perfection in a woman, a small waist, commendable legs, a prominent butt and rich breasts with marked nipples, the white marks of her swimsuit. After sunbathing I found her irresistible, but on the other hand, her face didn't match her body, she wasn't beautiful or even close to it, rather her masculine features were very marked, too many for my taste, I had been with many transsexual girls who certainly looked feminine, but Moria needed a lot of improvement in that regard.
However, she was recommended on many forums and the photos of her cock were certainly intimidating, even for the bravest, I assumed they might be retouched, but whatever, I masturbated secretly just imagining what wouldn't take long to happen.
I took her number and we went straight to WhatsApp, not giving much thought to arranging the meeting.
I was punctual that afternoon, as agreed, she had an apartment so it seemed like a plus, equally, she valued her time highly.
She received me with courtesy, leaving me with a kiss on the cheek and an abundance of feminine perfume, Moria wore a tight top that outlined her breasts and a very short skirt at the edge of impossibility, her backside marked in a way that was too irresistible, she looked sexy in red stockings and garters.
I also noticed she was wearing high-heeled shoes and despite this, I towered over her, it was quick on the first move, caressing my bulge through my pants while telling me at my ear that we had to count the bills first.
I did my part, while she counted the money I stayed watching her and the 23 years she said she was seemed little, for me around thirty.
When she finished, she went for some drinks and a sparkling wine, Moria told me then that she didn't sell sex like all the others, she offered a complete service, which sounded very convincing to me.
We drank, one glass and another, I felt uninhibited and advanced where she was, started kissing her, she was burning, but she slipped out of my arms and asked me to follow her to the room, I followed with my eyes. pierced in her beautiful asshole. The bedroom was indeed special, the bed was enormous and old, with four posts at the corners that supported a small ceiling, it was half-lit, surrounded by small scented candles that gave a particular essence to the situation, I found it very original.
Moria started kissing me and raising the temperature, I felt her tongue in my mouth, and her breasts pressed against my chest, I undressed quickly, contrasting with the slowness with which she did it, I searched desperately for her crotch, reached her prominent bulge, but she made me move aside with a perverse smile. She pushed me onto the bed making me recline and came over me, riding me in a very feminine position, I released the straps of her bra and her beautiful breasts floated above my face, showing very white skin with enormous nipples that seemed too interesting to me. I went for one, then the other, back to her mouth and again to her breasts.
My restless hands had lifted her skirt and were playing with her enormous glutes, barely protected by a thong almost like dental floss.
I was hot, Moria only rubbed her cock against mine, despite there being clothes in between that made everything very erotic, she looked at me and asked if I liked it.
She went to the side to finish undressing, I did the same, then I checked what I had seen in the photos, a huge and majestic cock, hard like steel, impressive, intimidating.
Moria came back at me, only this time inverted over me, starting to suck me off and letting me suck her off.
Honestly, I couldn't concentrate much on what she was doing, I was lost in what I was doing, my eyes filled with the close-up of her beautiful ass, her entire sphincter was fully dilated and that pleased me a lot, her balls shone and her cock inserted itself more and more into my mouth, to the point of impossibility.
But I still didn't know anything about Moria and her fame, she had warned me that she 'killed' you and was about to discover it. Only took the initiative, sat me down on the bed and my back rested against the wall, came over me, played with her enormous cock on my face and put it in my mouth for her to suck a little, more than half remained outside, then started pushing, more and more, I couldn't take so much and only got raped, inside, millimeter by millimeter, went into my throat, almost couldn't breathe, but she kept pushing while telling me
You're going to eat it all! I don't know how she did it, but her shaved pubis was hitting my lips, started taking me, literally, barely retreating the minimum to push very deep again, I couldn't, and she was a locomotive, unstoppable, my glottis was annulled, I couldn't swallow, my own saliva was dripping from my mouth and tears were escaping from my eyes, I escaped that prison with great effort, but as if it were a ring fight, Moria in a precise movement, like an anaconda, had caught me again, my neck was trapped between her legs, she had them crossed and with the force of her thighs pushing so hard that she forced me to swallow it all again, I was exhausted, without strength, with more than twenty centimeters of meat stuck until the bottom of my mouth.I resigned myself, gave in, no more resisting, and she just kept taking me with force. Suddenly, I felt a thick molasses deep in my esophagus, like an internal cataract of hot semen filling me up, her cock pulsating in my mouth due to incessant ejaculation, I felt my heart beating so hard it was about to escape from my chest and my own cock too hot.
When Moria withdrew satisfied, my face was all drooled on and my mouth felt bitter from the whole cum that had been forced down my throat. I breathed trying to recover, with a pain in my throat from the terrible cock that had eaten me. She just laughed, got up, it was my turn.
Not much to count, I was very hot, Moria was perfect, a perfect ass, a perfect sphincter, a perfect image, she just put herself on without resistance, and in a couple of minutes she had finished, as quickly as a premature ejaculator. While she took off the condom, she made a detour and leaned against my back, kissed my neck, caressed my shoulders, and I felt her enormous cock hard again playing with my buttocks.
She was very skilled at her romantic detours, discreetly, without me noticing, while she She passed a rope through my hand and in a blink had me prisoner, it was original, and with some disguised struggles and passivity on my part, I let myself be dragged along her original proposal.
In just a few minutes, I was lying face down on the bedspread, with both hands tied to the backboard of the bed.
She got on top of me, riding me, but I couldn't see her; she made sure I noticed as she took one of the many candles lighting up the room.
Now we're going to play, she said in a tone of sin.
Suddenly, my back received a drop of hot wax, which triggered an involuntary contraction and a contained cry out, I bit my lips and clenched my fists, pulled with all my might, but only managed to tighten the rope even more; she repeated the game, over and over again, I was excited by this perversion in which I was lost and couldn't do anything, she took her time, feeling her enormous cock resting on my buttocks.
I was completely given over to that madness, Moria came up to my ear and whispered that there was still better to come.
She kissed my neck, caressing my back, avoiding the wax that had solidified on my skin as it slowly descended, reaching my buttocks; she used her hands to part them, then I felt her eating my bum with her lips.
I lost myself irretrievably, Moria was kissing and licking my bum very tasty, feeling her tongue entering my anus, she was penetrating me very tasty, making me desire, making me moan, lifting my bum as high as possible to get closer; she then gave me a strong slap on the buttocks and told me that she had me where she wanted me.
She took a few seconds, I could see her putting on a condom on her enormous member, and lubricating it...
Do you like what you see? - I asked, noticing how I was looking
Yes! Yes, Moria! I desire, break everything... - I replied, full of eagerness
She got back into position as if to ride me again, playing with her penis on my anus; I tried my luck, but it was very big, very thick and... I pulled out a moan of pain, neither the work of her kisses nor the lubricant was enough, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but she told me to hold on you're going to eat it all up!
She came back at it again and again until I felt her entering me completely, I thought I would die, it hurt too much, but that situation of violation and punishment with pain running down my spine only drove me crazy.
I started screaming, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, Moria was making me eat it all up and I loved it, I grasped the ropes holding me by the wrists and surrendered to pleasure, let her do whatever she wanted, open me up completely, give herself a treat
Moria was taking my ass like a wild bull, leaning over my ear and asking if I liked it, with dirty words that made me too hot.
My cock was hard, trapped between my stomach and the sheets, and the constant rubbing took me to an immeasurable pleasure, I felt myself coming again, because I loved what she was doing, without wanting to my sphincter had those natural spasms while the semen came out of my cock, uncontrollable, furious.
She kept going for a bit more, and I would have wanted that moment never to end. Suddenly Moria pulled her enormous cock out of my ass, and I felt her masturbating, the hot cum shots, as hot as the wax, started raining down on my back from the neck down, one after another, without peace, until there was none left.
She stayed playing with her cock already flaccid on my ass for a few minutes, leaving the last drops of juice on them.
She released my wrists and kissed me sweetly, caressing her tits on the still-warm cum on my skin.
Moria would turn into a different girl, she would be my number one fan, I would go back to her again and again, to pay her to make me eat it, to violate me by mouth forcing me to swallow her juices, I only get excited thinking... If you doubt it, I recommend the most active transgender girl that crossed my life... You liked the story, you can write me with the title 'THE BEST' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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