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No te vas a arrepentir
LA GATITA
PARTE 1 DE 2
Mi padre solía decirme a modo de broma, 'cuando busques una compañera, buscate una fea, así nadie te la va a mirar, porque las lindas son todas putas, y tarde o temprano te van a cagar'
Yo era aún muy joven cuando él se mató en un accidente de tránsito, y no pudo ver con sus propios ojos lo cierto y macabro que resultaron esas palabras que siempre me decía con una sonrisa en los labios.
Me ganaba la vida como profesor de educación física, me había especializado en natación, así que en invierno daba clases en un club importante de la ciudad y en temporadas de verano, era uno de los guarda vidas del complejo natatorio.
Todo fue bien entre mis veinticinco y treinta años, viví esa típica situación en que las chicas se crean un amor platónico con el guarda vidas, el muchacho mayor, musculoso, bronceado, con esa imagen de super hombre que todo lo puede, una imagen que pasaba por el morbo de las chicas más de lo que yo buscaba.
Jugué el juego, aproveché la jugada y pude disfrutar de la sexualidad de muchas jovencitas, sin quererlo me transformé en la presa que muchas querían cazar.
Nunca me creí lo que las jóvenes idealizaban en mí, no puedo hacerme responsable de sus fantasías, en el fondo, solo era un tipo laburante que se ganaba el sustento trabajando desde muy temprano hasta muy tarde, un tipo de barrio, que disfrutaba tomar unas cervezas con sus amigos, ser profesional en lo que hacía, en resumen, no iba a ese complejo natatorio a presumir mi rostro de baby face, pero era cierto que disfrutaba estar rodeado de las más lindas jovencitas del lugar, que parecían competir entre ellas para ver quien lucía más atractiva.
Tenía treinta y tres cuando mi vida daría un vuelco, era un año más, como todos, hasta mediados de febrero, cuando la temporada llegaba a su fin, un día apareció ella, estaba con tres amigas, no era de la zona, pero le habían recomendado el complejo para disfrutar un domingo de sol, Zaira, creo que me enamoré a primera vista, ella vino al natatorio y mis ojos se perdieron en la perfección de su rostro, en sus curvas de sirena, en ese traje de baño tan diminuto que tan bien le quedaba, es que ella no tenía ningún defecto, sus proporciones eran justas, sus pechos exultantes, su vientre plano, su cintura envidiable y una cola para morir infartado, si hasta los tatoo que lucía parecían hechos a su medida.
Y sentí que la historia estaba invertida, porque ella me ignoraba, ni siquiera me había registrado y fui yo el tonto payaso que hizo de todo como para que ella dijera 'guau! que rico está el guarda vidas!', pero no, ella estaba muy de amigas, solo metiéndose al agua y saliendo a tomar sol al borde de la piscina como una diva.
Me las arreglé para ir a charlarles de cualquier cosa, fue cuando supe su nombre, que apenas tenía veinte años y que al ver su sonrisa ya no tendría retorno.
La invité a salir, se transformó en mi obsesión y me costó muchísimo 'escalar la montaña', pasé casi un año tratando que fuera solo mía, porque ella estaba en otra cosa, no le interesaba un compromiso y pasé por muchas negativas y evasivas, pero al final me salí con la mía.
Fui el hombre más feliz del mundo, tenía una mujer llamativa y bonita, un demonio en la cama, y ciertamente parecía ser un anillo demasiado grande para lucir en mí dedo, pero diablos, yo la había conquistado.
Lo cierto es que Zaira no era todo perfección, todo belleza, todo dulzura, ella tenía un férreo carácter y era muy dueña de tomar sus propias decisiones, no permitía que yo influenciara en su vida personal. Ella trabajaba sirviendo tragos en un bar de mediocre reputación, tipo ocho de la noche empezaba cada día y volvía cerca de las dos de la mañana, lo sabía cuándo lo conocí y lo acepté en ese momento con la intención de cambiarlo a futuro, cosa que nunca sucedería.
Con la convivencia, poco a poco ese empleo comenzó molestarme en demasía, no nos coincidían los horarios, no me gustaba el lugar, ella contaba que estaba siempre lleno de adinerados que iban en busca de prostitutas, donde los ebrios se mezclaban con las medias de redes, donde se cocinaban demasiados negocios sucios. Además, a un sitio así, Zaira debía concurrir un tanto provocativa y llamativa, cosa que no le costaba nada, y todo eso empezó a hacerme demasiado ruido y traer problemas en nuestra relación.
Yo insistía con que solo dejase eso, esa vida no era para ella, no me gustaba esperarla a altas horas de la madrugada, me preocupaba, me dolía verla llegar vestida como prostituta, con olor a cigarros, frituras y alcohol, pero ella me decía que ese era su sitio, que yo ya lo sabía y que, si no confiaba en ella, la puerta estaba abierta. Me conformé con eso antes que perderla.
Es que, me hacía sentir tan pleno, tan dichoso, tan envidiado, en esos días de cuidar el natatorio ella siempre me acompañaba, con trajes de baño cada vez más pequeños, caminaba con la opulencia de pavo real, acaparando la mirada de cada varón del lugar y la cruel envidia de cada mujer que se sentía dejada en segundo plano por su pareja, entonces yo la miraba y sacaba pecho y me decía 'Zaira es solo mía!', pero... lo era?
Como dije, ella trabajaba a diario en un horario no muy habitual, en general todas las noches me quedaba solo en casa, cenaba, a veces miraba algo por tv, alguna película en Netflix, algún video en YouTube, también solía quedarme escuchando alguna playlist en Spotify y en algunas oportunidades a navegar por la web en temas de mi interés.
Solía frecuentar algunas páginas porno, como creo que todo hombre hace, a mirar videos, fotos, y ya saben. Buscaba por acá, por allá, chicas bonitas, profesionales, amateurs, colas, tetas, conchas, de todo un poco sin otra intención que llenar mi vista y ocupar mi tiempo.
Había visto de todo lo que imaginen, ya nada era nuevo y hubiera esperado encontrar cualquier cosa, menos lo que encontré por esas cosas del destino, un post dedicado a mi esposa.
I felt like my blood was boiling suddenly, saying something like the ones from the southern zone, there wasn't his name, only her photos of a slut, photos that I had once shared with him, even some that I had taken myself, I thought I would die in that instant, as if a sharp dagger was piercing my heart to rip out thousands of unanswered questions. I just kept staring at the screen, how much beauty together, I sighed, but how the hell did those photos get there? My wife, my beloved Zaira, half-naked like a slut, on display for everyone, and me a complete ignoramus.
I swallowed saliva and went to take a drink, then came back to look at the photos again, already more calm and as the minutes passed my inner fire was extinguishing to fill my heart with ice, it was time to think, to understand, to be smart.
Without wanting to, I would transform into a detective in no time, left the photos aside and focused on the writings accompanying my wife's slut and the comments of other users, the crab called himself who had created everything, I wouldn't forget his name, I just swallowed saliva and prepared myself to keep going.
Zaira arrived around 3 am, I saw the hour when she snuggled up beside me, it was weird, I wasn't annoyed, I didn't want to ask, there was only a tense calm that needed to be treated with utmost care.
The following days wouldn't be the best, on the outside I was calm, cold, tranquil, but inside I had a bomb ready to explode that made it impossible to defuse before it exploded
Yesterday I was a happy guy, with the most beautiful woman in the world, today I felt like a miserable wretch.
In what was left of that week, I took my nights of solitude to set my trap, not knowing if it would work, went back to find my wife's post and looked for the crab, after giving him the highest score I wrote to his private chat, congratulating him on the slut he had uploaded to the web, on the face of headmaster. I had waited a bit, anxious, until finally I received a 'thank you' from her side, and luckily for me, the bridge I was building was being received on the other side, so I used my minutes that day and the following days to establish trust between us to get what I wanted.
That Saturday afternoon, it had been raining heavily, normally I would have taken advantage of rolling around with my wife, but that day not, I was just sitting at the edge of the table with my notebook, had a date with the crab, Zaira, unaware of everything, putting herself more and more beautiful, more and more slut, since the night would arrive soon and she had 'to work', I just waited for her to go online.
Hello crab! I hope you tell me everything about that slut that drives me crazy!
Hello Euro85! - that was my nick - what do you want me to tell?
Everything, it heats me up a lot and gives me a lot of morbo, do you know how she's called?
Ja ja! no, everyone knows her and calls her 'gatita', but doesn't know her name
And where did you meet her?
In a pub from hell, she usually serves drinks, and many fools like me come just to see her for a while
I imagine... but tell me more... so I won't interrupt
I don't know, it's a terrible slut...
I swallowed saliva and chewed on anger, of course the crab couldn't imagine that I was just with the cuck of the husband of gatita.
I looked over the screen, Zaira was in the kitchen, less than three meters away, giving me her back, unaware of everything, listening to music from her cell phone with earphones, moving in a sensual way without even imagining that I was watching her, with a multicolored short that drew an ass of anthology, no doubt she was the expression of perfect femininity.
I lowered my gaze to start reading...
We had gone a few times to that place with a friend, always looking for some slut, and we had already been told about 'gatita', known in the environment. We took a few laps around the place, and went to the bar, there are many girls serving, but she is unique, stands out from all, we asked for some drinks, she was very cordial and the chat went back and forth between the three of us, it seemed to be working, we were paying, she was selling, you know how that game is. Brian and I started discussing who would be the lucky one to stay with the prize of the night, the little cat only laughed in complicity, I pulled out a coin, Brian chose heads, I threw it into the air, but she intervened and caught the coin in mid-air, and said something like 'guys, maybe I'm a trophy? because better not me?'
I imagine... that slut - I wrote to keep teasing the crab -
She told the other girls to cover her for a bit, walked around the bar and came from where we were standing, what a woman, how she walks, how she contours! She put herself between us, with those suggestive touches, you know, between smiles, she caressed our necks, Brian circled her waist, I couldn't hold back and went straight for her enormous ass in front of everyone, she didn't mind, but told me looking at me, that I was going too fast.
Then she took my friend away to the dance floor on one side, I got upset because I assumed I had lost the game, but on the other hand, wow! seeing her from a distance, it was unpayable!. After a few minutes, the little cat looked at me, smiled and winked an eye for me to come to her side.
I raised my eyes again, Zaira passed by my side towards the bathroom, unfortunately she gave me a smile and wiggled her eye, it was very sexy, but in that moment I could only see the similarity between what she did to me and what she did to others, I assimilated that somehow I wasn't special, I was just one more among many, and a gift that seemed to be only for me, turned out to be a well-rehearsed trick she knew by heart, I breathed resignedly and lowered my gaze to continue reading.
It was a very hot dance, sweat, bodies against each other, One in front of the other, rubbing our sexes, she kissed Brian very deep and then me, our hands no longer had control and it was all so crazy that we would have had sex right there, until she took us to the bar again, it was time to make a decision, but the very slut said something like 'I can't choose just one, so I'll stay with both', Brian asked then 'how much will this game cost' and she only responded offended 'do you see me as a slut who thinks she can charge you?', look, friend, that woman is not from this planet.
Follow, follow - I just said that to keep the mood
Well, the very slut told us to go to some hotel, but something quick because she was married, poor cuck!
I sent smiling emojis, but at that moment if I had had it in front of me I would have grabbed its neck.
It was late, Zaira was getting ready to leave, she came out of the bedroom, looking perfect in a black pantaloon with that slicked-back hair, a white top with psychedelic designs that barely covered her generous breasts, with a leather jacket full of plate details, very short, at the waist, just to leave her enormous ass available for everyone's view, I swallowed saliva in the middle of anger and excitement, drew a false smile while she bid me farewell, adjusting her hair and making sure her makeup looked perfect, closed the door and I felt her leaving.
I went for a beer, came back to the notebook concentration and apologized to the crab, and told it to continue
We went to my house, which was the closest and cheapest, served some drinks and put on music, Brian had already taken over, she was eating him up, I went around his back and left her like a sandwich filling, we danced softly, her kisses were distributed between my friend's lips and mine, it was very tasty, because slowly we started undressing, you can't imagine the perfection of those breasts, her waist, her depilated lips, that Woman! Don't be so much - I wrote trying to play the game Ja! you'd have to see her, a goddess of love! In the end, without us asking she was masturbating with her hands, one and the other, didn't take long to get down on our feet, started sucking left and right, very tasty, very sensual, did it so slowly, so rhythmic that you could tell how much she was enjoying it, a wonder, I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth, but then she only went for Brian and left me wanting, after driving him crazy he came back for me And then they went to bed? - I rushed the dialogue Yes, I lifted her up in my arms and threw her on the bed, my friend started sucking her tits and I went between her legs, a huge and juicy pussy, the very slut was all dripping, grunting like a pig and begging us to fuck her, but between the two of us we held her back by force, those completely shaved lips, that fat and hot clitoris! We only took her to climax and didn't stop until the end, she was twisting in pleasure. When it ended she couldn't stand me licking her clitoris, it was very sensitive, I lowered a bit and started sucking her ass, the daughter of slut had everything open! And in those seconds I imagined all the cocks that would have surely passed through there I took the last sip of beer that was already hot and went for another can, felt confused when I surprised myself with an erection and didn't understand what was going on in my head, everything was mixed up, everything was upside down, I returned to my seat, the crab was still writing without knowing I had stopped for a few seconds, filled the glass and continued with his writings CONTINUES... If you liked this story you can write me with title 'LA GATITA' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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No te vas a arrepentir
LA GATITA
PARTE 1 DE 2
Mi padre solía decirme a modo de broma, 'cuando busques una compañera, buscate una fea, así nadie te la va a mirar, porque las lindas son todas putas, y tarde o temprano te van a cagar'
Yo era aún muy joven cuando él se mató en un accidente de tránsito, y no pudo ver con sus propios ojos lo cierto y macabro que resultaron esas palabras que siempre me decía con una sonrisa en los labios.
Me ganaba la vida como profesor de educación física, me había especializado en natación, así que en invierno daba clases en un club importante de la ciudad y en temporadas de verano, era uno de los guarda vidas del complejo natatorio.
Todo fue bien entre mis veinticinco y treinta años, viví esa típica situación en que las chicas se crean un amor platónico con el guarda vidas, el muchacho mayor, musculoso, bronceado, con esa imagen de super hombre que todo lo puede, una imagen que pasaba por el morbo de las chicas más de lo que yo buscaba.
Jugué el juego, aproveché la jugada y pude disfrutar de la sexualidad de muchas jovencitas, sin quererlo me transformé en la presa que muchas querían cazar.
Nunca me creí lo que las jóvenes idealizaban en mí, no puedo hacerme responsable de sus fantasías, en el fondo, solo era un tipo laburante que se ganaba el sustento trabajando desde muy temprano hasta muy tarde, un tipo de barrio, que disfrutaba tomar unas cervezas con sus amigos, ser profesional en lo que hacía, en resumen, no iba a ese complejo natatorio a presumir mi rostro de baby face, pero era cierto que disfrutaba estar rodeado de las más lindas jovencitas del lugar, que parecían competir entre ellas para ver quien lucía más atractiva.
Tenía treinta y tres cuando mi vida daría un vuelco, era un año más, como todos, hasta mediados de febrero, cuando la temporada llegaba a su fin, un día apareció ella, estaba con tres amigas, no era de la zona, pero le habían recomendado el complejo para disfrutar un domingo de sol, Zaira, creo que me enamoré a primera vista, ella vino al natatorio y mis ojos se perdieron en la perfección de su rostro, en sus curvas de sirena, en ese traje de baño tan diminuto que tan bien le quedaba, es que ella no tenía ningún defecto, sus proporciones eran justas, sus pechos exultantes, su vientre plano, su cintura envidiable y una cola para morir infartado, si hasta los tatoo que lucía parecían hechos a su medida.
Y sentí que la historia estaba invertida, porque ella me ignoraba, ni siquiera me había registrado y fui yo el tonto payaso que hizo de todo como para que ella dijera 'guau! que rico está el guarda vidas!', pero no, ella estaba muy de amigas, solo metiéndose al agua y saliendo a tomar sol al borde de la piscina como una diva.
Me las arreglé para ir a charlarles de cualquier cosa, fue cuando supe su nombre, que apenas tenía veinte años y que al ver su sonrisa ya no tendría retorno.
La invité a salir, se transformó en mi obsesión y me costó muchísimo 'escalar la montaña', pasé casi un año tratando que fuera solo mía, porque ella estaba en otra cosa, no le interesaba un compromiso y pasé por muchas negativas y evasivas, pero al final me salí con la mía.
Fui el hombre más feliz del mundo, tenía una mujer llamativa y bonita, un demonio en la cama, y ciertamente parecía ser un anillo demasiado grande para lucir en mí dedo, pero diablos, yo la había conquistado.
Lo cierto es que Zaira no era todo perfección, todo belleza, todo dulzura, ella tenía un férreo carácter y era muy dueña de tomar sus propias decisiones, no permitía que yo influenciara en su vida personal. Ella trabajaba sirviendo tragos en un bar de mediocre reputación, tipo ocho de la noche empezaba cada día y volvía cerca de las dos de la mañana, lo sabía cuándo lo conocí y lo acepté en ese momento con la intención de cambiarlo a futuro, cosa que nunca sucedería.
Con la convivencia, poco a poco ese empleo comenzó molestarme en demasía, no nos coincidían los horarios, no me gustaba el lugar, ella contaba que estaba siempre lleno de adinerados que iban en busca de prostitutas, donde los ebrios se mezclaban con las medias de redes, donde se cocinaban demasiados negocios sucios. Además, a un sitio así, Zaira debía concurrir un tanto provocativa y llamativa, cosa que no le costaba nada, y todo eso empezó a hacerme demasiado ruido y traer problemas en nuestra relación.
Yo insistía con que solo dejase eso, esa vida no era para ella, no me gustaba esperarla a altas horas de la madrugada, me preocupaba, me dolía verla llegar vestida como prostituta, con olor a cigarros, frituras y alcohol, pero ella me decía que ese era su sitio, que yo ya lo sabía y que, si no confiaba en ella, la puerta estaba abierta. Me conformé con eso antes que perderla.
Es que, me hacía sentir tan pleno, tan dichoso, tan envidiado, en esos días de cuidar el natatorio ella siempre me acompañaba, con trajes de baño cada vez más pequeños, caminaba con la opulencia de pavo real, acaparando la mirada de cada varón del lugar y la cruel envidia de cada mujer que se sentía dejada en segundo plano por su pareja, entonces yo la miraba y sacaba pecho y me decía 'Zaira es solo mía!', pero... lo era?
Como dije, ella trabajaba a diario en un horario no muy habitual, en general todas las noches me quedaba solo en casa, cenaba, a veces miraba algo por tv, alguna película en Netflix, algún video en YouTube, también solía quedarme escuchando alguna playlist en Spotify y en algunas oportunidades a navegar por la web en temas de mi interés.
Solía frecuentar algunas páginas porno, como creo que todo hombre hace, a mirar videos, fotos, y ya saben. Buscaba por acá, por allá, chicas bonitas, profesionales, amateurs, colas, tetas, conchas, de todo un poco sin otra intención que llenar mi vista y ocupar mi tiempo.
Había visto de todo lo que imaginen, ya nada era nuevo y hubiera esperado encontrar cualquier cosa, menos lo que encontré por esas cosas del destino, un post dedicado a mi esposa.
I felt like my blood was boiling suddenly, saying something like the ones from the southern zone, there wasn't his name, only her photos of a slut, photos that I had once shared with him, even some that I had taken myself, I thought I would die in that instant, as if a sharp dagger was piercing my heart to rip out thousands of unanswered questions. I just kept staring at the screen, how much beauty together, I sighed, but how the hell did those photos get there? My wife, my beloved Zaira, half-naked like a slut, on display for everyone, and me a complete ignoramus.I swallowed saliva and went to take a drink, then came back to look at the photos again, already more calm and as the minutes passed my inner fire was extinguishing to fill my heart with ice, it was time to think, to understand, to be smart.
Without wanting to, I would transform into a detective in no time, left the photos aside and focused on the writings accompanying my wife's slut and the comments of other users, the crab called himself who had created everything, I wouldn't forget his name, I just swallowed saliva and prepared myself to keep going.
Zaira arrived around 3 am, I saw the hour when she snuggled up beside me, it was weird, I wasn't annoyed, I didn't want to ask, there was only a tense calm that needed to be treated with utmost care.
The following days wouldn't be the best, on the outside I was calm, cold, tranquil, but inside I had a bomb ready to explode that made it impossible to defuse before it exploded
Yesterday I was a happy guy, with the most beautiful woman in the world, today I felt like a miserable wretch.
In what was left of that week, I took my nights of solitude to set my trap, not knowing if it would work, went back to find my wife's post and looked for the crab, after giving him the highest score I wrote to his private chat, congratulating him on the slut he had uploaded to the web, on the face of headmaster. I had waited a bit, anxious, until finally I received a 'thank you' from her side, and luckily for me, the bridge I was building was being received on the other side, so I used my minutes that day and the following days to establish trust between us to get what I wanted.
That Saturday afternoon, it had been raining heavily, normally I would have taken advantage of rolling around with my wife, but that day not, I was just sitting at the edge of the table with my notebook, had a date with the crab, Zaira, unaware of everything, putting herself more and more beautiful, more and more slut, since the night would arrive soon and she had 'to work', I just waited for her to go online.
Hello crab! I hope you tell me everything about that slut that drives me crazy!
Hello Euro85! - that was my nick - what do you want me to tell?
Everything, it heats me up a lot and gives me a lot of morbo, do you know how she's called?
Ja ja! no, everyone knows her and calls her 'gatita', but doesn't know her name
And where did you meet her?
In a pub from hell, she usually serves drinks, and many fools like me come just to see her for a while
I imagine... but tell me more... so I won't interrupt
I don't know, it's a terrible slut...
I swallowed saliva and chewed on anger, of course the crab couldn't imagine that I was just with the cuck of the husband of gatita.
I looked over the screen, Zaira was in the kitchen, less than three meters away, giving me her back, unaware of everything, listening to music from her cell phone with earphones, moving in a sensual way without even imagining that I was watching her, with a multicolored short that drew an ass of anthology, no doubt she was the expression of perfect femininity.
I lowered my gaze to start reading...
We had gone a few times to that place with a friend, always looking for some slut, and we had already been told about 'gatita', known in the environment. We took a few laps around the place, and went to the bar, there are many girls serving, but she is unique, stands out from all, we asked for some drinks, she was very cordial and the chat went back and forth between the three of us, it seemed to be working, we were paying, she was selling, you know how that game is. Brian and I started discussing who would be the lucky one to stay with the prize of the night, the little cat only laughed in complicity, I pulled out a coin, Brian chose heads, I threw it into the air, but she intervened and caught the coin in mid-air, and said something like 'guys, maybe I'm a trophy? because better not me?'
I imagine... that slut - I wrote to keep teasing the crab -
She told the other girls to cover her for a bit, walked around the bar and came from where we were standing, what a woman, how she walks, how she contours! She put herself between us, with those suggestive touches, you know, between smiles, she caressed our necks, Brian circled her waist, I couldn't hold back and went straight for her enormous ass in front of everyone, she didn't mind, but told me looking at me, that I was going too fast.
Then she took my friend away to the dance floor on one side, I got upset because I assumed I had lost the game, but on the other hand, wow! seeing her from a distance, it was unpayable!. After a few minutes, the little cat looked at me, smiled and winked an eye for me to come to her side.
I raised my eyes again, Zaira passed by my side towards the bathroom, unfortunately she gave me a smile and wiggled her eye, it was very sexy, but in that moment I could only see the similarity between what she did to me and what she did to others, I assimilated that somehow I wasn't special, I was just one more among many, and a gift that seemed to be only for me, turned out to be a well-rehearsed trick she knew by heart, I breathed resignedly and lowered my gaze to continue reading.
It was a very hot dance, sweat, bodies against each other, One in front of the other, rubbing our sexes, she kissed Brian very deep and then me, our hands no longer had control and it was all so crazy that we would have had sex right there, until she took us to the bar again, it was time to make a decision, but the very slut said something like 'I can't choose just one, so I'll stay with both', Brian asked then 'how much will this game cost' and she only responded offended 'do you see me as a slut who thinks she can charge you?', look, friend, that woman is not from this planet.
Follow, follow - I just said that to keep the mood
Well, the very slut told us to go to some hotel, but something quick because she was married, poor cuck!
I sent smiling emojis, but at that moment if I had had it in front of me I would have grabbed its neck.
It was late, Zaira was getting ready to leave, she came out of the bedroom, looking perfect in a black pantaloon with that slicked-back hair, a white top with psychedelic designs that barely covered her generous breasts, with a leather jacket full of plate details, very short, at the waist, just to leave her enormous ass available for everyone's view, I swallowed saliva in the middle of anger and excitement, drew a false smile while she bid me farewell, adjusting her hair and making sure her makeup looked perfect, closed the door and I felt her leaving.
I went for a beer, came back to the notebook concentration and apologized to the crab, and told it to continue
We went to my house, which was the closest and cheapest, served some drinks and put on music, Brian had already taken over, she was eating him up, I went around his back and left her like a sandwich filling, we danced softly, her kisses were distributed between my friend's lips and mine, it was very tasty, because slowly we started undressing, you can't imagine the perfection of those breasts, her waist, her depilated lips, that Woman! Don't be so much - I wrote trying to play the game Ja! you'd have to see her, a goddess of love! In the end, without us asking she was masturbating with her hands, one and the other, didn't take long to get down on our feet, started sucking left and right, very tasty, very sensual, did it so slowly, so rhythmic that you could tell how much she was enjoying it, a wonder, I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth, but then she only went for Brian and left me wanting, after driving him crazy he came back for me And then they went to bed? - I rushed the dialogue Yes, I lifted her up in my arms and threw her on the bed, my friend started sucking her tits and I went between her legs, a huge and juicy pussy, the very slut was all dripping, grunting like a pig and begging us to fuck her, but between the two of us we held her back by force, those completely shaved lips, that fat and hot clitoris! We only took her to climax and didn't stop until the end, she was twisting in pleasure. When it ended she couldn't stand me licking her clitoris, it was very sensitive, I lowered a bit and started sucking her ass, the daughter of slut had everything open! And in those seconds I imagined all the cocks that would have surely passed through there I took the last sip of beer that was already hot and went for another can, felt confused when I surprised myself with an erection and didn't understand what was going on in my head, everything was mixed up, everything was upside down, I returned to my seat, the crab was still writing without knowing I had stopped for a few seconds, filled the glass and continued with his writings CONTINUES... If you liked this story you can write me with title 'LA GATITA' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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