Hunt of married women (1): The spiritual

The story I'm about to describe is a real event from some love affairs or simply sex that I've had over time. Where I've dedicated myself to meeting people through different platforms, whether it's groups of singles and singles, dating app or internet pages.

In a brief description my name is Juan, I'm 35 years old, short brown hair. I'm thin, weigh 65 kg and stand at 1.70 meters tall. A super normal person.

One night after uploading a photo to a Facebook group to make friends, I contacted a girl named Yohana. Through comments, messages, and laughter in that digital world, I managed to get Yohana to pass me her WhatsApp.

Obviously, as was to be expected, she was in a relationship. She had two children, lived in a low-income area of the city. Yohana was a very sensual woman, 1.70 meters tall, medium-sized breasts (95 cm), well-defined waist. She had a bit of belly, but it looked super sexy. Long hair, almost black. A big booty and well-proportioned. At 34 years old, mother of two children aged 3 and 8. In a relationship with the father of her children for several years, one of her few loves. This didn't give her much interest or time. She said with great pain that for him she was first his work and car. Attitudes like this made her feel extremely exhausted as she didn't feel loved or valued.

After obtaining her WhatsApp and passing the days, I started a conversation to get to know her interests and learn about her. I could gather data such as: her economic situation, which wasn't the best, since she didn't work but studied. She boasted of having a very high moral standard and being a woman of faith. Equipped with extremely high moral discourses and extreme value codes. Yohana was a frequent attendee at a local church. I remember the precise afternoon when everything started to take on a more sexual and hot tone between us.

Hello, how are you? What are you doing? my message asked,
Hello Juan, I'm studying. I'm trying to concentrate, she replied. And I couldn't. I was thinking of you - it responds. I took advantage and sent her a photo of myself in boxers, which was about to burst due to the terrible erection generated by my penis. In which one could appreciate a large package.

—Wow! Now I'm totally distracted, I want to see more of that! —She responds.

Obviously, what followed were very sexy photos where she left herself with black lingerie as the lightest. A very small thong that she wore on her powerful ass and a bra with transparencies. To finish, gifting me photos of her beautiful breasts which had enormous areolas. Which put my cock very stiff.

The days went by and this situation did not repeat itself, since she excused herself saying it didn't do those things, that she was going to church, that she wasn't feeling well, and similar things. Our chats continued until a Thursday night when I said:

—Honestly, the photo of your breasts you sent me a few days ago doesn't let me sleep. It turns me on! —Adding a photo of my completely erect penis, very swollen and over 22 cm long.

—You make me want to tempt! You achieve things I never did. —Was her response.

The night continued with several photos and this time videos. Where she showed me everything humanly possible. From a video taking off her pants to show me what underwear she was wearing in that round bum, until lifting up her shirt to let me see those brown nipples that warmed me up so much.

Her enormous areolas had small grains near the nipple, which occurs after breastfeeding. These grains generate a very minimal secretion which has a certain aroma. They help the baby recognize where the nipple is to feed.

She had already let her breasts be sucked by her two sons and now she was going to chew on them herself. That same night I proposed coming to the workshop where I work to get to know each other. So this would stop being a virtual relationship and become something more physical and pleasant for both of us.

We agreed that the Saturday at 11 am she was going to stop by the workshop to meet up and have lunch together. At that hour, especially on Saturdays, there wasn't anyone doing activities like during the week.

It was 11:10 and she was at the door. Very beautiful. She was wearing a blouse with lace and transparency on her shoulders. A corset that made her very big-breasted and a black high pant that when you saw it, you'd fall into temptation to handle her ass well.

We sat down in the dining room. I served her a coffee to take something while we talked for a bit. Until I said:

—Do you know I have many desires to kiss you? Come closer! —Stretching out my hand from my chair.

She accepted without problems coming closer to have more intimate contact. My tongue was entering and leaving her mouth with great passion, my hands were rubbing strongly over her paralyzed ass again and again without any brake. To finish, I squeezed her breasts under her blouse in a very bold way. The kisses didn't reach so I freed her breasts which were prisoners of a tight corset.

Immediately, I lifted up her blouse to taste with my tongue her King-size nipples again and again from top to bottom. My mouth devoured her tits until I felt her nipples getting harder every time. For long moments, I sucked on her breasts wildly. Far from lowering the intensity of the situation, my hand unbuttoned her pant to be able to run her underwear and start playing with her intimacy. While her pants slowly fell down to her knees. My fingers were getting wet one by one inside her. Three fingers entered her tight vagina to agitate without equal. Meanwhile, I was putting my tongue in her mouth until her throat.

—I love you, let's fuck here at the dining table... (I said)

—Not here! It bothers me... Is there no other place?

—Let's go downstairs (I suggested)

Already downstairs and after removing her blouse, I proposed not to leave any part of her majestic tits without licking. While I was rubbing them in my face with great skill. My wet fingers kept slipping inside her, making her delirious with pleasure in that dark place.

No more turns, I get down on my knees in front of her. After removing my baptized fingers from the inside of her and getting ready to give her a good tongue-lashing to make her see stars. Minutes of pure slapstick with my tongue. My mouth tasted the vibrant juices of her fiery slit. The more I sucked her pussy, the wetter she got. The more I passed my tongue over her vaginal folds, the more flavor I had in my mouth. The more I licked her clitoris, the more she moaned.

After this oral preamble, where I could suck her savory vagina to my heart's content and like a wild animal, I managed to get up on my two legs.

I took hold of her waist and pushed her against the wall, leaving her facing it, securing a free path for me to enter from behind.

Are you going to screw me standing up? she asks.

I'm going to screw you really hard, I respond.

As I unwind my hard cock like a rock and agitate it with the sole purpose of penetrating her.

But, please be careful! Don't you have condoms? she asks, looking at me with a hint of innocence.

I'm going to screw you without a condom! I don't like wasting money, I say, while supporting the head of my cock on the door of her wet pussy.

No... wait! she tries to tell me.

With a pelvic movement, I penetrate her halfway with my cock, which makes her jump and scrape against the wall in pleasure.

Do you want it all, slut?

Ay ay ay, give it to me all!... I was ovulating yesterday! Be careful! she comments between moans and cries of pleasure.

Another movement to push my cock completely inside her.

You're fully inside now! It doesn't matter if you were ovulating, get ready because I'm going to screw you like never before, momma!

With one hand on her waist and the other on her hair. For 25 long minutes, I made her bounce back and forth over my pelvis again and again. I saw how my lubricated cock entered and left inside her. Her bouncing ass was sounding like applause with each thrust of my ardent and long cock. Her cries of pleasure were increasing. Still pulling her by the hair with one hand and holding onto her breasts as if they were the handlebars of a bicycle, I'd say to her ear: —This little gift goes inside, I'll leave you a blessing... (A blessing) —Please finish already! —Exhale with very faint voice. I pushed my cock all the way in until I felt it hitting the bottom inside her and spat out all my semen like a volcano erupting, feeling as if my cum was bathing the inner vaginal walls of Yohana. I kept shaking myself to make sure every last drop of sperm remained deep within her being We got dressed, said our goodbyes, and never saw each other again...

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