A different cuck... Marcela XLI

It was 10 am and it was 30 degrees, it was going to be a tremendous beach day, we prepared ourselves and went down to the street for a taxi... Marce threw herself on a mini demolition and a short remerita above her bikini... she was divine, the dwarf had that bronze tan although light, with those blue eyes, black hair, and that perfect smile, it gave her that unique touch of beauty... more so the slut that she was, nothing could go wrong... already upstairs in the taxi, that beauty didn't go unnoticed, the driver, a veteran African-style Negro, checked her out a few times, she was radiant and didn't care but I had already detonated, you can imagine... -Naaaa the driver is checking you out now -Shhhh shut up, buddy!- with that slutty smile I knew -If you don't understand! Tranquil-aunt knowing that old guy probably understood Spanish more than we understood Portuguese... I spoke a little but she didn't speak at all-show me something poor old man want? -Naaaa how are you, haha! I told you on the beach that I was going to show him lying down! -Daaale show him something poor... start here... take off your thong and sit in the middle and open your legs so he can see the word: pussy do you want? -You're crazy?!- opening her eyes wide and smiling divinely-you want me to let the old guy grab me? -Do you want the old guy to grab you, slut?! -Not even in hell! haha... guys remember me -Good but let's start playing then... warm him up a bit poor old man give him... never showed the word: pussy directly... show it to him -Jaja you're terrible cockhold... do you want me to show her the word: pussy?- with that hot look I already knew -Yes... show her the word: pussy to this old male give her Ella always looked at me and was already losing her smile due to a gesture of heat, discreetly raised her mini and took off her bikini... she smiled and put it in her backpack... I watched everything and swear I would have gotten off if I could... the cock was so hard now, she had come up and looked at me hotly... -Are you sure you want him to open his legs to this old male? -It's your duty, I'd say show him the word: pussy to old, slut... She smiled and looked to the side making herself silly and opened her legs... The old guy was already checking everything out, probably understood when Marce offered himself like that, automatically started looking in the rearview mirror, had glasses but you could tell he was looking... although he was driving calmly... I interrupted him directly in Portuguese (transcribed in Spanish for better interpretation): -Do you like it when people look at your wife, sir, is that so? A little surprised me but I liked it... almost without a breath of heat I replied: -That's right, boss... Does he like what he sees? -His wife is beautiful, sir -That's right... What's her name? -Roberto, sir -Does he like the word pussy from my wife, Roberto? The old guy didn't respond... I looked at Marce's crotch first and then at me... -What does it say?-Marce didn't understand anything but was smiling... had closed her legs but I opened them again, she let herself be done... she was blushing and smiling nervously... -Does Roberto like the word pussy from my wife? -This is a joke, sir?-looking at me seriously -Not at all... we just like to play with my lady... Does he like it, Roberto? He looked at me without understanding but also seemed red-faced... you could tell the old guy was getting excited... -His wife is beautiful if -Does he like his pussy? The other time I looked at Marce's crotch and then at me again... -Yes... she's all wet... it shows from here... -Is that so?-I'm crazy with heat-want to check if it's wet by putting my finger in? -That would be a pleasure-he finally said after a few moments, looking at me... I was lost in thought... -What does it say?-Marce was completely silent... What are you all wet for? She suddenly closed her legs although she was still smiling... Oh boy! That's enough... this old guy is going to want to grab me and I don't want that! Enough, Fran! -Are you really all wet, slut? She looked at me for an instant and finally smiled -Yes, silly... Did you like showing the word pussy to the old guy? She was looking outside and not answering me... -Did you like showing the word pussy, Marce? She looked at me, looked at the old guy, and finally answered: -If...but I don't want Fran to catch me -Tranquil...we're not going to do anything you don't want... I smiled and looked at her with my eyes open again...she let herself be taken again...the gaze was hot although she seemed uncomfortable...I glanced at the old man who listened to everything but didn't say a word...he was driving and there wasn't much time before we reached the beach...

-Now if Roberto...you can see how wet my wife is for showing her pussy, please... The old man looked at me first and then at her, who wasn't looking but left her legs open...he slid his right hand timidly between the seats and touched Marce's leg first, which made her shudder but she didn't say anything...he kept going up slowly until his hand disappeared under my wife's mini...in a second Marce sighed and looked at me hot with a face like a bad girl...the old man started moving his hand...clearly he was fingering her from in front and while driving...there wasn't much time before we reached the beach...and I didn't think Marce would have to wait much longer to cum judging by her agitation...I closed my eyes and slid into the seat, offering more of her pussy to the old man who was having a feast...we could hear the masturbation of how wet she was...nobody said anything...Marce grabbed my cock which was very hard and rubbed it over my pants...I wasn't giving much either...the excitement was supreme...I rarely felt something like that...and Marce too, judging by what she told me later...

-Do you like the masturbation your old man gives you? -Ahhhh putooooo! I love it ahhh! I lifted her mini and saw how the old man was fingering her divinely from in front and with his hand back to front...he wasn't getting tired and kept driving...Marce was in the clouds, although she was muffling her moans... -Ahhhh this old man is putting his finger in my ass ahhhh! -Leave it slut...leave it alone let him do it...-Leave it? He put it back in me again, you idiot ahhh! She only opened her eyes to talk to me because afterwards... She was enjoying herself... she was flushed and her hair was disheveled from sliding onto the seat...the old man barely looked at her or handled her but he was really getting into it...-What does he think of my wife's pussy and ass, Roberto?-I was ecstatic about the situation of being there with my slut delivering her to a stranger...nothing...we arrived at the beach...and I slammed on the brakes...she turned around without saying anything and changed hands...now she had him holding her from in front...he started giving her a monumental blowjob...my wife's pussy sounded like it was soaked...she had her legs open, letting herself go and already moaning like a divine slut...people were walking by but between the tinted windows of the car and each one going their own way, no one noticed anything...I just let my cock be because I couldn't take it anymore and started jerking off too, watching how the old man was now really into it, masturbating frenetically to my wife...and Marce finished...and like she finished...I rarely heard her like that, she grabbed the headrests with her legs open and the old man almost in between, started screaming like a lunatic, ending after a minute of screaming...grits that muffled the closed windows of the car...I put away my cock because I thought things were getting out of hand but we got away...nobody bothered us...my wife finished cumming quietly...when she composed herself, she got up from the old man's proximity, looked at me and smiled all flushed with her hair a disaster...she had drool on her lips that she wiped off laughing...the old man turned around without saying anything, calculated the fare in the taximeter...I thought he was cold-blooded...nobody spoke...Marce had already settled down and was waiting submissively with a face full of fuck...divine...the old man charged me, I paid and we got out...-Did the old man at least enjoy it?-Marce laughing -My wife asked if Roberto enjoyed her...The old man didn't say anything but from the window he made the Italian gesture of bocato di cardinale by licking his fingers...we left laughing like teenagers at the beach while Roberto smiled at us from the taxi...