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I'm Ezequiel. I'm 37 years old. I'm living my sexual fullness. About a year and a half ago, I met a beautiful woman on social media who is 45 years old. She's a total lady! She's the embodiment of my sexual desire made flesh.
All my fantasies were compressed into that woman. She's both a saint and a slut, and her two facets are excellent. Obviously, we're emotionally connecting too. Since the day I had sex with her, I haven't had eyes or cock for another woman. Our attraction was unstoppable. Two months later (after corresponding analyses), we were already having sex... Oh my god... if I liked it before, feeling her inside was heaven itself.
I see her only once a week. She has her kids, work, and recreational activities that take up most of the week, and since we live far apart, we're left with one day to kill ourselves and then resurrect until the next encounter. This is why I'm recounting this. Each time we break all our sexual records... but the magic and calm last 48/72 hours. So that's when I start jerking off.
I enter PornHub and also watch videos I recorded with her. Every now and then, I add some marijuana stimulation (I'm not a regular consumer, I only use it to compose on the piano). It adds sensitivity and divine tickles. I usually serve myself a drink, smoke one, and jerk off like crazy. But one night around 23:30 hs something tragic happened.
I was in my thing when I felt like I was hearing noises like furniture moving and a woman crying. I kept going, thinking it was the typical high-induced paranoia, but this repeated itself more strongly. My unease increased. I took out my earbuds and confirmed that there was a discussion on the floor above. That's where the typical 50-year-old couple without kids lives, half-asleep and routine.
She doesn't stand out, she's very little thing with white skin, timid breasts, with a lovely waist and a bum that always pokes out in her black leggings. I approached the entrance door of my apartment to see if things calmed down or it was already time to intervene maybe. Meanwhile, I was putting on my pants.
In that moment, I heard her open her door and come out crying, started going downstairs under the gaze of another neighbor upstairs and one in front of me. I opened the door, we made eye contact, and she turned towards me, coming with a typical face of a little man who's been caught infringing. She entered, and I didn't even have to stretch my hand to stop him. The beast accepted his mistake, under my gaze, and went back home, obviously suffering the scorn of the other two ladies who despised him with all their fury.
I closed the door. She was leaning against the wall crying, looking at the floor. She wore a short and quite worn-out dress (typical house clothes). My whole body froze in front of the adrenaline that was running through my veins from what had just happened. There's always a great quota of terror in this. How far can a man go in these conditions... maybe I'll cut everyone's throat... I stabilized a bit and noticed my cock started to recover its hardness. Much harder than it was minutes before when I'd had a good jerk. Much, much... and I suppose my dick abused my mental shock and the madness of being drunk, and the decision was made by my head below. Without the slightest glimmer of reason, I approached her, put one hand on her head, the other under her mouth like totally dominating her skull and gave a slap. I pulled out my cock with a jerk and stood on tiptoes.
Since she was almost fainting against the wall, I just stayed there above her mouth. I suppose because of the amount of tears in her eyes she couldn't see my cock well, so I put the palm of my hand under her mouth again. She drew closer and pushed her with a strong tug. I conquered her lips and made her go all the way to the bottom. She got stuck. Her eyes opened like plates, but she never managed to separate herself.
The bottom wasn't that deep yet... I pushed her deeper again and came up with another stronger arc. I held her mouth for long seconds as if possessed. I don't know if she had ever made a deep throat before, but if not previously, today she was taking an accelerated course and discovering a new talent. Note how her tears changed from the coldness of fear and sadness to the warmth of excitement. Her saliva was boiling! She was leaving behind the hell she lived through minutes earlier to enjoy the heaven of healing lust.
I felt like I was curing each other in every thrust. It was almost humanitarian! Pure philanthropy! I didn't want to take advantage of her cute face, since she had already had a lot today. I went to get a blanket from the room (which I use with some toy when I want to surprise my loved one with a double blow or those sucked-in pussy penetrations that they like so much) and came back to find her looking up at me with an erect gaze as never before. She had inflated, it was her rebirth! She stood firmer than a soldier.
She unbuttoned her bra and let the dress fall. I stared fixedly at her eyes with a beautiful foxy face and wiped away the saliva, remnants of arcs and tears (luckily no longer from pain) and turned around. She put her hands on the wall, took off her ugly underwear, and left that small and paraditic bum in the air that I've reloved more than once in these ten years. Her smallness made my cock look imposing.
I'm used to my equipment not getting so much attention, since I'm getting the best ass in the world. I gave her a couple of slaps on her glutes to confirm that each time she was getting harder. The curiosity of her taste made me kneel down and attack her clitoris with my tongue from behind. She came out and opened up even more... asshole. I recurred to its casket once and again, always taking a good break in its magical button, which I licked with devotion and affection.
Its lubrication was meteor-yummy... every two or three times I recurred the entire length of its slit, I had to swallow the super-production of juices. I started to notice it was comfortable, so it was time to subject her again. In one of the recurrences, I followed up to its anus and penetrated it with my tongue. It got rigid. Note its discomfort or impression. I wouldn't be surprised if the prick above didn't love her as she deserved her bum. It's full of idiots who feel disgusted or simply conservative prejudice that those things are done by whores and not wives... Well... then, if this was the case, today was the moment of total liberation for her. I culee with my tongue hard and kissed her tenderly.
As if to let her know that there would be all kinds of sensations living there. First, I penetrated it through that sea of juices that was the ring. I leaned my head back and for the first time in the day she took the reins... she got used to my glans and stretched her head back. I took advantage to grab her hair, pull it back more, and for the first time a word came out of my mouth. I told the hate relax, everything will be fine she nodded without moving much, had her subdued by the hair. She was eating me whole, not taking me out, just pushing back waiting for more cock that would appear to her satisfaction. She decided to do some met and sac a bit furiously, accompanying it with timid little moans... Note how her tightness increased... damn it, I was going to cum.
How lovely and easy it was, I hadn't held on for more than 3 or 4 minutes and already I was done... I let go of her belt, so with one hand holding her hair and the other stimulating her clitoris, she gave me her explosion that almost made my cock ache. Like how she squeezed my cock that neglected pussy. She relaxed... her little legs trembled and note how liquid flowed through the interior of her loose thighs. Almost got a loses touch.
Her peace was total... but she forgot a detail. My balls were still full from her and a previous blow job, and her gifted bum. I never let go of her hair, so I approached her and said: I'm going to give you a different orgasm. I went in search of the baby oil I have for massages and rubbed it all over my cock until my balls. My marital and sexual counseling hadn't ended yet.
Support my glans and wait for me to eat... as a wise man said, the ass makes itself So after minutes of kissing her neck and back, waiting for her to relax, that bum wasn't having a bad time at all... I was encouraged to move forward some cm and I scratched my arm with my nails... I asked if she liked it and she could only sigh a soft and almost imperceptible seeee. I was culling at half cock for about minutes... decided I'd had many new emotions today.
I pulled her out and asked her to kneel down. I offered my cock for her to suck me off with both hands, I wanted her to swallow my anger. Anger because there are human beings like my neighbor. She shook me with a force that wasn't logical considering her fragile arms. She was gaining confidence and ate my balls... even licking my ass, which was soaked in her warm juices.
I let her know I was about to explode. She devoured me and didn't pull out for several minutes. Although at that moment I lost track of time and space. I'm not sure if it was 30 seconds or 5 minutes with her mouth full of cock. Sexual pleasure and marijuana mix so well... If I could notice, I took a couple of times... it was obvious that all my production couldn't be absorbed so easily.
I went to get a piece of paper and wrote: She's more relaxed now. She'll sleep at home, please reflect on what happened today. Today can't happen again. I threw the paper down from above the door.
She told me she had never been hit like that before (some other squeeze and psychological violence if). I let her rest in my bed and I went to sit in the living room armchair like a gentleman. He woken up early and she told me she had heard him leave for work. She bid me farewell with a very tender hug and thanked me a lot, saying she would be at my disposal for whatever I wanted. I wasn't going to take advantage of that worn-out woman... When I cross her in the corridors or on the sidewalk, I greet her without addressing her informally like I have been doing for 10 years. I ask if she's okay and how everything is going. She simply says yes. That anything will warn me. I trust it will be that way. In confidence, I tell her that in these two months things have improved. Only once did I try to lift my hand, but before her reaction, planting herself firmly (and not being submissive like before), I gave up the idea. I think she helped with her self-esteem. I know violence is a ticking time bomb, but I believe it will remain as an action where a limit was crossed and never repeated. At a consortium meeting we laughed at him. The vote came out three to one with complicit glances. The happy widows who are my neighbors, I think they suspect what happened that day behind my door. Common sense would say that the day she came to our aid and chose my house, none of them could have come to put their ear to the door. Observe that the containment I was providing was going well, so we weren't interrupted. Every now and then I cross him. He greets me, smiles nervously, and lowers his gaze. Like accepting that the cost he has to pay for forgiveness of his sins is this. Redemption will only be effective if he accepts it. Whether he likes it or not, he must see how his woman trusts herself more and more. A few days later I told my loved one. She smiled with tender mischief. She gave me a very intense hug... at the second she had me kneeling down, sucking my cock, only took her mouth off to tell me she was proud of me.
I'm Ezequiel. I'm 37 years old. I'm living my sexual fullness. About a year and a half ago, I met a beautiful woman on social media who is 45 years old. She's a total lady! She's the embodiment of my sexual desire made flesh.
All my fantasies were compressed into that woman. She's both a saint and a slut, and her two facets are excellent. Obviously, we're emotionally connecting too. Since the day I had sex with her, I haven't had eyes or cock for another woman. Our attraction was unstoppable. Two months later (after corresponding analyses), we were already having sex... Oh my god... if I liked it before, feeling her inside was heaven itself.
I see her only once a week. She has her kids, work, and recreational activities that take up most of the week, and since we live far apart, we're left with one day to kill ourselves and then resurrect until the next encounter. This is why I'm recounting this. Each time we break all our sexual records... but the magic and calm last 48/72 hours. So that's when I start jerking off.
I enter PornHub and also watch videos I recorded with her. Every now and then, I add some marijuana stimulation (I'm not a regular consumer, I only use it to compose on the piano). It adds sensitivity and divine tickles. I usually serve myself a drink, smoke one, and jerk off like crazy. But one night around 23:30 hs something tragic happened.
I was in my thing when I felt like I was hearing noises like furniture moving and a woman crying. I kept going, thinking it was the typical high-induced paranoia, but this repeated itself more strongly. My unease increased. I took out my earbuds and confirmed that there was a discussion on the floor above. That's where the typical 50-year-old couple without kids lives, half-asleep and routine.
She doesn't stand out, she's very little thing with white skin, timid breasts, with a lovely waist and a bum that always pokes out in her black leggings. I approached the entrance door of my apartment to see if things calmed down or it was already time to intervene maybe. Meanwhile, I was putting on my pants.
In that moment, I heard her open her door and come out crying, started going downstairs under the gaze of another neighbor upstairs and one in front of me. I opened the door, we made eye contact, and she turned towards me, coming with a typical face of a little man who's been caught infringing. She entered, and I didn't even have to stretch my hand to stop him. The beast accepted his mistake, under my gaze, and went back home, obviously suffering the scorn of the other two ladies who despised him with all their fury.
I closed the door. She was leaning against the wall crying, looking at the floor. She wore a short and quite worn-out dress (typical house clothes). My whole body froze in front of the adrenaline that was running through my veins from what had just happened. There's always a great quota of terror in this. How far can a man go in these conditions... maybe I'll cut everyone's throat... I stabilized a bit and noticed my cock started to recover its hardness. Much harder than it was minutes before when I'd had a good jerk. Much, much... and I suppose my dick abused my mental shock and the madness of being drunk, and the decision was made by my head below. Without the slightest glimmer of reason, I approached her, put one hand on her head, the other under her mouth like totally dominating her skull and gave a slap. I pulled out my cock with a jerk and stood on tiptoes.
Since she was almost fainting against the wall, I just stayed there above her mouth. I suppose because of the amount of tears in her eyes she couldn't see my cock well, so I put the palm of my hand under her mouth again. She drew closer and pushed her with a strong tug. I conquered her lips and made her go all the way to the bottom. She got stuck. Her eyes opened like plates, but she never managed to separate herself.
The bottom wasn't that deep yet... I pushed her deeper again and came up with another stronger arc. I held her mouth for long seconds as if possessed. I don't know if she had ever made a deep throat before, but if not previously, today she was taking an accelerated course and discovering a new talent. Note how her tears changed from the coldness of fear and sadness to the warmth of excitement. Her saliva was boiling! She was leaving behind the hell she lived through minutes earlier to enjoy the heaven of healing lust.
I felt like I was curing each other in every thrust. It was almost humanitarian! Pure philanthropy! I didn't want to take advantage of her cute face, since she had already had a lot today. I went to get a blanket from the room (which I use with some toy when I want to surprise my loved one with a double blow or those sucked-in pussy penetrations that they like so much) and came back to find her looking up at me with an erect gaze as never before. She had inflated, it was her rebirth! She stood firmer than a soldier.
She unbuttoned her bra and let the dress fall. I stared fixedly at her eyes with a beautiful foxy face and wiped away the saliva, remnants of arcs and tears (luckily no longer from pain) and turned around. She put her hands on the wall, took off her ugly underwear, and left that small and paraditic bum in the air that I've reloved more than once in these ten years. Her smallness made my cock look imposing.
I'm used to my equipment not getting so much attention, since I'm getting the best ass in the world. I gave her a couple of slaps on her glutes to confirm that each time she was getting harder. The curiosity of her taste made me kneel down and attack her clitoris with my tongue from behind. She came out and opened up even more... asshole. I recurred to its casket once and again, always taking a good break in its magical button, which I licked with devotion and affection.
Its lubrication was meteor-yummy... every two or three times I recurred the entire length of its slit, I had to swallow the super-production of juices. I started to notice it was comfortable, so it was time to subject her again. In one of the recurrences, I followed up to its anus and penetrated it with my tongue. It got rigid. Note its discomfort or impression. I wouldn't be surprised if the prick above didn't love her as she deserved her bum. It's full of idiots who feel disgusted or simply conservative prejudice that those things are done by whores and not wives... Well... then, if this was the case, today was the moment of total liberation for her. I culee with my tongue hard and kissed her tenderly.
As if to let her know that there would be all kinds of sensations living there. First, I penetrated it through that sea of juices that was the ring. I leaned my head back and for the first time in the day she took the reins... she got used to my glans and stretched her head back. I took advantage to grab her hair, pull it back more, and for the first time a word came out of my mouth. I told the hate relax, everything will be fine she nodded without moving much, had her subdued by the hair. She was eating me whole, not taking me out, just pushing back waiting for more cock that would appear to her satisfaction. She decided to do some met and sac a bit furiously, accompanying it with timid little moans... Note how her tightness increased... damn it, I was going to cum.
How lovely and easy it was, I hadn't held on for more than 3 or 4 minutes and already I was done... I let go of her belt, so with one hand holding her hair and the other stimulating her clitoris, she gave me her explosion that almost made my cock ache. Like how she squeezed my cock that neglected pussy. She relaxed... her little legs trembled and note how liquid flowed through the interior of her loose thighs. Almost got a loses touch.
Her peace was total... but she forgot a detail. My balls were still full from her and a previous blow job, and her gifted bum. I never let go of her hair, so I approached her and said: I'm going to give you a different orgasm. I went in search of the baby oil I have for massages and rubbed it all over my cock until my balls. My marital and sexual counseling hadn't ended yet.
Support my glans and wait for me to eat... as a wise man said, the ass makes itself So after minutes of kissing her neck and back, waiting for her to relax, that bum wasn't having a bad time at all... I was encouraged to move forward some cm and I scratched my arm with my nails... I asked if she liked it and she could only sigh a soft and almost imperceptible seeee. I was culling at half cock for about minutes... decided I'd had many new emotions today.
I pulled her out and asked her to kneel down. I offered my cock for her to suck me off with both hands, I wanted her to swallow my anger. Anger because there are human beings like my neighbor. She shook me with a force that wasn't logical considering her fragile arms. She was gaining confidence and ate my balls... even licking my ass, which was soaked in her warm juices.
I let her know I was about to explode. She devoured me and didn't pull out for several minutes. Although at that moment I lost track of time and space. I'm not sure if it was 30 seconds or 5 minutes with her mouth full of cock. Sexual pleasure and marijuana mix so well... If I could notice, I took a couple of times... it was obvious that all my production couldn't be absorbed so easily.
I went to get a piece of paper and wrote: She's more relaxed now. She'll sleep at home, please reflect on what happened today. Today can't happen again. I threw the paper down from above the door.
She told me she had never been hit like that before (some other squeeze and psychological violence if). I let her rest in my bed and I went to sit in the living room armchair like a gentleman. He woken up early and she told me she had heard him leave for work. She bid me farewell with a very tender hug and thanked me a lot, saying she would be at my disposal for whatever I wanted. I wasn't going to take advantage of that worn-out woman... When I cross her in the corridors or on the sidewalk, I greet her without addressing her informally like I have been doing for 10 years. I ask if she's okay and how everything is going. She simply says yes. That anything will warn me. I trust it will be that way. In confidence, I tell her that in these two months things have improved. Only once did I try to lift my hand, but before her reaction, planting herself firmly (and not being submissive like before), I gave up the idea. I think she helped with her self-esteem. I know violence is a ticking time bomb, but I believe it will remain as an action where a limit was crossed and never repeated. At a consortium meeting we laughed at him. The vote came out three to one with complicit glances. The happy widows who are my neighbors, I think they suspect what happened that day behind my door. Common sense would say that the day she came to our aid and chose my house, none of them could have come to put their ear to the door. Observe that the containment I was providing was going well, so we weren't interrupted. Every now and then I cross him. He greets me, smiles nervously, and lowers his gaze. Like accepting that the cost he has to pay for forgiveness of his sins is this. Redemption will only be effective if he accepts it. Whether he likes it or not, he must see how his woman trusts herself more and more. A few days later I told my loved one. She smiled with tender mischief. She gave me a very intense hug... at the second she had me kneeling down, sucking my cock, only took her mouth off to tell me she was proud of me.
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