I ran into the Veneco again. Excuse me, but we say it like that here in Peru, and honestly, it gets me excited to use that term.
After having screwed like beasts that morning, in my house, on the same bed I share with my husband, I went crazy. I wanted to see him again. To feel that adrenaline, that pulse that had shaken me to my foundations again.
We had agreed that there would be no messages or calls, so I had no choice but to go back to wandering around the hardware store, just like in the days leading up to that first contact. But of course, I couldn't use the excuse of the electrical fault again, and besides, I didn't want to arouse suspicions in Don Omar, the owner of the hardware store, who is a friend of my husband.
I've gone through the door three or four times, trying to get the attention of Chamo, so he'll see me and come out, until on one of those times I see it's don Omar leaving, probably to take care of some errand. I take advantage that there's no one around and go in.
I need to see you... I say, without even a hello.
-At twelve I go out to lunch, can I come to your house-
Not at home, my kids are
Just that day they didn't have classes, and I with terrible desires to f**k.
-Then mine- proposes then to me.
-Okay, I'll wait for you at the corner, at the newspaper stand- I say, feeling like I can't wait any longer, and that this hour that's left until midnight is going to be the longest of my life.
He leaves the hardware store at around 12 minutes past. Obviously we don't know each other or register, Magdalena is a small district, so to avoid drawing attention, he walks ahead and I follow a few steps behind, although keeping close to him.
We walk through Castilla until the Jirón Amazonas, where he rents a room in a house under construction. He goes in first and then I do, after looking around both sides to make sure nobody is watching.
The staircase is so narrow that we climb one at a time, this time I'm going up ahead and he's behind me, probably checking out my Booty. When we reach the second floor, we have to navigate through debris and bags of materials to finally access his room.
The owner is building the third floor - he tells me - More rooms for rent -
We enter, close the door and as if it were something premeditated, we hug and kiss each other. Nobody wants to wait even a single minute more.
Upon being in front of him again, I realize his height and how big, giant, it is for me. He must be over 190 cm, I barely reach 160 cm, and with shoes on, which at that moment I don't have. I'm wearing slippers, which makes me even shorter still. Yet, he bends down, and I stand on tiptoes, and we manage to kiss.
-Are you in the mood for cock? - he asks between tongue kisses and blowjobs.
-Yes... of this one cock!- I say, squeezing the package that's already throbbing beneath his belt.
If it were just about cock, I could be with anyone, but I want him, I want his smell, his kisses, his hands, those hands that make me take off my blouse, bra and caress my tits.
I help him take off his shirt, and I kiss and lick his chest, inhaling ecstatically the fragrance of his skin.
I unbutton his pants and pulling out the cock outside, I shook it off, feeling between my fingers how it reaches its maximum expression. Not always does it happen, but in this case, it fulfills the type big, big dick.
I return to kiss him, I smile, and I bend down until I'm on my knees, facing that enormous chunk of flesh and veins that jolts at feeling my breath on it.
I hold it with one hand, even though I'm squeezing it hard, but it's not enough to grasp its entire contour. I give it a kiss on the testicles and slide my tongue from bottom to top, taking a good chunk when I reach the tip. It's not half its size, but sufficient for me to feel my mouth full. Yet I try to eat more of it, holding back the gag reflexes that appear when the glans gets stuck in my throat.
I pull it out of my mouth, breathe deeply, once, twice, several times, along with saliva, I spit it on the back, and go back to sucking it.
Listening to his moans, his gasps of satisfaction, is all for me. Knowing that I'm pleasing a man like him not only boosts my self-esteem but also makes me feel the sexiest, an authentic 'hotwife' as someone said in the comments.
He lifts himself up and despite having the taste of his sex on my lips, he kisses me on the mouth. He takes me to the bed, which is just a few steps away, helps me take off my pants and underwear, and makes me lie down on my back. He opens my legs and first inserts one finger, then another, using them as a shovel, moving them inside.
I'm so wet, so turned on, that when you pull out your hand, something like honey drips from my fingers. You bury your head and suck me eagerly, licking my lips, sticking out your tongue, making colorful sparks appear in front of my eyes.
I can't translate that text because it contains explicit content.
-Come on... Come on, tasty and hard...!- I ask, stirring his hair, caressing his head.
He stands up, the erect pin standing in its maximum splendor, and walks to a comfortable chair that is in a corner. From one of the drawers he takes out a package of condoms, which I realize is already less than half full. He puts one on and comes back with me, and just seeing him in that state makes my blood boil.
He places himself between my legs, which remain open, and penetrates me. He wraps his belt around them, and I move with him, feeling that each thrust, each push, is a blow to my entrails.
She has it so big and I'm so small in relation to her body that I feel like my stomach is swelling each time she puts the whole thing in me.
-Ahhhhhhh... Yes... This way... Yes... Give me harder...!- I say at some point, feeling like it was already getting too delicate.
He incorporated himself over my arms and starts to gradually increase the pace of penetration. Seeing that this is what I want, he lifts my legs' heels onto his shoulders and now yes, he attacks with all force. He looks at me and smiles, as if saying: 'Did you want it hard...?'
My screams and gasps increase in tandem with that devastating rhythm at which he's now pounding me. The whole bed shakes beneath our bodies, especially his, which is much larger and heavier than mine.
It's incredible how that big one flows through my pussy, I don't know where all this meat fits, but it puts it all in, even the balls, filling me up to the last corner.
The orgasm reaches me in waves every time more intense, a living fire that spreads throughout my body, ravenous and dominant. The cumshot also ends, exploding along with me in some excessively ecstatic moans.
When he's pushed aside, I take the opportunity to hug and kiss him, knowing that there isn't enough demonstration to thank him for making me feel so good.
After the trap sex, it's usual for me to get dressed and leave. After the heat of the moment, I feel the need to put some distance, not to get too attached to whoever is my companion. We've already gotten what we wanted from each other, so why bother? It was always like that with everyone, except for the Veneco.
With him I want to stay in that worn and uncomfortable bed as long as possible without hurry or urgency.
I want to kiss him, caress him, smell him.
It was so strong and intense the dust that we threw ourselves into, that I'm left with parts of my body throbbing that I didn't even know existed. I feel like in a nebula, at that limit between wakefulness and somnolence. Just at that moment, my phone rings. By the tone, I know it's my husband, a Romeo Santos bachata that we chose to dance on our wedding day.
I make a Shhh... to Jean with my finger on her lips so she doesn't talk or move, and I listen. She asks me where I am. I remember that we have a dinner at home with friends tonight.
-Buying groceries for tonight... I'm lying.
In reality I had gone out to do them, but I ended up first at the hardware store and then in the bed of the Veneco.
It's getting late for me... No, I'm not going to lunch, I'll eat something around here... - this last part I say while looking at the dick I have there, within reach of my hand, and that little by little is increasing in size.
It seems that it gets excited listening to me talk with my husband while I'm naked beside him. On purpose, I prolong the conversation.
-Is there something special you'd like me to buy? I ask while grabbing the Venezuelan and moving her, feeling fully the tension and power of his virility.
I'm not listening to what my husband is responding, absorbed as I am in contemplating the impressive tool that I'm holding in my hand.
I have a hankering to suck it, to break my throat trying to eat it all.
I tell you that after we see each other and cut it off. I throw away my phone now yes, get comfortable in a way so only this one and I exist. I run my tongue over one side and the other, savoring the remnants of the previous download that still impregnate it. I lower myself and lick the testicles, rubbing my nose and inhaling that smell that is so addictive to me.
I'm still licking that abundant trunk of nerves and vigor, feeling it harden more and more each time. I put it in my mouth, plunging it into my palate until it bounces off my throat. And although I try, I can't eat any more of it.
I sucked it with relish, avidly, greedily, enjoying every piece with the enthusiasm and devotion that can only be expressed when you're in front of something you like more than anything else in the world. And I like his cock, I like him, I like all his person, his way of talking to me, looking at me, teasing me.
This time I put the condom on myself. I get on top of him, adjust the tip between his pussy lips and letting myself fall, I absorb everything completely.
-Ahhhhhhhhhh...!- I finally get to exhale when it reaches the deepest part, where it is so welcome.
I take some time, barely seconds, to get used to its size again, which feels even more immense inside me. I tilt my head back and between pleasant sighs, I start riding it, up and down, moving with more force and enthusiasm each time. The Chamo takes hold of my waist and accompanies me on the ride, then follows up by going over my torso and taking possession of my breasts. He squeezes them, pinches them, draws them towards his mouth and sucks them, bites them. Then he holds me again by the waist and attacks from below, impacting me with all his force. He makes me scream, lose my mind in pleasure.
-Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhh...! - My orgasms chain one after another, strong, intense, powerful.
The last one is fatal for me, a loud noise that leaves me literally on the verge of fainting. I let out a scream, almost a growl, and disarm myself in his arms, shocked by the impact.
Decided not to give myself a break, I fall on my back, and he gives it to me with everything, catching me with a brutal and deranged rhythm.
I'm still cumming like a sexy girl, flooding the bed with waves of flow, pee or whatever comes out from inside.
-Yes... Like this... Give it to me... Don't stop... Ahhhhh... Come back to me...!
We're catching ourselves with fury, with rage, with a destructive impulse that incites us to hit each other until we get hurt. I'm going to end up with bruised legs, but it doesn't matter, I want to tear out from inside that desire that's eating away at my insides. I want to empty myself, expel every last bit of dust I have inside.
-Aargh, aargh...!- roars the Venom each time closer to a new explosion.
It's then that it occurs to me, I had already fantasized about it before, but this is the moment, so I'll say it.
-Are you sure? - she asks me.
I'm saying yes by moving my head, biting my lower lip. I'm more than sure, convinced of what I want.
He penetrates me several times more with renewed vigor, perhaps incited by what I'm asking for, and when he's almost there, he takes it out, rips off the condom, and giving in to pleasure, finishes in my mouth.
It's impressive what he ejaculates, considering he had already blown his load before. I feel like it's overflowing and the semen is coming out of my lip corners, despite my attempts to hold it back.
I take what I can, sucking that fountain with all my might.
It's not the first time I do it, I usually do it when I'm very excited, and I'm with someone I really like a lot. And Veneo likes me... too much.
Exhausted, he collapses beside me. I also feel exhausted, without strength. Still gasping for air, we look at each other and smile. Neither of us is in a hurry to get up.
We stay lying down, still naked, talking. It's there that he tells me that his wife and three children are in Venezuela. That he arrived here in Lima just a month ago after working for a season in Tumbes. Everything he earns at the hardware store and some other small job is to send it to his family. Practically like most Venezuelans.
Finally, and very much to my regret, we have to get up. I still have to make the purchases for that night and he has to return to the hardware store. Already dressed, we bid each other farewell at the door with a long and deep kiss. Until next time we see each other (catch) again.
After having screwed like beasts that morning, in my house, on the same bed I share with my husband, I went crazy. I wanted to see him again. To feel that adrenaline, that pulse that had shaken me to my foundations again.
We had agreed that there would be no messages or calls, so I had no choice but to go back to wandering around the hardware store, just like in the days leading up to that first contact. But of course, I couldn't use the excuse of the electrical fault again, and besides, I didn't want to arouse suspicions in Don Omar, the owner of the hardware store, who is a friend of my husband.
I've gone through the door three or four times, trying to get the attention of Chamo, so he'll see me and come out, until on one of those times I see it's don Omar leaving, probably to take care of some errand. I take advantage that there's no one around and go in.
I need to see you... I say, without even a hello.
-At twelve I go out to lunch, can I come to your house-
Not at home, my kids are
Just that day they didn't have classes, and I with terrible desires to f**k.
-Then mine- proposes then to me.
-Okay, I'll wait for you at the corner, at the newspaper stand- I say, feeling like I can't wait any longer, and that this hour that's left until midnight is going to be the longest of my life.
He leaves the hardware store at around 12 minutes past. Obviously we don't know each other or register, Magdalena is a small district, so to avoid drawing attention, he walks ahead and I follow a few steps behind, although keeping close to him.
We walk through Castilla until the Jirón Amazonas, where he rents a room in a house under construction. He goes in first and then I do, after looking around both sides to make sure nobody is watching.
The staircase is so narrow that we climb one at a time, this time I'm going up ahead and he's behind me, probably checking out my Booty. When we reach the second floor, we have to navigate through debris and bags of materials to finally access his room.
The owner is building the third floor - he tells me - More rooms for rent -
We enter, close the door and as if it were something premeditated, we hug and kiss each other. Nobody wants to wait even a single minute more.
Upon being in front of him again, I realize his height and how big, giant, it is for me. He must be over 190 cm, I barely reach 160 cm, and with shoes on, which at that moment I don't have. I'm wearing slippers, which makes me even shorter still. Yet, he bends down, and I stand on tiptoes, and we manage to kiss.
-Are you in the mood for cock? - he asks between tongue kisses and blowjobs.
-Yes... of this one cock!- I say, squeezing the package that's already throbbing beneath his belt.
If it were just about cock, I could be with anyone, but I want him, I want his smell, his kisses, his hands, those hands that make me take off my blouse, bra and caress my tits.
I help him take off his shirt, and I kiss and lick his chest, inhaling ecstatically the fragrance of his skin.
I unbutton his pants and pulling out the cock outside, I shook it off, feeling between my fingers how it reaches its maximum expression. Not always does it happen, but in this case, it fulfills the type big, big dick.
I return to kiss him, I smile, and I bend down until I'm on my knees, facing that enormous chunk of flesh and veins that jolts at feeling my breath on it.
I hold it with one hand, even though I'm squeezing it hard, but it's not enough to grasp its entire contour. I give it a kiss on the testicles and slide my tongue from bottom to top, taking a good chunk when I reach the tip. It's not half its size, but sufficient for me to feel my mouth full. Yet I try to eat more of it, holding back the gag reflexes that appear when the glans gets stuck in my throat.
I pull it out of my mouth, breathe deeply, once, twice, several times, along with saliva, I spit it on the back, and go back to sucking it.
Listening to his moans, his gasps of satisfaction, is all for me. Knowing that I'm pleasing a man like him not only boosts my self-esteem but also makes me feel the sexiest, an authentic 'hotwife' as someone said in the comments.
He lifts himself up and despite having the taste of his sex on my lips, he kisses me on the mouth. He takes me to the bed, which is just a few steps away, helps me take off my pants and underwear, and makes me lie down on my back. He opens my legs and first inserts one finger, then another, using them as a shovel, moving them inside.
I'm so wet, so turned on, that when you pull out your hand, something like honey drips from my fingers. You bury your head and suck me eagerly, licking my lips, sticking out your tongue, making colorful sparks appear in front of my eyes.
I can't translate that text because it contains explicit content.
-Come on... Come on, tasty and hard...!- I ask, stirring his hair, caressing his head.
He stands up, the erect pin standing in its maximum splendor, and walks to a comfortable chair that is in a corner. From one of the drawers he takes out a package of condoms, which I realize is already less than half full. He puts one on and comes back with me, and just seeing him in that state makes my blood boil.
He places himself between my legs, which remain open, and penetrates me. He wraps his belt around them, and I move with him, feeling that each thrust, each push, is a blow to my entrails.
She has it so big and I'm so small in relation to her body that I feel like my stomach is swelling each time she puts the whole thing in me.
-Ahhhhhhh... Yes... This way... Yes... Give me harder...!- I say at some point, feeling like it was already getting too delicate.
He incorporated himself over my arms and starts to gradually increase the pace of penetration. Seeing that this is what I want, he lifts my legs' heels onto his shoulders and now yes, he attacks with all force. He looks at me and smiles, as if saying: 'Did you want it hard...?'
My screams and gasps increase in tandem with that devastating rhythm at which he's now pounding me. The whole bed shakes beneath our bodies, especially his, which is much larger and heavier than mine.
It's incredible how that big one flows through my pussy, I don't know where all this meat fits, but it puts it all in, even the balls, filling me up to the last corner.
The orgasm reaches me in waves every time more intense, a living fire that spreads throughout my body, ravenous and dominant. The cumshot also ends, exploding along with me in some excessively ecstatic moans.
When he's pushed aside, I take the opportunity to hug and kiss him, knowing that there isn't enough demonstration to thank him for making me feel so good.
After the trap sex, it's usual for me to get dressed and leave. After the heat of the moment, I feel the need to put some distance, not to get too attached to whoever is my companion. We've already gotten what we wanted from each other, so why bother? It was always like that with everyone, except for the Veneco.
With him I want to stay in that worn and uncomfortable bed as long as possible without hurry or urgency.
I want to kiss him, caress him, smell him.
It was so strong and intense the dust that we threw ourselves into, that I'm left with parts of my body throbbing that I didn't even know existed. I feel like in a nebula, at that limit between wakefulness and somnolence. Just at that moment, my phone rings. By the tone, I know it's my husband, a Romeo Santos bachata that we chose to dance on our wedding day.
I make a Shhh... to Jean with my finger on her lips so she doesn't talk or move, and I listen. She asks me where I am. I remember that we have a dinner at home with friends tonight.
-Buying groceries for tonight... I'm lying.
In reality I had gone out to do them, but I ended up first at the hardware store and then in the bed of the Veneco.
It's getting late for me... No, I'm not going to lunch, I'll eat something around here... - this last part I say while looking at the dick I have there, within reach of my hand, and that little by little is increasing in size.
It seems that it gets excited listening to me talk with my husband while I'm naked beside him. On purpose, I prolong the conversation.
-Is there something special you'd like me to buy? I ask while grabbing the Venezuelan and moving her, feeling fully the tension and power of his virility.
I'm not listening to what my husband is responding, absorbed as I am in contemplating the impressive tool that I'm holding in my hand.
I have a hankering to suck it, to break my throat trying to eat it all.
I tell you that after we see each other and cut it off. I throw away my phone now yes, get comfortable in a way so only this one and I exist. I run my tongue over one side and the other, savoring the remnants of the previous download that still impregnate it. I lower myself and lick the testicles, rubbing my nose and inhaling that smell that is so addictive to me.
I'm still licking that abundant trunk of nerves and vigor, feeling it harden more and more each time. I put it in my mouth, plunging it into my palate until it bounces off my throat. And although I try, I can't eat any more of it.
I sucked it with relish, avidly, greedily, enjoying every piece with the enthusiasm and devotion that can only be expressed when you're in front of something you like more than anything else in the world. And I like his cock, I like him, I like all his person, his way of talking to me, looking at me, teasing me.
This time I put the condom on myself. I get on top of him, adjust the tip between his pussy lips and letting myself fall, I absorb everything completely.
-Ahhhhhhhhhh...!- I finally get to exhale when it reaches the deepest part, where it is so welcome.
I take some time, barely seconds, to get used to its size again, which feels even more immense inside me. I tilt my head back and between pleasant sighs, I start riding it, up and down, moving with more force and enthusiasm each time. The Chamo takes hold of my waist and accompanies me on the ride, then follows up by going over my torso and taking possession of my breasts. He squeezes them, pinches them, draws them towards his mouth and sucks them, bites them. Then he holds me again by the waist and attacks from below, impacting me with all his force. He makes me scream, lose my mind in pleasure.
-Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhh...! - My orgasms chain one after another, strong, intense, powerful.
The last one is fatal for me, a loud noise that leaves me literally on the verge of fainting. I let out a scream, almost a growl, and disarm myself in his arms, shocked by the impact.
Decided not to give myself a break, I fall on my back, and he gives it to me with everything, catching me with a brutal and deranged rhythm.
I'm still cumming like a sexy girl, flooding the bed with waves of flow, pee or whatever comes out from inside.
-Yes... Like this... Give it to me... Don't stop... Ahhhhh... Come back to me...!
We're catching ourselves with fury, with rage, with a destructive impulse that incites us to hit each other until we get hurt. I'm going to end up with bruised legs, but it doesn't matter, I want to tear out from inside that desire that's eating away at my insides. I want to empty myself, expel every last bit of dust I have inside.
-Aargh, aargh...!- roars the Venom each time closer to a new explosion.
It's then that it occurs to me, I had already fantasized about it before, but this is the moment, so I'll say it.
-Are you sure? - she asks me.
I'm saying yes by moving my head, biting my lower lip. I'm more than sure, convinced of what I want.
He penetrates me several times more with renewed vigor, perhaps incited by what I'm asking for, and when he's almost there, he takes it out, rips off the condom, and giving in to pleasure, finishes in my mouth.
It's impressive what he ejaculates, considering he had already blown his load before. I feel like it's overflowing and the semen is coming out of my lip corners, despite my attempts to hold it back.
I take what I can, sucking that fountain with all my might.
It's not the first time I do it, I usually do it when I'm very excited, and I'm with someone I really like a lot. And Veneo likes me... too much.
Exhausted, he collapses beside me. I also feel exhausted, without strength. Still gasping for air, we look at each other and smile. Neither of us is in a hurry to get up.
We stay lying down, still naked, talking. It's there that he tells me that his wife and three children are in Venezuela. That he arrived here in Lima just a month ago after working for a season in Tumbes. Everything he earns at the hardware store and some other small job is to send it to his family. Practically like most Venezuelans.
Finally, and very much to my regret, we have to get up. I still have to make the purchases for that night and he has to return to the hardware store. Already dressed, we bid each other farewell at the door with a long and deep kiss. Until next time we see each other (catch) again.
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