I woke up the next morning in Bian's arms, with a slight warmth on my tiny ass and an enormous smile as the sun passed between the blinds, disguising us as tigresses. I was going to give her a good-morning kiss when her phone excited both of us and ruined the morning climate we were in. She answered and it was her boyfriend Fran. He was slightly annoyed because he found out we left with a guy and asked for explanations and blah blah blah... Boyish insecurities... With annoyance, she cut off the phone and started gathering her clothes. Come on, I'll go get you now, I said, we'll talk later, okay? Dale tranquila Bian, if you need us to talk in the afternoon, just tell me! And then she left through my room door, leaving me naked and alone in bed. The day passed with a barbecue at home with my brother (who had a very bad face) and my dad with his girlfriend Sandra. The conversation was quite ordinary and Sandra kept asking if I was anxious about starting university in Buenos Aires, my first instinct was to smile huge and say yes, but then I realized I would miss my brother, my dad, and especially Bianca. A little nostalgia and sadness invaded me for the next few minutes, being honest with you. Not even the tasty flavor of my dad's food was enough. Although the ice cream at dessert did serve a bit of consolation. After eating, my brother went to take a nap for a bit and called me to his room. I really feared for my life. I thought the masturbator Rafa had opened his mouth or someone had seen us at the party and I would get a terrible... I was completely with my head hung low and resigned to what was coming. When I entered, he didn't seem angry or anything like that, and I started to have some drops of hope. By the way, how distracted, I never told you his name. He: Junior, listen, I have something to tell you but you have to promise me beforehand that you won't say anything If obvious, what's so important for all the mystery?
He: We went out with the guys on Friday and I met a girl who is friends with Franco's friends
I interrupted his sentence with Are you going to tell me that you fell in love with her, brother?
No, no way. The young lady doesn't matter to me. But we started messing around with the guys missing one young lady with big breasts, friend of hers, who was going to introduce us to Mati and she threw us off because the skinny one was with Franco
I cut him off very excitedly this time...
WHAT?! Franco? Fran? Bianca's idiot boyfriend?
Yes, that little kid
No no no, but it can't be, are you sure?
At that moment, my head went back to last Friday when Fran had a stomachache and it wasn't because of his girlfriend. I also had a certain flashback to conversations with Bian about the lack of sex between them lately. I couldn't believe it, always having appreciated him for being with her for so long, and at that moment rage had invaded me. Even that same morning he had the audacity to make a scene at my friend's expense and ruin our morning. What a guy ...
If Bianca, sure, but don't open your mouth
I interrupted my thoughts and an insult I was about to say about the idiot in question.
No, you can't ask me this. How am I not going to tell Bianca?
Don't tell her, don't open your mouth and that's it Junior. The only way it will get out is through me, figure it out however you want but without saying a word of this
He then took me out of the room, leaving me speechless with more questions than answers.
Think about it, Cecilia, think about it I was telling myself while opening Instagram and trying to play detective.
First, I identified the girl who had eaten my brother at that party, searched for her group of friends and found a big-breasted one who, coincidentally, wasn't in the last Friday photo...
Bingo! What good is this? And now what about Cecilia?
I started reviewing her photos... comments, but nothing. Fran was either alive or simply luck was on his side.
I spent the entire afternoon reviewing both Instagrams looking for something to help me, ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand and woke up at dawn with a thread of saliva on the pillow and the phone without battery.
I put it to charge and wandered around my house around 3am looking for something to eat. Ah! Yes! At least I was good at killing that white pot of happiness with spoons!
I went back and turned on my phone, which had already charged, even if it was just enough to turn it on. I had several missed messages and calls from Bianca. I wrote her assuming it was a lost cause and she replied almost instantly.
'Friend, I'm still awake, you were worrying me' the tenderness of her message made me melt. On my part, I was carrying a huge load of guilt due to my brother and my poor detective work.
'I fell asleep after eating like a pig! Haha sorry!' I lied like never before. I felt my heart break from doing that but it was the only way to keep my word with my damn brother.
'Now siiiiii, time to sleep then! Besitooo' and she sent me a tender photo of her in pajamas, covered and sending me a kiss with a face.
I won't lie, I felt like the worst friend in the world and as if that wasn't enough, that demonstration of love from her part made me touch myself at that hour thinking about my friend. I hope they don't see me as a terrible person, but my body only moved until I put my hand on my pussy and started softly rubbing until it led to a masturbation with all the letters biting the pillow that had previously left with a thread of saliva, now it was who drowned out my moans until I finished and fell asleep again.
The next day I had to go to work for an expo at a nearby municipality. As you can imagine, my head could only think about how to help Bianca without betraying my brother. I arrived at the place completely lost in my thoughts and I grabbed the clothes they gave me for the local product presentation. I went to a cubicle to change and found the surprise that the suit seemed like some kind of bizarre bee cosplay. It was an entire set of yellow and black leggings that left my booty super marked and a neckline that seemed like it would explode from my tits. I felt a lot of shame putting on that but I needed the money and I left with what little dignity I had left.
I received an enormous amount of drooling comments from everyone. Double-entendre jokes about bees, queens, and my honey (GROSS).
Luckily, my brain was occupied thinking and thinking about how to expose Franco.
However, either the guys distracted me or I wasn't as quick-witted as I thought, but four hours passed since they hired me and I didn't resolve anything.
I took off that happy dress and went back to my usual worn-out clothes. At least this time I got to keep the makeup.
When I was about to leave, a man in a suit stopped me - maybe 45 or 50 years old. He was well-maintained, with gray hair and beard but a very modern style for his age, already noticeable that he was from Buenos Aires.
Excuse me, can I steal a second? What's your name?
If you want! Cecilia and you?
My name is Miguel, nice to meet you... blabla
Aha, look at you! And how can I help you, Miguel?
Look, we do many events in the area and saw that you were working as a promoter and maybe we could have you on our list for other jobs from our company. I promise it won't be any bee or insect-related
Haha, in my defense, I didn't know about that until they gave me the wardrobe, but yes. Although I'm going to Buenos Aires to study soon, but if it coincides with me here, delighted Miguel!
Well, we also do events like that so don't worry. Give me your number and I'll add you now, Ceci, by Okay, tell Migue that if you don't make me feel younger I will! I approached him to give him my phone and felt his perfume that got me drunk, nobody in my city used something like that and that left me a bit distracted to the point where I took seconds to remember my own number.
Miguel: Give it, I'll send you a message so you can have me. But schedule me as Migue!
So clear Migue and I winked at him in a complicit way.
When I was about to leave, he called me back Ceci!.
Miguel: What's wrong with mine, didn't offer if you wanted me to catch up somewhere
Eh... Yes, thanks! I said with surprise but also excited by such a gesture from a stranger.
He took me to his 4x4 black truck in perfect condition and clean (a surprising thing in the South due to so much dirt).
Everything smelled tasty, his truck, him, and even I realized I was wearing a loose hippie-style pant and a top sporty bottom that my brother had given me from some NBA team. I felt something of shame at that moment, Miguel was dressed up and I looked like a prostitute.
And what are you going to study in Buenos Aires? Can be known?
I want to study to become an Agricultural Engineer! It's hard but I'm perseverant haha
But good! We're looking for those profiles. When you're more advanced in your career, we'll probably be able to count on you to improve our company!
Haha oh yeah!! I won't forget this eh.
And tell me, what does a future agricultural engineer dressed as a sexy bee do? Sorry, bee
Totally blushing I responded it's that now with the travel theme, I need to gather money to be able to pay for the first months of residence where I'm going to live there, so nothing, no job is bad
He looks at me and with much innocence asks I hope you don't take it badly, but in general on these work trips I usually call my hotel to have them give me massages, if you know how, hired! I stayed frozen, I didn't really understand the end of the proposal, if it was genuine, if I was being offered a job as a slut or if I was just interpreting everything wrong.
I took a few seconds to react and said with a trembling voice and very low tone...
But... Do you think I'm a slut?
Noooo Ceci, please! Jajaja massages I said, but if not, forget it, we'll call you again to work as a promoter and future engineer at the company!
Yes, I accept! I said quickly and almost surprising myself.
Great! Then let's go to the hotel where I'm staying now since it's before your house
The next few minutes Miguel was super friendly and kept talking about life and how well I would do in Buenos Aires. I was a bit stunned by what I had done and also started to feel a sensation of nervousness and heat in my stomach. Without realizing it, I was starting to feel like my thong was getting wet from that strange situation.
Already at the hotel, while he parked, I could notice that on his hand there was a married man's ring. This calmed me down, I understood that his proposal was real. Although on the other side, it also increased my morbid curiosity to think about someone who was twice my age and married taking me so easily to his room.
We arrived and the room was the most expensive one in the place with a view of the mountain, a beauty. It had all his clothes inside the suitcase and everything in perfect order.
I'm going to take a shower unless you mind, I've been walking around a bit sweaty, grab what you want from the mini-fridge
Without giving me time to respond, he closed the bathroom door and opened the shower.
I stayed there alone and very nervous on my side. I had never done massages and much less of a slut. Although this last option still seemed implausible, I couldn't let my head take over with those ideas.
I followed his advice and to relax, I looked for something to drink in the mini-fridge, the only thing I found was a small whisky and almost Searching for a miracle, I gave a drink that I had never taken before a fund. I felt a burning and fire in my throat that were counterproductive with the inhumane heat of that room. I saw myself forced to take off my wetsuit and leave with my top that left little to the imagination of my chest.
To kill time, I turned on the TV and started changing channels, really just doing it to get rid of my nerves. As if fate was laughing at me, I found a porn channel showing a black man strongly taking the Booty of an innocent girl. His thrusts were impressive and the way she moaned but enjoyed that imposing cock. I felt like the shower cut off and from the nerves of changing the control too quickly it fell under the bed, so I threw myself to the floor to look for it and felt the slut door open. Although, who really seemed a slut looking at porn, with an empty whiskey bottle and in 4 with her Booty pointing at a 50-year-old man she had met 30 minutes ago, was me.
Hahaha what happened to you Ceci?
SORRY MIGUEL, SORRY, I SWEAR THAT...
When I turned around, I saw his hair perfectly styled and his body very worked and maintained for his age, only covered by the towel from the waist down. His perfume smell invaded me again and without realizing the whole scene I stayed mute in the middle of the sentence, unable to at least take off my pants that were stuck in the Booty due to the pose.
Relax, I also sometimes watch it and besides, it comes free with this room
The simple and carefree way he responded didn't give me a chance for a reply or to try to excuse myself. I got up resigned and leaving the porn on in the background, I stayed looking at him waiting for him to guide me.
Do you want me to get into bed? I have a gel in my bag that's sure to do you good
He gave me the lubricant and lay down with the towel facing downwards on the bed. I let myself be carried away, sat on top of him and poured a good amount of lubricant onto my hands I started rubbing his body. I felt how exercised his body was and how he had taken care of his skin. Without almost thinking and as if I were a professional, I went passing my hands over all his back and arms, earning certain compliments from him that left me content.
The heat of the room was killing me, or maybe it was me who also felt a heat in my crotch that I couldn't control. My new and veteran friend had really hired me for some innocent massages. However, my thong was soaked and the background porn was a huge condition. I started searching to rub myself discreetly while massaging him. It wasn't enough. Consequently, and in something I still wonder how I dared, I said:
Do you want to turn over so I can keep going on your chest?
Miguel trusted my discipline and apparent ability for massages, turned around while I lifted his booty a bit to give space to his movement as I felt the rubbing of his body all over my crotch.
I settled back in, this time, my pussy was above his cock, only separated by his towel and my clothes. Miguel already had him completely hard, natural reaction if a 21-year-old girl is passing gel all over your body at that moment.
I put a good amount of gel on his chest this time and started spreading it over his neck, arms, stomach, and the border between his nudity and the towel covering his cock.
Unconsciously (or maybe not so much) I kept playing at rubbing myself in secret, although this time directly against his cock. I was getting excited by the tranquility with which Miguel handled the situation, enjoying my massages with his eyes closed and ignoring everything that was happening.
If at that moment I decided to look up, the moans of the background porn model would be added to my top showing off my hard nipples perfectly confirming my excited face and my game of rubs against his hard cock. morbo overcame me and with a good amount of gel in my hands, I pulled the Booty back a bit and opened its towel. I left a normal but very beautiful cock visible and rushed at it with both hands to massage its trunk and balls.
Miguel had his first reaction and it was a deep groan without opening his eyes.
I started to suck his cock that had very marked veins and produced more heat in me
The back-and-forth of my hand seemed to be the best until then, judging by his groans. At a moment of immense heat, I released the hand that was on his balls to bring it to my pussy. Taking advantage of the gel, I went straight to inserting my fingers and started to suck myself simultaneously on top of this gentleman.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed sucking his cock while doing the same with two fingers in my pussy. I started to groan and scream like my companion inside the television. We were a chorus of two whores giving pleasure to our respective men. I no longer knew if she was the same black man I had seen before or if she would also be satisfying another gentleman 30 years older than her. But it didn't matter, feeling his cock all veiny in my hand made me wet and finally feel a stream of moisture from my pussy while finishing on top of my veteran client.
I opened my eyes without stopping the masturbation I was giving him at any moment and saw him for the first time with open eyes and a lustful look at my tits.
With a smile and between groans, he said: What a slut face you put on just as you finished, Ceci?
I loved hearing that, so in that moment, I brought my other hand that still had my own fluids and started to suck him with both hands.
Almost immediately, a thick and long stream of semen jumped out, falling on my tits and legs, leaving me with enormous white lines on my black top and pants. He relaxed his posture and stretched his arms, showing how relaxed he was.
With a smile, he said Thanks, it was incredible. I finally understood that it was always an innocent request and who had provoked the married man was me, because I couldn't control my lust and heat. I put on my wetsuit again despite the heat to cover the semen stains on my breasts and hoped that the ones on the pants wouldn't be seen, which I tried to clean with a sheet. When I was about to leave, Miguel stopped me again. 'Ceci! Wait, you haven't been paid yet, take it' He gave me $1,000 in hand. Not only was I the most slutty girl at that moment, but I had even done it for free. I never asked how much or remembered the money. Only my lust had led me to that place.
He: We went out with the guys on Friday and I met a girl who is friends with Franco's friends
I interrupted his sentence with Are you going to tell me that you fell in love with her, brother?
No, no way. The young lady doesn't matter to me. But we started messing around with the guys missing one young lady with big breasts, friend of hers, who was going to introduce us to Mati and she threw us off because the skinny one was with Franco
I cut him off very excitedly this time...
WHAT?! Franco? Fran? Bianca's idiot boyfriend?
Yes, that little kid
No no no, but it can't be, are you sure?
At that moment, my head went back to last Friday when Fran had a stomachache and it wasn't because of his girlfriend. I also had a certain flashback to conversations with Bian about the lack of sex between them lately. I couldn't believe it, always having appreciated him for being with her for so long, and at that moment rage had invaded me. Even that same morning he had the audacity to make a scene at my friend's expense and ruin our morning. What a guy ...
If Bianca, sure, but don't open your mouth
I interrupted my thoughts and an insult I was about to say about the idiot in question.
No, you can't ask me this. How am I not going to tell Bianca?
Don't tell her, don't open your mouth and that's it Junior. The only way it will get out is through me, figure it out however you want but without saying a word of this
He then took me out of the room, leaving me speechless with more questions than answers.
Think about it, Cecilia, think about it I was telling myself while opening Instagram and trying to play detective.
First, I identified the girl who had eaten my brother at that party, searched for her group of friends and found a big-breasted one who, coincidentally, wasn't in the last Friday photo...
Bingo! What good is this? And now what about Cecilia?
I started reviewing her photos... comments, but nothing. Fran was either alive or simply luck was on his side.
I spent the entire afternoon reviewing both Instagrams looking for something to help me, ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand and woke up at dawn with a thread of saliva on the pillow and the phone without battery.
I put it to charge and wandered around my house around 3am looking for something to eat. Ah! Yes! At least I was good at killing that white pot of happiness with spoons!
I went back and turned on my phone, which had already charged, even if it was just enough to turn it on. I had several missed messages and calls from Bianca. I wrote her assuming it was a lost cause and she replied almost instantly.
'Friend, I'm still awake, you were worrying me' the tenderness of her message made me melt. On my part, I was carrying a huge load of guilt due to my brother and my poor detective work.
'I fell asleep after eating like a pig! Haha sorry!' I lied like never before. I felt my heart break from doing that but it was the only way to keep my word with my damn brother.
'Now siiiiii, time to sleep then! Besitooo' and she sent me a tender photo of her in pajamas, covered and sending me a kiss with a face.
I won't lie, I felt like the worst friend in the world and as if that wasn't enough, that demonstration of love from her part made me touch myself at that hour thinking about my friend. I hope they don't see me as a terrible person, but my body only moved until I put my hand on my pussy and started softly rubbing until it led to a masturbation with all the letters biting the pillow that had previously left with a thread of saliva, now it was who drowned out my moans until I finished and fell asleep again.
The next day I had to go to work for an expo at a nearby municipality. As you can imagine, my head could only think about how to help Bianca without betraying my brother. I arrived at the place completely lost in my thoughts and I grabbed the clothes they gave me for the local product presentation. I went to a cubicle to change and found the surprise that the suit seemed like some kind of bizarre bee cosplay. It was an entire set of yellow and black leggings that left my booty super marked and a neckline that seemed like it would explode from my tits. I felt a lot of shame putting on that but I needed the money and I left with what little dignity I had left.
I received an enormous amount of drooling comments from everyone. Double-entendre jokes about bees, queens, and my honey (GROSS).
Luckily, my brain was occupied thinking and thinking about how to expose Franco.
However, either the guys distracted me or I wasn't as quick-witted as I thought, but four hours passed since they hired me and I didn't resolve anything.
I took off that happy dress and went back to my usual worn-out clothes. At least this time I got to keep the makeup.
When I was about to leave, a man in a suit stopped me - maybe 45 or 50 years old. He was well-maintained, with gray hair and beard but a very modern style for his age, already noticeable that he was from Buenos Aires.
Excuse me, can I steal a second? What's your name?
If you want! Cecilia and you?
My name is Miguel, nice to meet you... blabla
Aha, look at you! And how can I help you, Miguel?
Look, we do many events in the area and saw that you were working as a promoter and maybe we could have you on our list for other jobs from our company. I promise it won't be any bee or insect-related
Haha, in my defense, I didn't know about that until they gave me the wardrobe, but yes. Although I'm going to Buenos Aires to study soon, but if it coincides with me here, delighted Miguel!
Well, we also do events like that so don't worry. Give me your number and I'll add you now, Ceci, by Okay, tell Migue that if you don't make me feel younger I will! I approached him to give him my phone and felt his perfume that got me drunk, nobody in my city used something like that and that left me a bit distracted to the point where I took seconds to remember my own number.
Miguel: Give it, I'll send you a message so you can have me. But schedule me as Migue!
So clear Migue and I winked at him in a complicit way.
When I was about to leave, he called me back Ceci!.
Miguel: What's wrong with mine, didn't offer if you wanted me to catch up somewhere
Eh... Yes, thanks! I said with surprise but also excited by such a gesture from a stranger.
He took me to his 4x4 black truck in perfect condition and clean (a surprising thing in the South due to so much dirt).
Everything smelled tasty, his truck, him, and even I realized I was wearing a loose hippie-style pant and a top sporty bottom that my brother had given me from some NBA team. I felt something of shame at that moment, Miguel was dressed up and I looked like a prostitute.
And what are you going to study in Buenos Aires? Can be known?
I want to study to become an Agricultural Engineer! It's hard but I'm perseverant haha
But good! We're looking for those profiles. When you're more advanced in your career, we'll probably be able to count on you to improve our company!
Haha oh yeah!! I won't forget this eh.
And tell me, what does a future agricultural engineer dressed as a sexy bee do? Sorry, bee
Totally blushing I responded it's that now with the travel theme, I need to gather money to be able to pay for the first months of residence where I'm going to live there, so nothing, no job is bad
He looks at me and with much innocence asks I hope you don't take it badly, but in general on these work trips I usually call my hotel to have them give me massages, if you know how, hired! I stayed frozen, I didn't really understand the end of the proposal, if it was genuine, if I was being offered a job as a slut or if I was just interpreting everything wrong.
I took a few seconds to react and said with a trembling voice and very low tone...
But... Do you think I'm a slut?
Noooo Ceci, please! Jajaja massages I said, but if not, forget it, we'll call you again to work as a promoter and future engineer at the company!
Yes, I accept! I said quickly and almost surprising myself.
Great! Then let's go to the hotel where I'm staying now since it's before your house
The next few minutes Miguel was super friendly and kept talking about life and how well I would do in Buenos Aires. I was a bit stunned by what I had done and also started to feel a sensation of nervousness and heat in my stomach. Without realizing it, I was starting to feel like my thong was getting wet from that strange situation.
Already at the hotel, while he parked, I could notice that on his hand there was a married man's ring. This calmed me down, I understood that his proposal was real. Although on the other side, it also increased my morbid curiosity to think about someone who was twice my age and married taking me so easily to his room.
We arrived and the room was the most expensive one in the place with a view of the mountain, a beauty. It had all his clothes inside the suitcase and everything in perfect order.
I'm going to take a shower unless you mind, I've been walking around a bit sweaty, grab what you want from the mini-fridge
Without giving me time to respond, he closed the bathroom door and opened the shower.
I stayed there alone and very nervous on my side. I had never done massages and much less of a slut. Although this last option still seemed implausible, I couldn't let my head take over with those ideas.
I followed his advice and to relax, I looked for something to drink in the mini-fridge, the only thing I found was a small whisky and almost Searching for a miracle, I gave a drink that I had never taken before a fund. I felt a burning and fire in my throat that were counterproductive with the inhumane heat of that room. I saw myself forced to take off my wetsuit and leave with my top that left little to the imagination of my chest.
To kill time, I turned on the TV and started changing channels, really just doing it to get rid of my nerves. As if fate was laughing at me, I found a porn channel showing a black man strongly taking the Booty of an innocent girl. His thrusts were impressive and the way she moaned but enjoyed that imposing cock. I felt like the shower cut off and from the nerves of changing the control too quickly it fell under the bed, so I threw myself to the floor to look for it and felt the slut door open. Although, who really seemed a slut looking at porn, with an empty whiskey bottle and in 4 with her Booty pointing at a 50-year-old man she had met 30 minutes ago, was me.
Hahaha what happened to you Ceci?
SORRY MIGUEL, SORRY, I SWEAR THAT...
When I turned around, I saw his hair perfectly styled and his body very worked and maintained for his age, only covered by the towel from the waist down. His perfume smell invaded me again and without realizing the whole scene I stayed mute in the middle of the sentence, unable to at least take off my pants that were stuck in the Booty due to the pose.
Relax, I also sometimes watch it and besides, it comes free with this room
The simple and carefree way he responded didn't give me a chance for a reply or to try to excuse myself. I got up resigned and leaving the porn on in the background, I stayed looking at him waiting for him to guide me.
Do you want me to get into bed? I have a gel in my bag that's sure to do you good
He gave me the lubricant and lay down with the towel facing downwards on the bed. I let myself be carried away, sat on top of him and poured a good amount of lubricant onto my hands I started rubbing his body. I felt how exercised his body was and how he had taken care of his skin. Without almost thinking and as if I were a professional, I went passing my hands over all his back and arms, earning certain compliments from him that left me content.
The heat of the room was killing me, or maybe it was me who also felt a heat in my crotch that I couldn't control. My new and veteran friend had really hired me for some innocent massages. However, my thong was soaked and the background porn was a huge condition. I started searching to rub myself discreetly while massaging him. It wasn't enough. Consequently, and in something I still wonder how I dared, I said:
Do you want to turn over so I can keep going on your chest?
Miguel trusted my discipline and apparent ability for massages, turned around while I lifted his booty a bit to give space to his movement as I felt the rubbing of his body all over my crotch.
I settled back in, this time, my pussy was above his cock, only separated by his towel and my clothes. Miguel already had him completely hard, natural reaction if a 21-year-old girl is passing gel all over your body at that moment.
I put a good amount of gel on his chest this time and started spreading it over his neck, arms, stomach, and the border between his nudity and the towel covering his cock.
Unconsciously (or maybe not so much) I kept playing at rubbing myself in secret, although this time directly against his cock. I was getting excited by the tranquility with which Miguel handled the situation, enjoying my massages with his eyes closed and ignoring everything that was happening.
If at that moment I decided to look up, the moans of the background porn model would be added to my top showing off my hard nipples perfectly confirming my excited face and my game of rubs against his hard cock. morbo overcame me and with a good amount of gel in my hands, I pulled the Booty back a bit and opened its towel. I left a normal but very beautiful cock visible and rushed at it with both hands to massage its trunk and balls.
Miguel had his first reaction and it was a deep groan without opening his eyes.
I started to suck his cock that had very marked veins and produced more heat in me
The back-and-forth of my hand seemed to be the best until then, judging by his groans. At a moment of immense heat, I released the hand that was on his balls to bring it to my pussy. Taking advantage of the gel, I went straight to inserting my fingers and started to suck myself simultaneously on top of this gentleman.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed sucking his cock while doing the same with two fingers in my pussy. I started to groan and scream like my companion inside the television. We were a chorus of two whores giving pleasure to our respective men. I no longer knew if she was the same black man I had seen before or if she would also be satisfying another gentleman 30 years older than her. But it didn't matter, feeling his cock all veiny in my hand made me wet and finally feel a stream of moisture from my pussy while finishing on top of my veteran client.
I opened my eyes without stopping the masturbation I was giving him at any moment and saw him for the first time with open eyes and a lustful look at my tits.
With a smile and between groans, he said: What a slut face you put on just as you finished, Ceci?
I loved hearing that, so in that moment, I brought my other hand that still had my own fluids and started to suck him with both hands.
Almost immediately, a thick and long stream of semen jumped out, falling on my tits and legs, leaving me with enormous white lines on my black top and pants. He relaxed his posture and stretched his arms, showing how relaxed he was.
With a smile, he said Thanks, it was incredible. I finally understood that it was always an innocent request and who had provoked the married man was me, because I couldn't control my lust and heat. I put on my wetsuit again despite the heat to cover the semen stains on my breasts and hoped that the ones on the pants wouldn't be seen, which I tried to clean with a sheet. When I was about to leave, Miguel stopped me again. 'Ceci! Wait, you haven't been paid yet, take it' He gave me $1,000 in hand. Not only was I the most slutty girl at that moment, but I had even done it for free. I never asked how much or remembered the money. Only my lust had led me to that place.
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