Llegó tarde a buscar a la bendi por garche con mi turra

This story occurred more or less four years after I had known my girl when our biggest sale was going to the garden. I had had some doubts about telling it or not, but the truth is that at this stage of life and after having been with my girl in the world for over 15 years, little and nothing matters to me what others think. Let's go slow from the beginning With luxury details as I know you like them, exit from a nursery school in those years, in La Matanza it was a real crazy thing on the small and broken Vereda, hundreds of divine girls, sluts, with sandals, Thong babe with short tops, with piercings in their noses, in their perches. Tattoos, tall, burly, and even that characteristic smell of neighborhood, street, me without revoking fuck the night before and going to sleep without bathing. Of course, Jessie, my girl, from this bunch of girls, sluts, and luchonas who I can assure you competed with each other to see who was the most slut, the most beautiful, the most girl, the most maintained, and the most vagabond outside the garden of their blessings. You could see her always on Calzada completely naked with a thread that marked itself and became transparent in the thin and fine fabric of the legging, playing and pretending to be innocent, putting on a black legging and a red or white thong to contrast and attract attention. The hot days had special magic because the girls took advantage of the heat well without clothes, one without a bra leaving her nipples marked for example Jessie, others with well-adjusted ones at the Booty, even some showing a little of their Booty. All this without counting the detail that the girls in reality didn't care about the garden of blessings, on the contrary it was a nuisance to have to go there to find them, most of them did it like they didn't want to and had almost an ass face as if the fault were of others and they had to. take care of going to fetch your own daughter to the garden. You could hear some conversations that were hilarious, like when they would complain if boys left 5 minutes later as if they really had something to do at home but the heat, sun, fatigue or cold in winter bothered them. Something like if society was in debt to them. Jessi was part of this and you could hear her talking basically the same age mother of classmates from our blessing who were complaining for the same reason. On the other hand, you could also hear talks about parties, clubs, birthdays, and they were all there immediately. I didn't speak, I just listened and enjoyed being part of that world And even though my girl loved competing with her peers, tough girls to see who had the best booty, who was more dressed up, who was naked, who got more attention, her own laziness made her want to stay home sometimes and leave the task of finding our son's mother or sister. On this occasion, in mid-October, she was debating between calling attention in the garden with a black finita brilla diva completely naked with a white triangular thread that even marked the metal ringlet and a short, comfortable Blanca-type pupera remerita taking mates without having to walk three blocks to the garden. I had returned early from work that day and found my girl dressed up for an infarct for worse we had left wanting more sex so seeing her with that burro totally naked and head-on was a tremendous reaction in my cock. And it's that seeing her like this, laid out on the couch, but totally slutty and divine, drove me crazy. So I went over without thinking too much, greeted her with a good kiss on the mouth, and another, and another. We started to get tangled up, an intense entanglement where I would support my cock resting in her crotch and She was feeling it while I firmly gripped her Booty cheeks with my right hand. We were tongue-tied, and she left the back of her neck exposed; the thing had quickly risen to 1000 degrees. Doña the cock dura parada cabezona, my girl, took me to the bed and with that unmistakable villera tone said Te chupo la cock y ala bendi la buscas vos. Of course, I wasn't going to refuse absolutely, and before I could even feel it with my head, my girl had already pulled down my jogging, stripping my completely hard and parada cabezona cock in front of her mouth. She quickly positioned her lips on it. I locked eyes with her for a second, recalling the moment, and I got hotter. She had the look of a women slut that didn't care about anything at all. It made me even hotter. Mira started sucking, giving pleasure; she would choke on my cock first strong then slow, wild each time lifting her gaze to pin me with her eyes. I was so turned on that I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass to fuck in that situation, so I did something girls love - I lifted her almost samarreandola and put her against the old and worn wooden wardrobe that stored our clothes; I took down her leggings and thong, and without saying a word, I inserted my cock. It's because girls love it when their guys dominate them, get them pregnant, and do what they want - although, of course, they'll deny it from the outside. The thing is we started fucking against the wardrobe savagely. This creaked and moved in time with each thrust of mine into that divine Booty. My girl screamed with pleasure. Little did she care if her mother or sister were listening from their rooms; we were in an oasis of heat and wild sex. Of course, this oasis is something for you guys - my girl doesn't know what this word means. Clearly, I had her there with her just bent over, pulling that Booty out towards the outside, the thong was at knee height, and the sandal was at foot level, with her hands resting on the dresser. With sandal-clad feet, she screamed in pleasure, enjoyed it, moaned, and asked me to give her more. The thing is that with such a good fuck, we completely forgot about the schedule we had to find the bendy. And while the teacher was at the garden gate, we were fucking like there was no tomorrow against the dresser in the room. I don't know if my girl knew or not what had happened by then, I suppose she didn't care either, even from that hour on we kept fucking for 20 to 25 more minutes. When she felt me about to cum, she turned around, got back into a squatting position and gave me a good blow job again. I don't need such a long blow job because after a tremendous complete fuck, the mouthful of cum was a beautiful explosion. I realized it was very late and we had to find the bendy in the garden. But my girl didn't make any fuss, she reclined on the bed and started watching Facebook. I changed relatively quickly and went to look for him laughing at the situationIllustrative photo