My starving Booty, ruin and salvation I

My Starving Booty, Perdition and Salvation II

And this story happened to me last winter. My boss took some days off in August and went skiing in Bariloche with the legal family, just to vary, and in an austere plan as he said. Well, I had unexpected vacations, time to scratch my pussy and stay home until late, making a mess on the bed or sweating on the mat. I would also go for a bike ride after killing myself at the gym.

In the afternoon, I liked to browse the net for a while, and yes, I confess, I spent hours browsing before even thinking of having my own account. I became quite a voyeur!

This is like a drug, ladies and gentlemen, and I say it very seriously. Try poringa, you'll leave in a fury, with your thong dripping and your vulva on fire. My husband paid the consequences. Or whoever crossed my path, haha!

After that, you'd leave Poringa for days, weeks, it seems like you've forgotten all about it. But then the little bug bites you again and you go back (promising yourself it'll be the last time!) and can't stop coming to see those cocks, those videos, chusmear stories, seeing things that make your lamp light up and you say:

-Why don't I do that pose to my monotonous husband?

Or you feel super identified with what happened to a cutie with her boyfriend or friend's dad and it relieves you, because you thought you were a crazy nymphomaniac who didn't leave anyone standing, but no; there are more like me! We're a Legion!

Well, one afternoon, while browsing those silly pages, my PC got filled with viruses (as they explained to me, obviously I lit the idiot of my husband on fire, making him take responsibility) and it wouldn't turn back on. I was desperate. I had dedicated a couple of afternoons to watching porn and touching myself in ways you can't imagine, so I couldn't bear staying without my recent hobby.

Uffff! You have no idea how I was dying! Lying on my chair, with just my mini, no thong, and breasts. With my little feet resting on the table and my legs wide open... I ended up with my clitoris inflamed... So many pleasures! Consternated, annoyed by the impossibility of continuing on that addictive masturbation train in my free afternoons, I remembered Kili, the skinny guy from 9th C, who fixed my sister-in-law's notebook. I searched for the card he had left and sent him a text message; he responded immediately. In 20 minutes, he was at my apartment, a churroooooo...!

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Sorry, what I just wrote was me cleaning the drool off the keyboard, jijiji.

This guy is so repulsive. Perfumed, with a two-day stubble, tanned like a surfer. Similar to the actor from Thor, no, a pussy like that! As soon as he arrived, my mouth and pants were watering. Kili was with a sweet girl with big breasts, blonde hair cut short, who had a barbarian's face. They had two little kids and a slut I never knew how she managed to get from the 9th floor balcony where they lived to my 7th floor balcony without going crazy.

Kili arrived quite elaborate, with his tools in a backpack, and started checking the machine. I was chatting while watching everything he did. He had on a mini skirt and a top with a low-cut neckline. Taquitos and (not minor detail) he was wearing thong underwear because I wasn't planning to get my neighbor, I mean, sometimes things just happen, pass, occur without one planning or elaborating plans or strategies. I was quite decent, looking like a lady!, chatting with the PC technician about nonsense, until I mentioned my discomfort working on the computer:

-Always finish with a sore neck.-I confessed.

-Surely it's because of the comp or you stay like that after other labors.-He responded cheekily.

I liked his boldness, that double entendre game. I returned fire:

-Ni ahí nene, after those labores I finish feeling a seditious woman.-I said winking at him.

-Then let's rule out the rough stuff, jeje, you must be sitting badly.-He Ay what a bold one!.-I scandalized while screwing, -Hahahaha! The wrinkles don't make my neck and waist hurt like they have been lately.-I added. Kili got up from the seat and told me: -Come here, sit down and show me how you work.-He asked. I obeyed. I sat down and pretended to write on the keyboard. -No way!!! You'll get a torticollis, Luli!.-He teased me, making funny gestures and poses. He came up behind me and grabbed my waist with those strong arms and long, chubby fingers that made his hand look like a bunch of prunes! Imagine my state upon this unexpected contact, that intoxicating perfume, and Kili's rough voice... I'm getting wet again just thinking about that moment! -Sit down straight, girl!.-He said smiling. -Like in school!.-He added, laughing. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling them back a bit, adjusted my head position, and took me higher up on the waist, this time rubbing against my breasts to put me well against the back of the chair. I'm easy to ignite, inflamable, you know, it was enough with those touches and rubs for me to get wet. My cheeks turned red as he caressed his hairy arm when pulling it out almost in slow motion from my hips. Ah, we knew then, I think, that this was going to end badly or too well. When I stood up, he insisted on correcting my position, made me stand straight again, grabbed me again with his back to mine, and adjusted my torso, legs, pushed my Booty! pressing just above the buttocks towards the front. I felt his hands moving in and out of my body and they felt like molten metal. Kili was talking to me at such close range that I could feel his breath on my neck, I don't know what he was saying about the importance of good posture, only that, by mistake, I threw my bum back where it hit the surfer's PC repairer's sex. Flash! She had it big and good the poor thing!

-It's that I've gotten used to stopping like this.-I say, pretending, protesting like a spoiled child.

He puts his hands on my hips, holding me tight, gripping me like one grips a mare in heat, a filly asking for a stallion;

-Let me adjust myself.-He says.

A fire ran through me. I correct my posture again; but he was already daring to do it more and more. He was taking hold of my breast with more confidence; feeling my breasts more, and I went back to leaning against him on the couch.

-Mommy.-He whispered in my ear.

-Mommy, you're going to get a nap! You have to keep yourself straight.-He added laughing.

He massaged my neck with his skilled hands and I felt those incredible electric shocks that make you shiver when someone touches you at that moment when the heat is rising and your defenses are down. I shook all over, my skin stood on end.

-What's wrong? Haven't you been left to be a rebel for a long time?.-Kili raises the stakes.

He didn't let me respond. He put his two hands on my Booty and pulled me back a bit to adjust my posture.

I sent myself forward alone. I couldn't hold back a moan.

-Ahhhh!!! Hmmm...!

It came out of my soul. I was ready for anything at that point. His hands were still on my ass. The moan ignited it. He started tracing my Booty, from top to bottom, over the little skirt.

-This bum always drove me crazy.-He whispered.

I closed my eyes and let myself be done. I put my hands on the back of the chair and opened my legs a bit.

-Then get your pleasure baby!.-I replied with a sweet voice.

I thought to myself that Kili and my husband were one for another, since I had hooked him up to the worst is nothing more than once, eating his ass with his eyes on the surfer's cutie. And if they rush, I don't know if he didn't already consume it, because the little girl has a face that sells her quickly! This trap wasn't in my plans, but I justified myself with the following reasoning; either she was returning to my spouse If I had already cornered the little one with the peti) or simply did 'justice by my own booty', due to the unpardonable affront of looking stupidly, without shame or pretenses, at my fucking nostrils, without the slightest respect, the prominent ass of the little one in question, as soon as I traveled in an elevator or met on the landing gave. But let's not get out of the situation, Kili already had his hand under my skirt, feeling me up and down over the thong. -Hmmmm! Siii!!!.-I came. He massaged my booty with great skill, hmmmmmmm. He was giving it to me softly, and he had the good sense to take a second to lick his fingers before touching me directly. A dandy! This is a good tip that men should keep in mind. LEAN CHICOS! Many times, the outer ring does not lubricate with the speed we feel burning our crotch, so it's good to be careful, soft, and moisten your fingers before direct handling (especially over the clitoris, where we are much more sensitive). I'm still teaching in my stories and educating new generations of men, as a humble contribution to the community [Read this Mr. Judge, count how I serve the community!] I continued playing with the fabric of my thong, stretching it and making it sink between my buttocks, while his other fingers made me vibrate like an old harp. One hand behind me, the other in front. Kili behind me, nibbling on my neck, passing his tongue over me. I felt the tips of those fingers drawing circles on the scapula of my ass. But I also felt them ahead, down there, playing with the lips and softly rubbing the clitoris. Didn't I tell you about his fingers? The metaphor of cluster of porns fit him like a ring. Perhaps thinking about this last one, his finger searched for my ring. He poked me with one of those thick fingers, moistening it before in the juicy ring, what a crack! Half a finger entered, looked like the head of a cock. He moved it... Like a crazy coil inside, around, the animal was making me sick! I felt my little hole burning, the finger sinking deeper and deeper, now imitating the pumping.

I was completely devoted, re-passive, only held up by crouching over the back of the chair, sticking out my butt and delirious with his caresses.

It dilated deliciously. It's hard not to lose it when they touch you like that. A handling comparable to those days with my first boyfriend, when we started discovering each other's bodies, killing each other with slaps, which later evolved into little kisses, for cum in novel garchadas. The difference is that now I had a type with magical hands.

Two fingers felt themselves taking their place in my ring. Ah, it hurt me, but at the same time it drove me crazy. It had been a while since I was moaning and begging him.

-Ahhhh! Siiii! Give it to me, Papi!.-I begged.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him moving behind me, thought he was undressing, and then felt his tongue, licking the aureola of the full butt, around his fingers. He had bent down to suck my butt.

I was lost. I was shaking my hips and giving it to him in the mouth. Without taking those hooks out of my ass, he tried to hold me with his other hand. He was biting my buttocks, licking that small oasis between the brown and the crack, so forgotten and so sensitive to good licks.

He had a great tongue, it was for lifting the palate with number 10 and giving him a generous return on his performance, but this wasn't fucking in a dream, it was a tricky screw, a little air can.

I was revolting the boneless by soaking me from the few guys who left me at the beginning of the vulva to the end of the ass crack. What a blow job! Slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole and replaced them with his tongue. He was penetrating nicely and putting his lips around the ass, making a little bubble, sucking me crazy.

To give you an idea, here are the onomatopoeias I had to create to graph that blessed blowjob with my face buried between my songs, which he was giving me: -Smackshh! Chuickss! Shhack! Slurb! Shhhmack!.-That's how I heard her mouth slapping. My face was transforming with pleasure, I wanted to vvvvvvrrggaaa!!!

And then the moment arrived, gentlemen!

She stood up. Her jeans and minimum slip fell off, leaving them on her ankles, she passed her open hand over my pussy, joining juices and lubricating it. She leaned me against that monster's head in the ass and started pushing.

It was a huge cock! A snake bursting into my hungry asterisk. The slut mother, as I would be lost if I was splitting my ass in 8, and my reaction was to open my buttocks with both hands so she could keep going!

The head seemed stuck at the entrance, the sphincter relaxed slowly, luckily Kili didn't force things. She pulled out the piece and lubricated it more, with saliva and my flows. She turned back to me and said: pussy, to relax me, so that the pleasure would be greater than the pain. The glans slid firmly and decisively.

-Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Son of a bitch!!! You're breaking my ass!!!!

I screamed desperately.

-Siii mama! Tranqui que ya pasó lo peor baby!

She lost her head in my anal depths. I felt like I was giving birth to a fire through the butt! I concentrated to cross that threshold of pain, which I thought would pass as I got used to my ass's size.

The rest of the member opened its way slowly. It took its time. I screamed like a slut out of control. She grabbed me with both hands on my hips and finished putting that whole thing in. I felt her balls hitting the lower part of my pussy. That intense pain you feel when entering a cock like that into your bum is only an instant, a moment, then the pleasure is immense, much more than the pain, I started moving a lot, pushing with my waist against her cock to embed it even deeper, and then he hugged me even tighter.

And what follows is Murphy's Law of sex for kids. Life isn't fair, we know that. To the cutie who God gives a good ass, He doesn't give tits. that has tremendous tits, doesn't have an ass. The one that has a beautiful totó and good boobs, her face is a mess. And they can make all possible combinations, but always lack 5 for the weight, the slut mother! (I'm not an exception, I got implants).

And that afternoon, enjoying a cock that I calculated to be about 25 cm thick and pulsing, Murphy's law took over; If you get a giant cock, it's sure to end quickly!

I squeeze my ass well because I know men like it, feeling like it's still smaller, CHICKS TAKE NOTE! Strangle the cock with the muscles of the sphincter, cut nails when they're making them butt, and they'll see how they make them happy! It's an orthomolecular sensation.

The guy with the marvelous porn and silk hands started to ram me and on the third thrust...

Yes, you read that right, the anaconda exploded in my intestines without giving me time to enjoy it, to give her a good welcome. A big wave of cum entered directly into my rectum.

-Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!! It's over!!!.-The idiot screamed.

I knew at least three seconds before his scream announced it, and I was about to yell at him when the electric doorbell rang and I heard my husband's unmistakable voice:

-Hello Lu!At that moment, the kid goat froze on my ass.

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