Before I go on to tell you about the preparations I've made so far to achieve eating my son Marcel's cock and having it between my legs to ride it with all my love and all my soul, I wanted to clarify a few things:
First: My goal is not to displace or remove Andrea from Marcel's life; I want them to continue their lives as they have until now and do what they themselves decide. The only thing that has left me marked is the sexual scene that occurred between them, which I witnessed by chance, and since then my sole obsession has been eating my Marcel.
Second: My attraction towards Marcel's cock and his entire beautiful body is not just physical, but mainly mental, and I need to release the adrenaline that accumulates as a consequence of my sexual desires with my son, from thinking about it almost all the time I'm free and sometimes at work. That's why I need to seduce him very well; it's not just because I see myself as a woman because there will be many other younger ones without moral or social commitments, but if I can make him really possess in his mind and body the morbid need to take himself with his own Mom, then there won't be any problems of competition in public places where I plan to take him. I'm really desperate for sex with my son and want it to be a slow and sensual experience so that he accumulates as much semen as possible in his testicles and can give it to me to drink during his orgasms.
Third: I don't need cocks that satisfy my entrails; only the obelisk of my Marcel will do that. Besides, if I ever needed them, I have my admirers and friends from several years ago, although I haven't gone out with anyone since I separated from my husband. Anyway, thanks to those who kindly offered me their cocks through my email; one never knows what the future may bring. Maybe the only possibility what would have happened is that they would come to the porn theater in Bogotá, where they could serve me as training for when I go to eat Marcel's sweet little thing.
Fourth: Effectively the first narrative is something long, but I've always thought that what matters are the details more than the urgency of saying that I ate his cock and rode him insatiably until late hours of the morning. That's why, thinking that each action should be complete, sometimes they get a bit dense. I'm almost sure there are no spelling errors (correct writing of words), maybe grammatical errors (punctuation signs, concatenation, etc.); but these are minor problems that everyone will know to excuse a novice in this field.
PREPARATIONS
First of all, I am a 34-year-old woman, 1.72 m tall (93 cm at the level of my tits, 61 cm around my waist and 96 cm around my ass), brunette, nose upturned, semi-hollow cheekbones and somewhat fleshy lips, chestnut hair that I keep to the fourth part of my back. I measure 1 m from the shoulder to the knees and 60 cm to my pleasure cave; from the knees to the little one I measure 38 cm; and my legs are 91 cm long. These measurements I give for those who want to imagine me dressed in the purchases I have already made.
From the actions proposed in my first narrative, until now I have done the following:
1) I bought two pairs of high-heeled shoes: one gray pair 12 cm tall and the other red pair 15 cm tall; two pairs of opaque stockings, one black pair and one natural pair, both with silicone on top to prevent them from slipping (stay-up); two garters, one black and the other red; five little dresses that fit me well and are tight against my body: one black dress with wide straps (80 cm long), one beige dress with thin straps and 68 cm long total, one black strapless dress with internal support (58 cm long), one purple dress with a back) totally shaved and in front of a triangular shape ending in a collar that adjusts elastically to any neck (30 cm from the triangular part and 67 cm long total); and, one really small brown one (63 cm with a strap at the bottom of 7 cm wide that fits very well against the legs). 2) Being totally naked, I put on the pair of natural-colored stockings, the gray shoes, the black garter belt, and the purple dress. God almighty! What delight to pause and walk sensually with this outfit smelling new. Then I took off my shoes to put on a Jean and slipped into a black leather jacket. I got on a bus going up Avenida El Dorado towards the center to go to my first porn theater (Esmeralda Pussycat). As I passed by the sector of Calle 22, between Carreras 16 and Caracas, I noticed something I hadn't seen except in some TV news: Bogotá's street prostitution zone. Then I realized that the outfit I was wearing under my Jean and jacket was almost the same as what I could observe on those women on the street; but especially I was left stunned to see a very beautiful woman with a lovely body wearing a totally transparent dress and absolutely nothing underneath, mounted on high heels and shamelessly showing herself to passersby. Would I really be like one of them? Could I someday go out like that in the street with my Marcel?. The bus continued and after just three minutes I got off at Carrera 10th to start my short walk to Carrera 7 with Calle 24 where the porn theater is located. I entered, paid the $5,000 ticket, passed through the hall where they sell erotic products, videos, and pornographic magazines. I went into the bathroom and totally decided and driven by a nervous pleasure, I took off my jacket and Jean, which I stored in my handbag. I adjusted my dress, ' I fixed my hair and looking at myself in the mirror I saw like one of the prostitutes I had just seen on the street during my trip to this place. I left the bathroom and headed into the theater, catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye that the salesgirl was staring at me in amazement at my transformation. I continued without paying much attention to this fact, but as I entered the projection room I started to feel a cold sweat dripping down my forehead, which I wiped away and continued decisively down the left corridor until I reached the front of the screen, turned right and went up very slowly to the right corridor, which I climbed slowly now totally liberated from my fears, clearly showing who and how I was dressed, not knowing how many people were paying attention to the spectacle that I had just given to the spectators who could be distracted by the scenes on the screen. I felt my body floating and wanted to keep spinning around the corridors, the entrance corridor and the corridor in front of the screen. Finally, I sat down in a row behind a red light that has a no-smoking sign. As I sat down, I felt immense pleasure at the contact of my body with the cold leather of the chair. I felt a special warmth all over my body, despite knowing that it was actually freezing in that sex venue.
Just a few moments after sitting and stretching out my dress a bit above my knees, crossing my legs and observing my illuminated body in the changing shadow of the projection rays on the screen, three spectators approached and sat down behind me in the row I had chosen. Clearly they were looking at my illuminated legs by the reflection of the light and the red color of the no-smoking sign. About 5 minutes later, a fourth man sat down in front of me and shamelessly turned around to look at me from my feet to my head, then stopped, I don't know why. I focused on the movie that was being projected, as if nobody was there. Looking at myself or not caring if they were doing it or not. I started to get wet when I saw the explicit sex scenes and was about to start giving myself a discreet touch between my legs, when a boy with white socks and a shoulder bag sat down in the front row, on the seat that hits the wall, under the no smoking sign. He didn't look at me, like the guy who was sitting at the opposite end of the row of seats was still doing it, but what would be my surprise when I saw him horizontalize himself over a second chair (I later found out they had removed the armrest that normally separates them), take out his cock and start masturbating. He clearly lifted his ass to let me see him wanking, but there wasn't much to see due to the darkness, only the movement of his right hand on that cock. I felt a great sensation thinking if I should tell him if he wanted me to move over to the seat next to him where he was and give him a good blow job, then climb up and sink that cock in until it came inside me. But when I was about to make that proposal, he got up, grabbed his bag and left. A little later he returned and almost did the same thing, but the idea of making the request I had been about to make him didn't go through my head again.
At the end of the movie and when the theater lights came on, I felt that cold sensation on my forehead and back again, not knowing if they were looking at me or what those sitting behind me were doing. Those in front would occasionally glance back at me and then forward again. The intermission lasted about five minutes that seemed eternal to me, and when the lights went out to make way for the next projection, I wished it never ended, I wanted them to keep watching me, see that there was a woman in heat, who needed from someone who would let him say something, or from a cock to be able to take advantage of the darkness and give him a delicious blow job (like it was going to my Marcel, the reason for this madness of mine). There hadn't been more than 15 minutes since the new movie started when two men sat down in the two chairs under the no-smoking sign, one of them began to touch the other's crotch and quickly opened his zipper, took it off, pulled out his cock and started sucking it. Then he himself undid his pants and asked the other to rub his ass while continuing to suck his cock, it didn't last more than three minutes and you could hear the typical moan of someone who is ejaculating. After ejaculation, the one who achieved it stood up, put his pants back on, adjusted the zipper and left. The one who performed the blow job began to spit out the semen that was left in his mouth and couldn't swallow. He put his pants back on, straightened his suit jacket and sat down in a chair and turned around to look at me, it was a man of about 50 years old, fat and balding on top of his head. Five minutes later he got up and left.
After that, seeing that no one came near me, only looking and nothing more, I focused on the movie, started to tidy up my dress a bit and initiated my own masturbation without stopping watching the scenes passing on the screen, I imagined myself as one of those actresses and when one of them started sucking his cock so tasty for her scene partner, I began entering and exiting my fingers in my hot little thing, I forgot if they were looking or not and when that beautiful woman climbed onto the man and started riding him, I accelerated my manual movements, lifted up as much as I could from the chair. I leaned back on my back and high heels and frantically put my fingers into my pleasure cave, moaned discreetly until I reached orgasm. Just after this ended, he Cursed feeling of guilt, the mental promises that I wouldn't bring my Marcel to this site, etc. I put on Jean and jacket as best I could, grabbed my purse and left there for my apartment. At least I was clear that when I brought Marcel, if I managed to reach that stage one day, there would be no bigger problem. Most of the attendees were homosexuals and only interested in what they already had programmed, so that would be good for my plans, if only they would take advantage of the show that eating my Marcel would give them and with that they would realize their own wanks or blowjobs among themselves.
3) A week after I left the porn theater, my mind and especially my wet pussy were screaming at me to keep going, telling me I needed to have Marcel's cock inside my mouth, that I had to seduce him and excite him as much as possible. Then I decided to wear stockings, a garter belt, a dental floss thong and 15 cm high heels to take them to work in my purse. I dressed in the normal uniform: skirt above the knees, low-heeled shoes, button-down shirt and jacket. I told Marcel that he needed to find the electricity bill and go pay it, but so he wouldn't have to stand in those long lines, he should go to the office where I work after half-day and pass by the cash register where I worked to make his life easier. After lunch, I went to the office bank bathroom, took off my panty and low-heeled shoes, put on stockings, garter belt, thong and high heels. That way I left without drawing attention from my coworkers and headed to my work site.
As it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon when finally Marcel entered the office, my breathing accelerated but instantly I pulled up my skirt a bit higher than halfway up my legs, called Marcel and as he sat down on the cash register counter, let a stamp accidentally fall and ran the rotating chair backwards, opened myself up a little. legs and I bent down to pick up what had fallen. Then I slowly returned to my normal position and looked at his face, which was red from embarrassment, indicating that he had indeed been looking at my crotch and the lingerie that half-covered it, I had achieved my goal. I finished attending to him as if nothing had happened and told him we would see each other later in the apartment, saying I would be a bit late because I had to close the cash register and balance the month's accounts. At night when I arrived at the apartment, Marcel was watching TV in the living room and upon entering, I leaned over to greet him with a kiss and noticed that he was again looking at my legs and noted a slight reaction on his pants covering the trophy I hoped to make mine someday. I turned around and headed to my bedroom to put away my purse, walked slowly and sensually, and from the corner of my eye could observe that he was discreetly looking at my body. In these moments, I'm watching a porn movie on the computer (tube8.com, Stepsister moves in: it's about how a stepsister comes to live with her brother and his wife and between the two they manage to take him to the bedroom upstairs, where they will suck and screw each other; both are wearing black mini-skirts and halter tops over their breasts, already the wife has turned him over on the bed, started sucking him, and the sister is getting off really tasty and licking her lips, the wife took off the clothes she was wearing and is slowly licking him up top, looks at her brother's sister out of the corner of her eye and shows him his completely erect cock, which causes the sister to stop masturbating and crawl towards her own brother's cock, the wife only lets him watch her giving herself a blow job, puts it right next to her sister-in-law's mouth and lets her give her some tongue licks...lets her sister-in-law suck on the head of that delightful cock...now they're sucking each other off until the end...the wife takes away... mini skirt to my sister... while she's sucking it until the testicles, we both moan with pleasure, already getting up and rubbing our voluptuous bodies completely naked, my sister sits on her back over her brother's stomach and my wife rubs his cock between her vaginal lips, then my sister retires and puts her chochita on her brother's face and my wife fucks that cock yummy and puts it under her cave yummy, crosses her right leg over her husband's body while he's sucking her vagina to her own sister, with her right hand behind her body, my wife orients her husband's cock towards the entrance of her completely depilated chochita and sits on that hard cock, lets it enter smoothly and starts the ride... my sister can't resist the temptation and asks my wife to retire to the floor of the room while she directs her mouth towards her brother's cock who doesn't stop giving her pleasure by sucking her chochita... sucks it so tasty, letting the pre-seminal liquid that comes out of that cock flow through the corner of her lips, my wife takes that object away from her mouth and starts sucking it again, my sister removes her chochita from her brother's mouth and crawling directs her crotch towards his cock, my wife lifts it with her right hand slowly and looks at her sister-in-law with a foxy face... until she manages to sit on her brother's cock, my wife takes it away and sucks it, then leaves it again at the entrance of her sister's chochita who lets it enter quickly and starts a fast ride, giving out cries of pleasure.. has a possessed face, her eyes are twisted and her face is completely gone, enjoying that cock between her entrails... finally my wife retires and tells them to kiss with tongue and after this the brother puts his sister's mouth at his disposal again... until they it drips on her face). Unfortunately, I can't make myself the corresponding masturbation because I'm at an Internet Café, I think I'll get to my apartment to look at Marcel's crotch and then jerk off in the name of that mast I need so urgently...I'm totally soaked (but I'm still wearing pants, so there won't be any problem).
In the next installment, I'll tell you about the development of what I've done to get on top of my Marcel. I plan to start seducing my son by putting on the black dress of 80 cm and over time placing the shortest ones until I'm sure I can put on the brown dress with which I'll finally launch myself at eating my Marcel's cock...I don't know what will end this second stage, but I'll tell you as soon as I finish, that installment will be dedicated to everything I've done and achieved with my son, whether or not I achieve my purpose.
First: My goal is not to displace or remove Andrea from Marcel's life; I want them to continue their lives as they have until now and do what they themselves decide. The only thing that has left me marked is the sexual scene that occurred between them, which I witnessed by chance, and since then my sole obsession has been eating my Marcel.
Second: My attraction towards Marcel's cock and his entire beautiful body is not just physical, but mainly mental, and I need to release the adrenaline that accumulates as a consequence of my sexual desires with my son, from thinking about it almost all the time I'm free and sometimes at work. That's why I need to seduce him very well; it's not just because I see myself as a woman because there will be many other younger ones without moral or social commitments, but if I can make him really possess in his mind and body the morbid need to take himself with his own Mom, then there won't be any problems of competition in public places where I plan to take him. I'm really desperate for sex with my son and want it to be a slow and sensual experience so that he accumulates as much semen as possible in his testicles and can give it to me to drink during his orgasms.
Third: I don't need cocks that satisfy my entrails; only the obelisk of my Marcel will do that. Besides, if I ever needed them, I have my admirers and friends from several years ago, although I haven't gone out with anyone since I separated from my husband. Anyway, thanks to those who kindly offered me their cocks through my email; one never knows what the future may bring. Maybe the only possibility what would have happened is that they would come to the porn theater in Bogotá, where they could serve me as training for when I go to eat Marcel's sweet little thing.
Fourth: Effectively the first narrative is something long, but I've always thought that what matters are the details more than the urgency of saying that I ate his cock and rode him insatiably until late hours of the morning. That's why, thinking that each action should be complete, sometimes they get a bit dense. I'm almost sure there are no spelling errors (correct writing of words), maybe grammatical errors (punctuation signs, concatenation, etc.); but these are minor problems that everyone will know to excuse a novice in this field.
PREPARATIONS
First of all, I am a 34-year-old woman, 1.72 m tall (93 cm at the level of my tits, 61 cm around my waist and 96 cm around my ass), brunette, nose upturned, semi-hollow cheekbones and somewhat fleshy lips, chestnut hair that I keep to the fourth part of my back. I measure 1 m from the shoulder to the knees and 60 cm to my pleasure cave; from the knees to the little one I measure 38 cm; and my legs are 91 cm long. These measurements I give for those who want to imagine me dressed in the purchases I have already made.
From the actions proposed in my first narrative, until now I have done the following:
1) I bought two pairs of high-heeled shoes: one gray pair 12 cm tall and the other red pair 15 cm tall; two pairs of opaque stockings, one black pair and one natural pair, both with silicone on top to prevent them from slipping (stay-up); two garters, one black and the other red; five little dresses that fit me well and are tight against my body: one black dress with wide straps (80 cm long), one beige dress with thin straps and 68 cm long total, one black strapless dress with internal support (58 cm long), one purple dress with a back) totally shaved and in front of a triangular shape ending in a collar that adjusts elastically to any neck (30 cm from the triangular part and 67 cm long total); and, one really small brown one (63 cm with a strap at the bottom of 7 cm wide that fits very well against the legs). 2) Being totally naked, I put on the pair of natural-colored stockings, the gray shoes, the black garter belt, and the purple dress. God almighty! What delight to pause and walk sensually with this outfit smelling new. Then I took off my shoes to put on a Jean and slipped into a black leather jacket. I got on a bus going up Avenida El Dorado towards the center to go to my first porn theater (Esmeralda Pussycat). As I passed by the sector of Calle 22, between Carreras 16 and Caracas, I noticed something I hadn't seen except in some TV news: Bogotá's street prostitution zone. Then I realized that the outfit I was wearing under my Jean and jacket was almost the same as what I could observe on those women on the street; but especially I was left stunned to see a very beautiful woman with a lovely body wearing a totally transparent dress and absolutely nothing underneath, mounted on high heels and shamelessly showing herself to passersby. Would I really be like one of them? Could I someday go out like that in the street with my Marcel?. The bus continued and after just three minutes I got off at Carrera 10th to start my short walk to Carrera 7 with Calle 24 where the porn theater is located. I entered, paid the $5,000 ticket, passed through the hall where they sell erotic products, videos, and pornographic magazines. I went into the bathroom and totally decided and driven by a nervous pleasure, I took off my jacket and Jean, which I stored in my handbag. I adjusted my dress, ' I fixed my hair and looking at myself in the mirror I saw like one of the prostitutes I had just seen on the street during my trip to this place. I left the bathroom and headed into the theater, catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye that the salesgirl was staring at me in amazement at my transformation. I continued without paying much attention to this fact, but as I entered the projection room I started to feel a cold sweat dripping down my forehead, which I wiped away and continued decisively down the left corridor until I reached the front of the screen, turned right and went up very slowly to the right corridor, which I climbed slowly now totally liberated from my fears, clearly showing who and how I was dressed, not knowing how many people were paying attention to the spectacle that I had just given to the spectators who could be distracted by the scenes on the screen. I felt my body floating and wanted to keep spinning around the corridors, the entrance corridor and the corridor in front of the screen. Finally, I sat down in a row behind a red light that has a no-smoking sign. As I sat down, I felt immense pleasure at the contact of my body with the cold leather of the chair. I felt a special warmth all over my body, despite knowing that it was actually freezing in that sex venue.
Just a few moments after sitting and stretching out my dress a bit above my knees, crossing my legs and observing my illuminated body in the changing shadow of the projection rays on the screen, three spectators approached and sat down behind me in the row I had chosen. Clearly they were looking at my illuminated legs by the reflection of the light and the red color of the no-smoking sign. About 5 minutes later, a fourth man sat down in front of me and shamelessly turned around to look at me from my feet to my head, then stopped, I don't know why. I focused on the movie that was being projected, as if nobody was there. Looking at myself or not caring if they were doing it or not. I started to get wet when I saw the explicit sex scenes and was about to start giving myself a discreet touch between my legs, when a boy with white socks and a shoulder bag sat down in the front row, on the seat that hits the wall, under the no smoking sign. He didn't look at me, like the guy who was sitting at the opposite end of the row of seats was still doing it, but what would be my surprise when I saw him horizontalize himself over a second chair (I later found out they had removed the armrest that normally separates them), take out his cock and start masturbating. He clearly lifted his ass to let me see him wanking, but there wasn't much to see due to the darkness, only the movement of his right hand on that cock. I felt a great sensation thinking if I should tell him if he wanted me to move over to the seat next to him where he was and give him a good blow job, then climb up and sink that cock in until it came inside me. But when I was about to make that proposal, he got up, grabbed his bag and left. A little later he returned and almost did the same thing, but the idea of making the request I had been about to make him didn't go through my head again.
At the end of the movie and when the theater lights came on, I felt that cold sensation on my forehead and back again, not knowing if they were looking at me or what those sitting behind me were doing. Those in front would occasionally glance back at me and then forward again. The intermission lasted about five minutes that seemed eternal to me, and when the lights went out to make way for the next projection, I wished it never ended, I wanted them to keep watching me, see that there was a woman in heat, who needed from someone who would let him say something, or from a cock to be able to take advantage of the darkness and give him a delicious blow job (like it was going to my Marcel, the reason for this madness of mine). There hadn't been more than 15 minutes since the new movie started when two men sat down in the two chairs under the no-smoking sign, one of them began to touch the other's crotch and quickly opened his zipper, took it off, pulled out his cock and started sucking it. Then he himself undid his pants and asked the other to rub his ass while continuing to suck his cock, it didn't last more than three minutes and you could hear the typical moan of someone who is ejaculating. After ejaculation, the one who achieved it stood up, put his pants back on, adjusted the zipper and left. The one who performed the blow job began to spit out the semen that was left in his mouth and couldn't swallow. He put his pants back on, straightened his suit jacket and sat down in a chair and turned around to look at me, it was a man of about 50 years old, fat and balding on top of his head. Five minutes later he got up and left.
After that, seeing that no one came near me, only looking and nothing more, I focused on the movie, started to tidy up my dress a bit and initiated my own masturbation without stopping watching the scenes passing on the screen, I imagined myself as one of those actresses and when one of them started sucking his cock so tasty for her scene partner, I began entering and exiting my fingers in my hot little thing, I forgot if they were looking or not and when that beautiful woman climbed onto the man and started riding him, I accelerated my manual movements, lifted up as much as I could from the chair. I leaned back on my back and high heels and frantically put my fingers into my pleasure cave, moaned discreetly until I reached orgasm. Just after this ended, he Cursed feeling of guilt, the mental promises that I wouldn't bring my Marcel to this site, etc. I put on Jean and jacket as best I could, grabbed my purse and left there for my apartment. At least I was clear that when I brought Marcel, if I managed to reach that stage one day, there would be no bigger problem. Most of the attendees were homosexuals and only interested in what they already had programmed, so that would be good for my plans, if only they would take advantage of the show that eating my Marcel would give them and with that they would realize their own wanks or blowjobs among themselves.
3) A week after I left the porn theater, my mind and especially my wet pussy were screaming at me to keep going, telling me I needed to have Marcel's cock inside my mouth, that I had to seduce him and excite him as much as possible. Then I decided to wear stockings, a garter belt, a dental floss thong and 15 cm high heels to take them to work in my purse. I dressed in the normal uniform: skirt above the knees, low-heeled shoes, button-down shirt and jacket. I told Marcel that he needed to find the electricity bill and go pay it, but so he wouldn't have to stand in those long lines, he should go to the office where I work after half-day and pass by the cash register where I worked to make his life easier. After lunch, I went to the office bank bathroom, took off my panty and low-heeled shoes, put on stockings, garter belt, thong and high heels. That way I left without drawing attention from my coworkers and headed to my work site.
As it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon when finally Marcel entered the office, my breathing accelerated but instantly I pulled up my skirt a bit higher than halfway up my legs, called Marcel and as he sat down on the cash register counter, let a stamp accidentally fall and ran the rotating chair backwards, opened myself up a little. legs and I bent down to pick up what had fallen. Then I slowly returned to my normal position and looked at his face, which was red from embarrassment, indicating that he had indeed been looking at my crotch and the lingerie that half-covered it, I had achieved my goal. I finished attending to him as if nothing had happened and told him we would see each other later in the apartment, saying I would be a bit late because I had to close the cash register and balance the month's accounts. At night when I arrived at the apartment, Marcel was watching TV in the living room and upon entering, I leaned over to greet him with a kiss and noticed that he was again looking at my legs and noted a slight reaction on his pants covering the trophy I hoped to make mine someday. I turned around and headed to my bedroom to put away my purse, walked slowly and sensually, and from the corner of my eye could observe that he was discreetly looking at my body. In these moments, I'm watching a porn movie on the computer (tube8.com, Stepsister moves in: it's about how a stepsister comes to live with her brother and his wife and between the two they manage to take him to the bedroom upstairs, where they will suck and screw each other; both are wearing black mini-skirts and halter tops over their breasts, already the wife has turned him over on the bed, started sucking him, and the sister is getting off really tasty and licking her lips, the wife took off the clothes she was wearing and is slowly licking him up top, looks at her brother's sister out of the corner of her eye and shows him his completely erect cock, which causes the sister to stop masturbating and crawl towards her own brother's cock, the wife only lets him watch her giving herself a blow job, puts it right next to her sister-in-law's mouth and lets her give her some tongue licks...lets her sister-in-law suck on the head of that delightful cock...now they're sucking each other off until the end...the wife takes away... mini skirt to my sister... while she's sucking it until the testicles, we both moan with pleasure, already getting up and rubbing our voluptuous bodies completely naked, my sister sits on her back over her brother's stomach and my wife rubs his cock between her vaginal lips, then my sister retires and puts her chochita on her brother's face and my wife fucks that cock yummy and puts it under her cave yummy, crosses her right leg over her husband's body while he's sucking her vagina to her own sister, with her right hand behind her body, my wife orients her husband's cock towards the entrance of her completely depilated chochita and sits on that hard cock, lets it enter smoothly and starts the ride... my sister can't resist the temptation and asks my wife to retire to the floor of the room while she directs her mouth towards her brother's cock who doesn't stop giving her pleasure by sucking her chochita... sucks it so tasty, letting the pre-seminal liquid that comes out of that cock flow through the corner of her lips, my wife takes that object away from her mouth and starts sucking it again, my sister removes her chochita from her brother's mouth and crawling directs her crotch towards his cock, my wife lifts it with her right hand slowly and looks at her sister-in-law with a foxy face... until she manages to sit on her brother's cock, my wife takes it away and sucks it, then leaves it again at the entrance of her sister's chochita who lets it enter quickly and starts a fast ride, giving out cries of pleasure.. has a possessed face, her eyes are twisted and her face is completely gone, enjoying that cock between her entrails... finally my wife retires and tells them to kiss with tongue and after this the brother puts his sister's mouth at his disposal again... until they it drips on her face). Unfortunately, I can't make myself the corresponding masturbation because I'm at an Internet Café, I think I'll get to my apartment to look at Marcel's crotch and then jerk off in the name of that mast I need so urgently...I'm totally soaked (but I'm still wearing pants, so there won't be any problem).
In the next installment, I'll tell you about the development of what I've done to get on top of my Marcel. I plan to start seducing my son by putting on the black dress of 80 cm and over time placing the shortest ones until I'm sure I can put on the brown dress with which I'll finally launch myself at eating my Marcel's cock...I don't know what will end this second stage, but I'll tell you as soon as I finish, that installment will be dedicated to everything I've done and achieved with my son, whether or not I achieve my purpose.
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