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Volume II know I'm not the 'golden coin', as one of my old lady's favorite songs says, because not everyone feels sympathy for me. Also, I understand that Australians may be uncomfortable with me: the bad reputation of South Americans precedes us and I know well enough that most people consider my lifestyle boring (without many vices, relatively healthy life and ñoña, etcetera). Even I respect people who like football, although it doesn't interest me and I'm quite ignorant about the subject (because as a kid, I was restless and got bored watching games, having to stay quiet and keep silence). But I get annoyed that people aren't tolerant and treat you badly just because they don't see the world the same way. The Tuesday morning I woke up earlier than usual. However, I wasn't the only one... 'Marco... I'm sorry!... It's my fault!... Don't be angry with Marisol!' Veronica said while taking her in the kitchen. I confess it was a pleasant situation. I had lifted her skirt and was making love to her, kneading her delicious breasts, while my beloved mother-in-law kept imploring forgiveness for her daughter. Although Amelia and her mother have wide hips, compared to Marisol who has a thinner waist, their backsides are white and phenomenal. In fact, if it weren't for Marisol's plan, I would have focused on them all week and been happy. 'I should have said no!... Ahhh!... We did it together!... It's not Marisol's fault!' The kiss. Really, I didn't care about the sink, but I enjoyed having her so submissive in my arms. 'No... don't be angry... ahhh!... more... with her!... Siii!... I'll do... ahhhh!... whatever you want... to forgive her!... Siii!... Siii!...' she said, mostly seeking her own gratification. I held onto her waist, burying myself in her even harder. 'Don't worry... everything is fine!' I replied, while '... She was rubbing her breasts and she twisted with pleasure. “Yes!... Yes!... Thank you!.... Thank you!... Ahhh!... Marco!... I love you!... I love you so much!... Ahhhhh!” And I came inside her. She leaned against the laundry of discord, while I softly caressed her body and kissed her torso, waiting to come out. When I could do it, she got down on her knees, seeing that I was still erect… “Let me give you... another thank you!” she said, starting to lick it again. Although she did it gently, tracing with her tongue the contour of my juices and giving some kisses, I had to force her a little when she put the glans in her mouth. It wasn't my intention, but I didn't want Violetita to be surprised while her dear mother was giving her stepfather a blow job, so I started to abuse Veronica's mouth a bit. Veronica, on the other hand, didn't seem too bothered by the violence. My cock has a special taste for her and distinguishes her from the others, as I would find out that week, forcing her to give me blow jobs is almost as pleasant as making her eat chocolate... although with a nice jaw pain. After coming in her mouth, she went upstairs to change clothes while I cleaned the kitchen and ventilated it a bit, taking advantage of preparing breakfast. Marisol was fine and it was a pleasure for my sisters-in-law and mother-in-law to see us kissing. After breakfast, I went to the shopping mall and bought some tools: saw, screwdrivers, a drill... I know that if my old man had seen me, he would have been proud because I've always been terrible at manual skills. After lunch, I went back to the store since I had removed the blender and needed to buy PVC tubes and an elbow, as I wasn't sure if I wanted to install it again. And in the afternoon, after removing the casing, I finally got out the piece of coronta... At 7:45 pm, I was at the restaurant, which was full of men. My first impression was that there was an important match and the atmosphere was tense. What beer do you drink, friend? ... We have Ale, black beer, Lager, wheat beer, root beer... the waiter asked me. He was a guy around 25 years old, about 1.72m tall, slightly taller than Marisol. Blue eyes. Dyed red hair with black roots and a failed surfer look, due to his messy hairstyle, unshaven beard from two days ago, prominent jawline, thick arms, and a light beer smell, finishing the comparison... No, thank you! I replied, interrupting him. I want some burgers and a drink! It was as if I had thrown a spitball in his face... What nonsense are you saying? Have you seen the surroundings, man? he asked, quite excited. If you don't realize it, Scott, that big guy with huge arms is the cook and there's no force in the world that can make him fry you some burgers if they're going to broadcast the Liverpool match... I didn't know what he was talking about... Fred, he's a foreigner and doesn't know about the Champions League! Liz said, saving me from embarrassment. How does he not know? asked more irately. Is he an idiot? She got offended. Don't be like that! Go watch the match and I'll take care of him! Fine! he replied, murmuring slowly when he passed by my side, adding Faggot! Liz was embarrassed... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have treated you like that... It's my fault! I should have warned you... I noticed she was shy. It wasn't the same bored waitress who had served me that afternoon, but rather someone who seemed to be on edge, as if there were snipers ready to take her out. However, her slightly noticeable smile showed she was pleased to see me. For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come back. What do you want? I actually came for you... Liz blushed and whispered slowly, covering her mouth, as if they could read her lips... It's not the most fortunate moment!... she confessed. looking around at all sides. As you see... Fred is my partner... I smiled. I thought you were single! She laughed, always aware of her surroundings. Those days I was! She confessed. I was in Perth visiting some relatives and just got back yesterday... I smiled maliciously... So... must have treated me well... I understood the connotation of my words... Well... it's not bad... she replied. But it's not the same as a married man... What's so special about doing it with a married man? I asked, playing with my ring, which looked at her biting her lips. uhm... my experience has told me... that the best are... those who have less time... she replied in a low voice. Why? Because if they want to do something, it has to be quick... and with them, every second counts... Well... I have 2 free hours... because I'm looking for kitchen sink parts... I explained Marisol's excuse for going out that night. She smiled, complicated... Let's go! Don't insist! she said, looking at the bar again. He's here... and I have to work! Me love when they say 'No' with words, but their gestures say otherwise... Are you sure? I asked. Because it seems more interested in repeating a game and drinking beers than his girlfriend... besides, I told you I work at a cutie and I don't think I'll see you again for at least half a month... Liz smiled nervously, with her perfect teeth, looking around nervously... Her precious legs were crossed, wanting to find an opportunity, but her mind was blocked. And supposing he accepted... How would I excuse myself from him? she asked, looking at me with those eager black eyes. I smiled. Although she liked married men, she shouldn't have too much experience. I don't know!... You're a bit flushed!... I said, smiling. Maybe you're feeling unwell... and can't work, don't you think? She smiled... That's why married men are the best! she replied jubilantly. They always know what to say! But I had to calm her down. We couldn't leave at the same time because, even though the guy seemed like a troglodyte from the last glaciation, he believed himself capable of adding 1 plus 1. Especially if he left with the same person who was dating his girlfriend.
Are you leaving, old man? the guy asked me. Don't you want to share with men?
His group of friends were also enjoying the comment...
I smiled. Enjoying Liz would be an additional pleasure...
No, friend! I'm going to ask for something on the way... you know... to take...
I'm sorry! he said. Maybe you'll come back again...
For a girl like Liz, I could tell it...
Four minutes passed and she appeared. She looked very nervous...
And where are we going? she asked.
I thought you lived around the corner...
Ah? exclaimed, surprised. It's our bachelor apartment... and it's a dump.
I kissed her, surprised, to tell her it didn't matter.
She was stunned, with lips that tasted like caramel and a tongue that wasn't very experienced in kissing that way...
Even when we parted, she had to take a breath...
I haven't had time to clean it or ventilate it... she said to me, while opening the iron door and going down the stairs to the subway of a fairly humble building. We can go to a motel...
I looked at my watch. 8:12 pm
It's still three-quarters of an hour left, I informed her. If you want to confirm what you say about South Americans, this is our best option...
When I said that, her eyes sparkled with desire. I suppose she knew they were going to catch her well and truly...
But she was embarrassed to open the door to her room. In strict rigor, it was a 5x5 meter apartment with a kitchen, dining area, and a futon or mattress spread out on the floor, wrapped in sheets.
The only other door left must be the bathroom.
The aroma in the air and the amount of underwear scattered on the floor explained the reason for the neglect well enough...
Perfect! I exclaimed, kissing her again. I could take it with complete freedom, without worrying that Fred would notice. I started to unbutton her skirt, while she was releasing my belt. Wait!... What are you doing? I asked, holding onto my pants. I thought we were going to... she replied, confused. Yes, but you're not going to take it with just anyone... I explained, as she smiled. First, you'll take it with a South American, which you yourself said are good lovers. Second, I'm an engineer in cuties and I don't 'drill' before 'inspecting the cave'... Well... then... what do I do? she asked, surprised by the situation. Lean against that table and spread your legs... She obeyed and lifted her skirt. The very naughty one was already wet... And what do you think, Mr. Miner? she asked, smiling hotly. It looks like a promising vein... I replied. However, we need to send a probe... A probe?... What...? Ahhh! she exclaimed, as I put my tongue in her. I was licking and licking, while putting my fingers in her dripping and sticky intimacy. It's a kind of guarantee for both parties, because on the one hand, I see firsthand where to put my tool and on the other, if I fail, it leaves with a good experience. I was putting my fingers in, checking how wide it was and three fingers still fit tightly, which wasn't bad. I also took advantage of sliding one of my hands onto her buttocks, which were quite plump. She liked my inspection very much. Ah, yes!... Ah, yes!... Don't stop!... Don't stop!... Lick more!... she said, with a face that was completely surrendered and buried her head in my hands, something I love. But time was pressing and I saw it was 8:31 on my watch. Well! I like the main entrance and now I'm going to inspect the rest! The... rest? she asked, smiling clearly showing how much she liked the inspection. That's it! and I revealed her shirt to show off her breasts. Surprisingly, they were almost as big as Marisol's and looked well Careful and with little use, because of the way it sways...
Her breasts are white, fine, spongy, and prominent, with thick nipples and pink aureolas well large.
Ah! Ah! Ah, do it like that! she would say to me, as I sucked her nipples.
I was surprised that a woman who liked married men felt so good simply because she was sucking her nipples.
How many married men have you slept with? I asked, licking the areolas.
With... 5.... Ahhh! Ahhh! she groaned.
It was noticeable that her pink aureolas were sensitive. My fingers, which never stopped masturbating her, informed me of the amount of juice flowing from her interior at the moment of doing so.
Older than me, right? I asked, gently pinching the nipple.
No... Ahhh!... no much... Ahhhghhh! she responded, with a luminous look.
She was well lubricated and by that time, I could have done whatever I wanted to her. But I was teasing her...
Well... then they must not have kids... I explained. I love sucking my wife's nipples...
No!... I don't have cum!... I don't have!... Ahhh!... she exclaimed, running away again.
8:54.
Well... now I'm convinced. Now I'll put it in... I said, opening the package with the condom.
She was a sea of joy...
Wait! she exclaimed suddenly. Shouldn't I... inspect it too?
Go ahead! I said, lowering my pants and showing her the bird.
She knelt down, with saliva in her mouth. Really, she likes sucking cocks, although she lacked experience. She concentrated on sucking the tip, taking it to her cheeks and biting it occasionally.
Marisol enjoys everything: the glans, the shaft, the testicles...
For my wife, the main course is my cum, but that doesn't mean she despises the rest of my fleshiness.
It's fat... and very hard! she said to me, caressing it with her hands, with a face as if she wanted to suck it all night.
If only I had more time... I replied, somewhat frustrated.
At 9:14, I was already... burying it for the first time. “¡Ay, si!... ¡Ay, si!... ¡I like it!... ¡I like it!...” she said, while squeezing my chest and pumping with force. She hugged me tightly as I continued to widen her walls, lying on the bed impregnated with the scent of sex… “You're... well-tightened!” I commented. “Do you really... have had sex with other men?” “¡ahhh!... ¡ahhh!... ¡ahhh!.... ¡Yes!... oh heavens!... with others... ¡ahhh!... men…” “And didn't you sleep with Fred today?” I asked. She was kissing me, searching for my tongue. I didn't like kissing her that much because while her mouth was moderately sweet, I could feel beer breath flowing through her lungs. “¡Fred never... ahhh!... opened it up... so much...!” There were about 20 minutes left of pleasure, as I caressed her breasts, ate her nipples and, as is my habit, put two fingers in her ass. At 9:37, we waited to part ways. She was smiling like a little girl... and I, containing my Killjoy instinct, not to caress her cheeks and look at her too much in the eyes. Although it cost me to recognize it, Rachel was right: I didn't need more girlfriends (between Fio, Megan, and Marisol, I could defend myself well) and while it was true that this one was new meat, at the same time, she prevented me from enjoying my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. “You're excellent!” she confessed, quite sweaty and to vary, holding me captive inside her. “Did you enjoy it?” “Yes...” I replied, hiding my cavilations. “Only that I'm thinking about what Fred said about the Champions League…” She laughed. “Do you really think that after the best screw I've had?” she asked with laughing eyes. “It's just that it's football... and I don't know much...” I confessed with shame. “What a weirdo you are!” she said, caressing my cheeks, as if feeling sympathy. “I don't know much either... and until today, I didn't think I'd get so excited about a Liverpool match…” She was the one who sought out my lips and kissed me again. You have very beautiful eyes! he said to me. Your wife must be very lucky... I looked at the clock while we were showering. 9:46 pm. Really, you worry about lying to your wife, don't you? he asked, surprising me. Probably, I should have seen him reviewing the clock... It's just that she knows I didn't stray much... She smiled sadly... Will I see you again? ... because really, I enjoyed it... and you're tender... and sensitive... I kissed her... caressing her chubby cheeks and giving her my tongue. She needed a Killjoy, more than a one-night stand... Of course! I replied, smiling at her. There are still things I have to teach you... Her gaze became brighter... and it's true, because only Fred has tried her Booty... Then... I'll be waiting anxiously for you to return... she said, kissing me again. After putting on her nightgown to sleep (always looking at me, as if she wanted me to spend the night with her), we kissed one last time and I left, thinking about how I could visit her in these days. As I walked past the restaurant, you could hear the commotion from the end of the game. Liverpool! Liverpool! Probably, the second half had ended... I was smiling because I had already enjoyed the third... Next post
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