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Compendium II😔
It doesn't pass a day and I already miss him.
☺️
But the emoticons returned and they're good!
It's just that vacations without him make me feel so long and I still have that sadness of being away from him for so long. Yesterday was his birthday and I realize I married a very simple man.
I wanted to celebrate his birthday big time and invite many people, but he didn't want to. We only ate some pizzas, cake, and soda.
Even Liz and I had the desire to play together with him on Saturday night to celebrate him and I don't know if it's because he's very clever or what, but he preferred playing with us separately.
😍 😍 😍
We both think that idea was wonderful!
It's just that we like it.
Like I said, he's not one of those boys you see and fall in love at first sight. It starts to happen little by little.
He is humble, gentle, loving, and very worried. And we see him taking care of the little ones, feeding them, and running around to change their diapers, and logically it makes us feel something in our stomachs, because he's a very good dad and we want him in our lives.
I know I had luck and married one of the good ones, because I have nothing to complain about. He is loyal, doesn't have bad vices, and always treated me like a princess, and that's what I want to tell tonight.
☺️ ☺️ ☺️
We already had our good times flirting. He had just turned 30 (it was in October of that tender 2012) and I with my 17, almost 18, about to graduate from high school.
😊 😊 😊
And well... neither of us was still a virgin.
And they were organizing the graduation party for our class. Honestly, I wasn't really interested in going.
1) Because the dress was very expensive and
2) Because I had always been the wild girl of my class.
The real friends I knew in university and besides, he was already my boyfriend. I didn't think I needed more.
¡I would have loved to go with you! we said one night, while having drinks at my house.
Are you crazy? Do you know how much a Dress for graduation dance? my dad asked me, always worried about the happiness of his daughters.
😠 😠 😠
It's a special night! It's the end of an era and she becomes an adult! my boyfriend replied to my dad.
What was your experience like? my mom asked, very interested.
It wasn't very pleasant! I had to go with Margarita and didn't have a good time!
😳 😳 😳
At that moment, I promise you that I got a blowout because Margarita is really pretty. Pechugona, beautiful face, and on top of it, childhood friend of my husband's and knew how to do well with him, but fortunately she was waiting for my husband to make the first move, but he is too respectful to do so.
And I looked at his eyes and smiled and asked me a question that was so, so nice, that still makes me smile.
😍 😍 😍
If you bought me the dress, would you accept going with me?
💓 💓 💗 💘
I don't remember how I responded, but both my boyfriend and mom were happy!
I felt like Cinderella, going to the ball with the prince!
But I didn't want it to be too expensive and invited my cousin to help me choose one.
Don't think you can make a fool of my cousin because you're buying her dress, uncle! was the first thing she said that afternoon.
😊 😊 😊
But in reality, I was already very impressed with him. Because he was with us looking at magazines, being a boy and still very interested in how I would look that night.
Even he suggested my dress.
I think it would be nice on you. It's not too revealing and would make you look like a princess. He gave his opinion.
😮 😮 😮
I felt my heart in my throat when I saw him: The polyester skirt reached down to just below the knees, lace from the chest to the waist, and a little belt at the waist, all in a scarlet tone similar to wine, like those worn by princesses in those movies.
Cielos, Mari! If my old lady weren't a joke, I'd ask her for a dress. Romi lamented.
But it's missing shoes. My cousin observed. husband. “There's no drama, dude! I'll lend you a pair!” “I don't think yours will do,” he said. “Why not? Do you think I can put my bugs on her?” asked my cousin, furious. “No, it's just that you always wear high heels and I've never seen her walking in them.” He replied, with that analytical mind that leaves us speechless. 😳 😳 😳
And of course, he was right, because apart from not being able to walk well, my toes hurt and I kept falling down every time. 😆 😆 😆
Luckily, he was there to catch me. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a flat nose. “Marisol, do you want a new haircut?”
“Good heavens, dude! Are you going to give her breasts too?” protested my cousin.
“I'm asking because this is her first big night,” he replied. My husband. Romi and I looked at each other. I was already happy with my new dress and red and shiny shoes. He told us that this was the last night they would see me as his partner and it was a good time to impress them. Only my cousin and I went to the hairdresser. “That guy doesn't give me confidence, Mari! What does he want with so many gifts?” I asked, while they finished styling me, hiding half her envy. Finally, when there were only 3 hours left for the party, mom, my sisters and cousin were impressed with how I looked. 😱 😱 😱
I was looking at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe it! For the first time in my life, I had curls on my shoulders and my hair was braided down my back, with a pink ribbon at the base. My cousin took care of making me up, with lipstick, creams, blush and even I thought my lips were appetizingly kissable at that moment. But when he arrived, we were left speechless. 😗 😗 😗
He looked like James Bond, in a shirt, tie, pants and black jacket, with very shiny black shoes! And on top of that, he had asked his dad for the car and always so elegant, he opened the door for me to get in. ☺️ ☺️ ☺️
That night It was marvelous because I realized there that I fit in better with someone like my husband than with the guys of my age. It was at my own school, in the gym where events are held, but with more decoration. Everyone was surprised to see me so beautiful. But my friends were impressed that I had a boyfriend and wasn't just in university, but also worked too. 😅 Of course, it didn't make him feel proud because we're 12 years apart, although I never cared. He's always been my best friend and knows me well. And the conversation of my classmates wasn't even that interesting: they talked about parties from the previous weekend, how some girl looked, which friend talked to some other girl and rejected her, and things like that. None of them worried about the university entrance exam or what they planned to do after school, something we always discussed. That night, I realized I was more mature for those things. Dating him made me think about deeper things and I wasn't interested in going out to parties or meeting guys anymore. XD I already wanted to get married and have a family! And maybe with him! The only thing worth mentioning from that night was that the meat with potatoes duquesas was yummy. But I still remember that night for something else that happened when they started dancing. It was reggaeton and tropical themes. We 1) don't know how to dance well. 2) Like slow songs. 3) When we dance, we show each other that we love each other. We don't intend to show the desires we have for each other in those moments. I learned to cut loose and if I get hot, I'll tell him, we'll find a relatively quiet place and let go. 😤😤😤 We snuck out of the hallway, went up the dark stairs, and he, only trusting my cat-like vision and memory, accompanied me to the classroom where I had classes. 😊 😊 😊
It looked like a little light was coming in from outside and you could make out the shapes, but I could show him where I sat.
He gave me a little bit of embarrassment because I felt like I was showing it to my mom.
But he, on the other hand, understood me really well.
Ah, so this is where you sit! Can you imagine? If I were to sit here, we would be classmates and lovers. He asked, sitting down beside me.
😍 😍 😍
That's why I wanted to show it to him because I knew he would understand!
And of course, we were in the dark, alone in the room, a man and a woman...
😍 😍 😍
He threw himself on top of me (logical, because he is a gentleman and even though we put him very, very, very hot, he contains himself like a monk and that's why Liz and I enjoy teasing him this way XD) and I ate him up with kisses.
I already wanted him to fit in because he always complements me in everything and honestly, I was so impatient that I almost threw him off my back.
XD
But he contained himself and was already hard. He took me to the teacher's desk and sat me down on the edge.
😍 😍 😍
I was completely satisfied, with my legs open wide and my underwear on my knees.
😡 😡 😡
But no! He pulled out a small shiny package from one of his jacket pockets that I knew very well!
He opened it, put it on his enormous and burning thing, and started playing blind hen with his penis and me.
😆 😆 😆
And it's because now, since he's more used to doing it without that horrible thing that was taking away from his games, he puts it in easily.
But back then, as we were still learning how to make love, I wasn't aware of its size, I was tighter and even though sometimes the tip would get stuck on my lips, he would move and look for me again.
I remember he liked it when I touched it. I keep touching it, I suck it and let him put it in wherever and however he wants.
But as I liked making love with him and really, it was between desperate and funny that he didn't You'll find my hole, I'd take it with firmness and insert it into my slit, a little impatient.
😔 😔 😔
And then, I would start to expand.
😩 😩 😩
If I compare it now with then, at that time he was a bit rougher. The condom didn't allow him to be as sensitive as now, besides he knows well how I like him to put it in me.
But back then, he'd put it in and it would start tearing me apart.
¡De verdad, no me estoy quejando! But I want to make clear that now it's much better.
It feels enormous. Something tasty, that fits you and advances into you, expanding you where one pees.
But the most tasty were his kisses.
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His little tongue would search for mine and I could feel the warmth of his throat, banging in my mouth and his saliva felt so thick, like when someone says it makes your mouth water.
His hands had me well secured around the waist and slid down, going from the hips to my buttocks, but not with the intention of grabbing them, rather to be able to get in deeper.
I got a little warmer because of the noise from the teacher's desk.
😕 😕 😕
Actually, I've always paid attention to the noise things make when he makes love to me.
It's that I've always found it so forceful.
She's so fat, I feel like we fit, but with force.
¡Y eso es magistral!
XD
Then, every sound I hear, I interpret as him being very strong and on that night, it was like a dry and long squeal of metal legs.
Like a naaaac.
😆 😆 😆
I remember very well that night he was so anxious and even pushed the desk all the way to the wall.
We were going slow but with force and sureness.
Naaac, naaac, naaaac...
¡Y lo más gracioso es que se llevó hasta la silla de la profe con el escritorio! And when it reached the wall, it was impressive.
😩 😖 😩 😖
It felt like a drum! Strong and thunderous!
I'd hug him with force and impatience because I didn't want to let go.
“¡Ay, no!... ¡Tan tasty!... ¡Ay! Ay! I complained, nipping at his shoulder to keep from screaming loudly.
And the entire desk was shaking. Even, I felt like I was being lifted off the tasty.
I had to hold onto the edge because I was about to fall! 😩 😖 😩 😖
And even as if the legs of the desk started making a discreet tas... tas... as he put it in and took it out, because I was lifting up with his force.
It was only a few minutes. With luck, 10 or 12. But for us, it was all a record.
I was on my fourth round and he kept going without stopping and I leaned my face into his cheek.
Marisol... I love you! he said to me and I cried because I felt extremely happy.
And then he gave this intense stretch and I felt like they were kicking me between my legs. 😩 😩 😩
As if his enormous and potent cannon was giving a tremendous shot inside of me.
And I felt like that damn condom was filling up with the juices that belonged to me! 😡 😡 😡
I was tired and lazy. I didn't even remember the graduation party, or my classmates.
All I could do was sigh, feeling his warm hand on my bare back and that wonderful sensation between my legs. 😍 😍 😍
My cat's eyes found his and I searched for his lips. I knew that of all my friends who considered me pajara, I was the only one with a boyfriend like him.
And we stayed stuck together, embracing, waiting for what always SEEMS TO HAPPEN...
But time passed, time passed and IT DIDN'T... 😓
Marisol, I'm sorry! But you look so beautiful and I think it's so exciting to do it on your teacher's desk, in your own classroom, that I can't help myself. He said to me, with that ashamed tone I know so well, at a moment when he shouldn't be feeling shame.
It was the second nicest thing a girl like me could hear!
Because the first one was...
Would you mind if we did it again?
And the second one was just as good or better. I think it was better because my body already... I had it inside and accustomed to it, and a second time meant only one thing: more inside! 😲 😲 😲
They gave us another 20 minutes.
It ran all over my body!: it grabbed my breasts, rubbed my tiny ass, caressed my back...
By the end, I was super flushed. Between my legs felt sticky, wet, and very hot.
My teacher's desk was a real mess and no matter how many times we cleaned it with the sanitary towels we had, we couldn't dry it.
And to top it off, the damn condom looked like a birthday balloon filled with the two orgasms of my husband! 👿 👿 👿
Definitely, that made him stay with that mark.
But I wasn't giving up. That night, my husband had tried to make me look pretty and I was going to leave his juices one way or another.
So I forced him to sit in my seat and got down on my knees, sucking it like I know how.
😤 😤 😤
At first, he complained because it had been hard for a long time. But when I started moving faster up and down, he began to enjoy it more.
Oh, Marisol! You're doing it so well!
Ah, Marisol! Please don't stop! he said, with his half-closed eyes.
And since I also know him, I knew when he was going to come. So I went all the way in and started squeezing his balls to make him give me everything.
😙 😖 😩 😋 😍
I swallowed them all and left super satisfied!
He had a face like he'd been run over by a train... but smiling.
It was already 12 am and the music was still playing.
We went down the same path we'd taken up, and my classmates were still dancing. They thought I'd left, and that's what I wanted to do.
And for the first time, I said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek to all my male and female classmates. They told me they would miss me and things like that, but I knew it didn't matter to them.
But while taking his hand and going all wobbly, walking back to the car, I couldn't stop laughing thinking that all of them were left with part of the juices my husband gave me.Next post
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