link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wigqKfLWjvMRegina has been my friend since childhood. We grew up together, our families know each other. We shared high school, youth, friendships, tastes, gestures, and ways of speaking. We hooked up several times, all on different occasions in our lives, the last one before yesterday, both already 43 years old.
I remember the day she told me she had debuted. We would have been sixteen or seventeen. I was with a dude from another school and he came smiling with a face like he'd done something naughty that time she had already sucked him off and I was practicing touching his clitoris, but I had never penetrated her. Or when she got pregnant for the first time and her call almost in tears. She was my censor of girlfriends, helper on important matters, listening ear during depressions, and even godmother to my daughter. From the first day we knew we would never be a couple.
As we hadn't seen each other often in recent years, we decided to implement a mandatory meeting. Every Thursday afternoon we meet at a certain bar in the center to take a coffee. Punctual at five and until seven. Oasis of friendship in the midst of self-imposed obligations that bother me so much, a couple of times a year we end up in a known hotel taking out our bodies' desires.
This particular Thursday I wasn't feeling like going. I was tired from work and had had a pretty important fight at home. Talking about it again made me feel exhausted but I went.
She had arrived first as always. She was with her hair a bit messy and noticeable dark circles under her eyes. One of her sons was sick and she didn't sleep all night.
You're also destroyed, she said, giving me a welcoming kiss.
I can't take it anymore, almost don't come, I said.
Traitor, I didn't sleep all night and here I am firm, she replied.
You're very gross, you know, I told her, and we relaxed.
Since it was a lovely afternoon and we wanted to calm down, we asked for a beer instead of the classic coffee with cum. We toasted.
I started complaining about my usual stuff the march of my marriage. She always laughs and says I complain but that she loves me. I love her, but daily friction sometimes makes forget the love.
After that, she continued with news about a contest she's in. She's doing well at work, but doesn't leave much space for her kids. Almost like their father, a music teacher I ended up liking.
Without wanting to, it was almost seven and we had taken two beers. We looked at the time.
-Let's get laid? -she said with the same mischievous face from thirty years ago.
-I have to call home, hold on a second.-
I made the call. The bad vibe cut through the phone air. I told her I'd be late and would eat with Regina. It was also true.
-Let's do something different. Want to? -I proposed.
-You already did that in March... -
-No, I mean don't go back to the hotel again.-
-Let's go to Villa Cariño.-
-Are we going to make pirouettes in the car?-
We laughed at the accumulated pounds from the years. We went in her car with polarized dark windows. We took some turns along the river coast and stopped at a quiet spot in La Florida, with a privileged view of Paraná and Rosario-Victoria Bridge. It was cold, there was no one.
She put on a Regina Spektor disc. Quiet music and suggestive voice. Good choice, especially since I gave it to her as a birthday present.
She kissed me. I like her eager lips. She starts kissing with open, wet lips, without tongue. Occasionally biting mine. Then, our tongues intertwined. Our breathing was getting agitated, we stuck together more and more. She crossed one leg over mine. I felt her pressing against me. I struggled to take off her sweater. She lifted her shirt. She offered her breasts for me to suck them. I dedicated a long time to her nipples. Licking, kissing, biting them slowly also. She has special sensitivity in her breasts and loves it when they're sucked. After that, I fell back onto the seat and I pulled out the cock that was about to explode. She grabbed it and pulled the foreskin down, starting to lick my frenulum area. That area she discovered about twenty years after they cut me off for medical reasons. She kept sucking and caressing my balls. She would take it all the way to her throat, producing occasional gagging. I love when she does that, makes me feel like she's squeezing my glans and filling her mouth with saliva as she breathes heavily. She looked at me.
Finish me in your mouth.
She said hotly.
She started sucking me faster and licking my glans while doing so. I came in abundance into her mouth. I felt myself exploding. A thread of semen ran down her commissure. She wiped it with her thumb. She kissed me and I felt the slightly bitter taste of my cum. Her playful tongue wanted more. Now it was her turn, she leaned back. I lifted her skirt and ran her pants. Her vagina was very wet. I caressed her clitoris first, big and hard. She started to moan and ask me to suck her tits. I did. I put two fingers inside her pussy and started putting them in and out. I felt a river of fluids coming out from inside her, flooding my palm. I took her out for a second and made her lick her own fluids. She was licking eagerly and hotly between moans. I went back to sucking her the same way. She got tense with her eyes closed. After a few seconds, she stopped moving and started laughing. We laughed together. She leaned her head on my shoulder. We stayed in silence looking at the river, the point, some boats passing.
Let's eat a pizza?
She said.
Fine, let's go to Santa María.
It's really far away.
Don't be shy!
I agreed because it's one of the best places. We had a great time as always. She took me to where she left the car afterwards. We were walking hand in hand. The same question crossed my mind again. Was this infidelity? To whom?link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTVrqWuZfoc&index=5&list=RDwigqKfLWjvM
I remember the day she told me she had debuted. We would have been sixteen or seventeen. I was with a dude from another school and he came smiling with a face like he'd done something naughty that time she had already sucked him off and I was practicing touching his clitoris, but I had never penetrated her. Or when she got pregnant for the first time and her call almost in tears. She was my censor of girlfriends, helper on important matters, listening ear during depressions, and even godmother to my daughter. From the first day we knew we would never be a couple.
As we hadn't seen each other often in recent years, we decided to implement a mandatory meeting. Every Thursday afternoon we meet at a certain bar in the center to take a coffee. Punctual at five and until seven. Oasis of friendship in the midst of self-imposed obligations that bother me so much, a couple of times a year we end up in a known hotel taking out our bodies' desires.
This particular Thursday I wasn't feeling like going. I was tired from work and had had a pretty important fight at home. Talking about it again made me feel exhausted but I went.
She had arrived first as always. She was with her hair a bit messy and noticeable dark circles under her eyes. One of her sons was sick and she didn't sleep all night.
You're also destroyed, she said, giving me a welcoming kiss.
I can't take it anymore, almost don't come, I said.
Traitor, I didn't sleep all night and here I am firm, she replied.
You're very gross, you know, I told her, and we relaxed.
Since it was a lovely afternoon and we wanted to calm down, we asked for a beer instead of the classic coffee with cum. We toasted.
I started complaining about my usual stuff the march of my marriage. She always laughs and says I complain but that she loves me. I love her, but daily friction sometimes makes forget the love.
After that, she continued with news about a contest she's in. She's doing well at work, but doesn't leave much space for her kids. Almost like their father, a music teacher I ended up liking.
Without wanting to, it was almost seven and we had taken two beers. We looked at the time.
-Let's get laid? -she said with the same mischievous face from thirty years ago.
-I have to call home, hold on a second.-
I made the call. The bad vibe cut through the phone air. I told her I'd be late and would eat with Regina. It was also true.
-Let's do something different. Want to? -I proposed.
-You already did that in March... -
-No, I mean don't go back to the hotel again.-
-Let's go to Villa Cariño.-
-Are we going to make pirouettes in the car?-
We laughed at the accumulated pounds from the years. We went in her car with polarized dark windows. We took some turns along the river coast and stopped at a quiet spot in La Florida, with a privileged view of Paraná and Rosario-Victoria Bridge. It was cold, there was no one.
She put on a Regina Spektor disc. Quiet music and suggestive voice. Good choice, especially since I gave it to her as a birthday present.
She kissed me. I like her eager lips. She starts kissing with open, wet lips, without tongue. Occasionally biting mine. Then, our tongues intertwined. Our breathing was getting agitated, we stuck together more and more. She crossed one leg over mine. I felt her pressing against me. I struggled to take off her sweater. She lifted her shirt. She offered her breasts for me to suck them. I dedicated a long time to her nipples. Licking, kissing, biting them slowly also. She has special sensitivity in her breasts and loves it when they're sucked. After that, I fell back onto the seat and I pulled out the cock that was about to explode. She grabbed it and pulled the foreskin down, starting to lick my frenulum area. That area she discovered about twenty years after they cut me off for medical reasons. She kept sucking and caressing my balls. She would take it all the way to her throat, producing occasional gagging. I love when she does that, makes me feel like she's squeezing my glans and filling her mouth with saliva as she breathes heavily. She looked at me.
Finish me in your mouth.
She said hotly.
She started sucking me faster and licking my glans while doing so. I came in abundance into her mouth. I felt myself exploding. A thread of semen ran down her commissure. She wiped it with her thumb. She kissed me and I felt the slightly bitter taste of my cum. Her playful tongue wanted more. Now it was her turn, she leaned back. I lifted her skirt and ran her pants. Her vagina was very wet. I caressed her clitoris first, big and hard. She started to moan and ask me to suck her tits. I did. I put two fingers inside her pussy and started putting them in and out. I felt a river of fluids coming out from inside her, flooding my palm. I took her out for a second and made her lick her own fluids. She was licking eagerly and hotly between moans. I went back to sucking her the same way. She got tense with her eyes closed. After a few seconds, she stopped moving and started laughing. We laughed together. She leaned her head on my shoulder. We stayed in silence looking at the river, the point, some boats passing.
Let's eat a pizza?
She said.
Fine, let's go to Santa María.
It's really far away.
Don't be shy!
I agreed because it's one of the best places. We had a great time as always. She took me to where she left the car afterwards. We were walking hand in hand. The same question crossed my mind again. Was this infidelity? To whom?link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTVrqWuZfoc&index=5&list=RDwigqKfLWjvM
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