After some minutes of kisses and caresses, we parted ways, still tired but sleepless. The two of us reclined on our sides, facing each other, only looking at each other and smiling. We refused to end that magical moment. Only she dared to ask:
Do you think this is normal? You know, doing it so many times in one night...
Well, I think it's like that at first... one does it like a rabbit... everywhere they can and in every position they can... Hasn't it happened to you before?...
That of being like that... maybe 2 or 3 times, perhaps 4 is my record... but not 6 times in one night!... your thing is an abuse... she said half-jokingly, half-complaining.
But remember who provoked me in the shower...
It's fine, but you're starting to seem like the Energizer Bunny from those Duracell batteries...
Maybe I went too far with her, but although it sounds clumsy, macho and absurd: I was like a kid with a new toy... I didn't get tired of her... I didn't want to let go... I was enchanted, captivated, extatic with Mili, with her delicious silhouette, her burning delivery, her gracious personality. I couldn't express it at that moment, so I just said:
You make me feel like this... I explained and kissed her neck again, by now seeing that this caress wasn't having the same effect as before, she was only smiling kindly at me.
No, no, it won't work... after tonight I'm immune to your tricks... she said graciously.
Under those circumstances my maneuver wouldn't have worked, I think I should have encouraged her a bit more and then if she was still resistant, kissing her neck could give me the final push... only in emergency situations or extreme circumstances would I use that tactic, I didn't want Mili to become immune to that caress. At that moment I was tired and my groin was slightly sore from continuous use. I just wanted to joke about the idea:
Do you know what? The number 6 doesn't suit me... let's go for seven... I proposed.
No... you'll only get to seven with me... don't count on it... she replied with a surprised and tired expression. After that brief chat, we decided to leave the bed, witness to Mili's anal initiation and our last encounter. It was still early, but the sun was already spreading its luminosity and warmth with greater force.
Mili asked to shower alone, didn't want to tempt fate, she was satisfied with the six times we did it that weekend. Besides, her anus was still red and irritated, understandable that she wanted to get away from the temptation of reaching the seventh sexual encounter of that weekend.
I took a shower and when I returned to my room, I saw Mili dressed in her white pants but wearing my shirt, trying to fix her blouse... one thing was going to my house showing a suggestive neckline and another was returning to hers, in front of her parents, they would notice the mistreatment on her blouse.
Do you have a needle, thread, and buttons? ... I don't think my parents... Ay... My parents!... I told them I'd do some work but didn't tell them I'd stay out... they'll be worried... she said with an air of guilt.
If you want, I can lend you my phone to call them...
No, it's too early, I'm going to send a message to my dad's cell phone... If he says something, I'll pretend it was the fault of the telephone network that took so long to send the message...
I take her cell phone out of her purse and review it; her expression changes: first surprise at the number of missed calls and messages... then worry when she notices they're all from her parents... finally some disappointment when she doesn't find any from Javier... apparently, her loving girlfriend had kept him as busy as I did Mili.
At first, I notice her uncomfortable gesture due to Javier's neglect, but later it seems she didn't care, total with what happened at my house, I think she'd gotten even. return home like that. Mili remembered the polo of my cousin that she saw in my closet and decided to use it, it was better than her blouse. As I imagined it would fit a little small and tight, like a top. Since her broken bra lay in the faculty bathroom, she was only protected by the polo. Her nipples were barely contained. Finally, she ended up looking something like that photo.
Then we went to have breakfast. This time, she didn't offer to clean the table, she was afraid of her backside. While I cleaned the table, she washed the dishes.
From behind me, she finished her task, her movements weren't as suggestive as when she cleans my table, but her forms, her buttocks... it was to eat her... simply I approached from behind and hugged her...
What are you doing?... I protested playfully.
Nothing... I like seeing you like that... making yourself at home... I said affectionately, feeling her plump buttocks close to my crotch.
We won't make it to the seventh... she warned with a smile.
It seemed that Mili had already felt the bulk of my cock in her fleshy buttocks, however, I didn't move away from her. She probably liked me hugging her like that, she liked feeling me. When she finished her task:
Thanks... I said.
No, thanks to you... for everything... she replied, then turned her face, I understood she wanted to give me a kiss and I responded.
We stood there for a few seconds until she felt my cock hardening, then she moved away...
No... keep it quiet... it's going to be late... my parents must be worried... she excused herself.
This is fine... I said with a childlike resentful voice.
Another time will come... she said affectionately and gave me another kiss.
Well, I thought our sexual story would end that day, I knew I shouldn't get too excited, but her comment was leaving an open door for me to touch or push it to enter... I wasn't denying myself that possibility...
She walked away from me, I searched for her purse and as she saw me a little disappointed because we didn't make it to the seventh sexual encounter, she asked me to Come on. Poor Mili, she didn't know the number seven was closer to what she thought.
We walked into my room, I behind her, marveling at the sway of her hips, that coy walk that shone for me, knowing she was being watched. She was willing to leave and thus end her torment in my house... only that her vanity played a bad trick on her...
Near my door is a large mirror, above a sofa. My mother put it there because she wanted to give herself one last look at her clothes or hair before leaving, women's things... Mili wasn't an exception to that final glance, made a last stop in front of that mirror... my cock also had reserved a last stop for goodbye.
She looked into the mirror while giving her makeup a final touch, I positioned myself behind her and hugged her. Only this time my penis was more noticeably hard and located between her round buttocks.
I told you we won't make it to seven... she said without letting go of her purse in search of her makeup tools, however, I felt her lift her hips a little, not sure if it was due to alertness or the fascination caused by my hard cock trying to separate her fat buttocks.
I just hug you... excuse me without stopping to press my bulge into your cleft.
Now my hands pulled her waist towards me, pushing her buttocks against my groin. She didn't complain, still more concerned with her appearance. I kissed her neck, through the mirror I could see how it was now taking effect, she narrowed her eyes, for a moment forgot about makeup, then returned to herself:
No Chris, no... look how I had to put on moisturizing cream to alleviate the heat I had... protest tenderly.
Sorry... I can't let you go... if you want, I'll give you an entire bottle of moisturizing cream... I'll even apply it myself, I said in gracious supplication.
Ay... you're terrible... she said, giving in a little, but then made the difficult decision again: it's too late... your parents will arrive. Those times would have made my erection dwindle, but in these circumstances; feeling Mili's body that excuse didn't work. Besides it was almost eight, it was very early.
My parents would surely arrive later... I said, lifting my hands to her abdomen in search of her breasts.
Sure?... Mili asked, retreating from her negative response but advancing in the pressure her buttocks exerted against me.
My hands no longer held or pressed her waist towards my groin, however her back continued to push against my cock. Mili was doing it at will, feeling my hard penis between her juicy buttocks and enjoying it, wanting to feel it closer, opening herself up more and therefore not stopping the pressure. My fingers massaged her breasts through the fabric, feeling her growing agitation.
I'm sure they'll arrive in a couple of hours...
No... we can't get caught... she responded, but this idea increased the adrenaline of the situation, I felt it from the tone of her voice.
It doesn't matter... I said near her ear, kissing her behind the ear.
She shuddered, her head went back while letting my hands and cock overwhelm her through her clothes. Maybe the idea of the seventh encounter didn't disgust her so much after all... or was it her last revenge for not receiving a call or message from her boyfriend's cuck.
We shouldn't do this... we can be seen... she said visibly excited, passing her hand behind, touching my waist, holding and pushing me against her body at times. The curtains are closed, there's no one on the street... I said.
She didn't respond, but felt the warmth of her body, the way she sought to rub my groin with her hips... didn't move away, she was looking for me... take this as a sign of approval.
I lowered one of my hands to her waist and tried to start sliding her tight pants down on one side... took my hand to stop it... however she offered no greater resistance... I kissed her neck, moved her head. nervously, with her eyes closed... now her hand was helping me to lower her pants... Ayyy... Why am I doing this?... Mili wondered, surprised by her own behavior, by that anxiety of being penetrated again.
Her tight pants and small thong had left her buttocks looking more prominent. Her hand massaged my cock above my pants, smiling as she felt it hard... she knew that she, her body, her gestures provoked those continuous erections... at that moment, she didn't know who was the slave and who was the master... who was taking advantage of whom... maybe both of us were victims of circumstances...
Take this off already... I asked, alluding to my pants.
I didn't have to beg, I lowered them as fast as I could, my cock shooting out and practically rebounding on her buttock. She was surprised by feeling its rigidity, and I was surprised by the firmness of her buttocks with my sore cock.
As she felt it, Mili leaned forward a bit, I thought she wanted me to penetrate her but noticed that her pants were still above her pubis. However, as she leaned forward, my cock rubbed against her anus... a gesture of pain appeared on her lips... her hand pushed me away, wanting me to leave her pants alone...
Don't be desperate... I reproached myself.
When her pants were at the height of her knees, I couldn't hold back any longer with my cock and went forward. Mili wanted to react, try to jump onto the sofa, but it was too late, her legs were still trapped by her pants, her attempt to jump onto the couch failed, instead she fell back... where my anxious and stoic cock awaited her...
Ayyy... uhmmm.... I exclaimed, surprised by the sudden action and the certainty of my instinct to aim for her hole.
I wanted to believe that my penis was inserting itself into her anus, but by the way my cock practically slid in quickly, the lubrication she had was typical of her pussy, plus her gesture showed that the pain wasn't produced by anal penetration.
Mili had half... cock introduced into her wet vagina, her back contracted a bit from the impact, her fingers scratching at the sofa's armrest.
With you never... ahhh... ahhh...
Don't let her complain, just take between my hands her tight waist and started to attract and repel her enormous hips. Her vaginal lips, little used that night, were squeezing my cock gratefully... grateful that I had finally remembered them...
How good this feels... uhmmm... said Mili.
Now my hips were pushing forward and her buttocks rebounded against my groin. With her torso inclined forward and her hands resting on the furniture, she resisted my thrusts. Through the mirror in front of me, I saw Mili with her eyes closed and biting her lip (perhaps to not be heard on the street) enjoying my labor, her tight polo rising due to the coming and going of her body... her fat buttocks vibrating at my rhythm...
Ahhh sii... asiiii.... Ahhhh.... Masss....... said Mili.
Now I was attracting and repelling with more force, her path was greater... my eyes fixed on her crack, the way it opened and closed when my penis entered and exited... I saw her anus... pink like the cream that had been applied to it... I knew I shouldn't... but...
Get your pants down... I said, practically ordering her to take off her pants while pulling out my cock, stepping back a bit to let her work.
With a fiery face, she looked at me through the mirror, not doubting in making herself understood, under her white pants and thong as quickly as possible, not caring if she got messy on the floor. She was so excited, thinking that this request contained a change of position, which would allow her to join in that activity...
I leaned forward to free one of her legs from her pants, taking advantage of this oversight, this inclination that put her anus at my level, to insert my cock into that small hole.
Ayyyyy... caraj... auuu... she groaned in pain.
In reflex, I sought to escape, but she climbed onto the furniture, and I followed her, unable to flee any further... kneeling on the sofa, with her body rigid from the pain, her arms resting on The head of the armchair, its hands making fists, its flushed and pained face... and of course a quarter cock in its battered anus...
Ayayay... you're a piece of shit... auuu... now that I've really broken your ass... ayyy... said sobbing, leaning his forehead against the backrest of the armchair, not letting her see him suffer through the mirror.
My cock also suffered the consequences, almost feeling it bend in this sudden movement... but I had my reward... Mili was trapped between my body, the armchair, the mirror, and the wall... she couldn't escape... she was caught... I had her warm hole and enormous ass at my disposal...
Ayyy... my culitooo... auuu... she complained.
I knew mine was bordering on madness, it was an obsession to possess her in that way... I was playing with fire, perhaps after that brutal anal act Mili would definitively leave me, maybe it would be better, total after she left through my door it wasn't safe for our relationship to continue... or maybe it was a reflection of my subconscious, I wanted to break her ass so no one else could make her experience that dark pleasure I made her discover... not even the idiot Javier... thinking about it made me furious...
No... no... no... don't do it... ayyy...
The first and forced penetration had ended, the last anal act in my house was just beginning... it was almost a violation... I listened to her laments and pleas but didn't stop, with little resistance from her part and possessed of her waist, I kept pounding her with more force... as her back contracted with each thrust, she lifted her face, suffering, fury, all seen in her expression...
Uyyy... ouchhh... Do you like it?... auuu... surely your frigid girlfriend's sweetheart doesn't please you that much... ayyy... said in a voice choked with rage, perhaps already not caring if they heard us outside.
Shut up!... I ordered and gave her a slap on her trembling buttocks.
Possessed by rage at that forced anal ride, I sought to settle scores with her words, hurt me like that. She didn't know that... also I would fill with rage and his anus would pay the consequences... I forgot about the rough and painful penetrations, only increasing my rhythm mercilessly...
Ayyy... ahhh... ahhh... she was complaining, moaning wildly.
By the fury that had unleashed in me, I didn't realize that her rigid back before supporting my thrusts now arched, had opened her legs wider and raised her ass trying to receive my cock until the end. She also began to enjoy this demonic anal act...
Hey... do you like it? Is he making you come like that?... I spat at him enraged.
Like jealous lovers we were claiming our other love sessions, perhaps in that savage encounter we were releasing all the tension from that undefined relationship.
No... no... uhhmmmm... ahhh... Mili was moaning almost without breath.
What's wrong?... Don't you like it? Javier doesn't make you come like that?... I replied wildly.
Her face, which had been hiding before, trying not to see me in the mirror, finally gave way... her flushed face from our agitated encounter, her expression was not of pain, but of pleasure, a turbid pleasure...
Ahhh... If I like it... uhmmm... she said with a hint of madness.
What more?... I demanded while giving her another slap on her fat ass.
Now she was riding me with greater force and despite feeling her at the verge of collapse, Mili pushed her voluminous ass against me, bouncing back in my groin with fury... the sound produced by this pounding, the slaps I gave her, my gasps, her moans, our exalted claims... we would be lucky if no one heard us, and anyone could call the police reporting a presumed violation... but it didn't matter, Mili barely breathed, she couldn't articulate words... or didn't want to give me reason in my questions... until finally...
Uhhhmmmm... No... nobody... ahhh... nobody makes me come like you... ahhh... she said turning her face while her body trembled from my savage thrusts, wanting Confess it to me while looking at my eyes.
I fill with satisfaction hearing her, but I didn't want to diminish the torment she gave me, I caressed her back, and she comforted herself... but I wanted to see her breasts tremble, her tight polo shirt pulled up over her breasts...
Ahhh... ohhh... uhhmmmm...
I look at myself in the mirror, surprised that my vigor was jumping onto her breasts like that, for moments an expression of sweet suffering, then fainting, but returning to be passionate... total excitement, on the edge of climax...
Finish... finish me... ohhh... ahhh
Feeling about to end that brutal encounter, my hands left her waist, which was going and coming back, punishing itself alone, and I put them on her shoulders, to push her body harder against mine, while my cock entered and exited her anus with demonic rhythm...
Ahhh... yaaa... Uhmmmm... uff... I exclaimed being invaded by a brutal orgasm.
Her column contracted as my cock spat semen for the seventh time into her burning intimacies. The crack of her asshole was open wide, her plump buttocks arched against my groin.
Exhausted, I leaned towards her, my hands released her shoulders and went to her breasts that were still trembling with pleasure, feeling her agitated breathing... Mili rested her elbows on the furniture... with an ecstatic expression, she thanked me for my caresses to her melons, still breathing rapidly through her mouth...
When her breathing returned to normal, I turned around, still with my cock in her anus, her bare breasts and passionate expression, I grabbed the edge of my shirt, pulled her... kissed her...
Don't want to be just the one you screw every time you feel like it? Understand?... she said anguished, looking at me with desire, tenderness. romantic relationship perhaps... Are you going to end it with her?... I wonder, almost she asked. I didn't know how to respond... one thing was the affection of a relationship like the one I had with Viviana... another was wild sex, pleasure taken to its maximum expression that I felt with Mili... perhaps with Mili too could reach those pleasant moments of a loving relationship, that harmonious cohabitation... at that moment I didn't know what to say... and I was momentarily saved...
The sound of my garage door opening... someone had operated it by remote control... My parents' car... They were close...
We have to get ready... I said while listening to the motor of a car approaching.
Respond to me... she demanded, almost sobbing, grabbing my shirt.
It's okay... I'll do it... I said looking at her fixedly. At that moment the car entered my garage...
She smiled with certain relief, joy... gave me another kiss... then quickly left... I heard the car engine turning off... they were about to get out...
Do you think this is normal? You know, doing it so many times in one night...
Well, I think it's like that at first... one does it like a rabbit... everywhere they can and in every position they can... Hasn't it happened to you before?...
That of being like that... maybe 2 or 3 times, perhaps 4 is my record... but not 6 times in one night!... your thing is an abuse... she said half-jokingly, half-complaining.
But remember who provoked me in the shower...
It's fine, but you're starting to seem like the Energizer Bunny from those Duracell batteries...
Maybe I went too far with her, but although it sounds clumsy, macho and absurd: I was like a kid with a new toy... I didn't get tired of her... I didn't want to let go... I was enchanted, captivated, extatic with Mili, with her delicious silhouette, her burning delivery, her gracious personality. I couldn't express it at that moment, so I just said:
You make me feel like this... I explained and kissed her neck again, by now seeing that this caress wasn't having the same effect as before, she was only smiling kindly at me.
No, no, it won't work... after tonight I'm immune to your tricks... she said graciously.
Under those circumstances my maneuver wouldn't have worked, I think I should have encouraged her a bit more and then if she was still resistant, kissing her neck could give me the final push... only in emergency situations or extreme circumstances would I use that tactic, I didn't want Mili to become immune to that caress. At that moment I was tired and my groin was slightly sore from continuous use. I just wanted to joke about the idea:
Do you know what? The number 6 doesn't suit me... let's go for seven... I proposed.
No... you'll only get to seven with me... don't count on it... she replied with a surprised and tired expression. After that brief chat, we decided to leave the bed, witness to Mili's anal initiation and our last encounter. It was still early, but the sun was already spreading its luminosity and warmth with greater force.
Mili asked to shower alone, didn't want to tempt fate, she was satisfied with the six times we did it that weekend. Besides, her anus was still red and irritated, understandable that she wanted to get away from the temptation of reaching the seventh sexual encounter of that weekend.
I took a shower and when I returned to my room, I saw Mili dressed in her white pants but wearing my shirt, trying to fix her blouse... one thing was going to my house showing a suggestive neckline and another was returning to hers, in front of her parents, they would notice the mistreatment on her blouse.
Do you have a needle, thread, and buttons? ... I don't think my parents... Ay... My parents!... I told them I'd do some work but didn't tell them I'd stay out... they'll be worried... she said with an air of guilt.
If you want, I can lend you my phone to call them...
No, it's too early, I'm going to send a message to my dad's cell phone... If he says something, I'll pretend it was the fault of the telephone network that took so long to send the message...
I take her cell phone out of her purse and review it; her expression changes: first surprise at the number of missed calls and messages... then worry when she notices they're all from her parents... finally some disappointment when she doesn't find any from Javier... apparently, her loving girlfriend had kept him as busy as I did Mili.
At first, I notice her uncomfortable gesture due to Javier's neglect, but later it seems she didn't care, total with what happened at my house, I think she'd gotten even. return home like that. Mili remembered the polo of my cousin that she saw in my closet and decided to use it, it was better than her blouse. As I imagined it would fit a little small and tight, like a top. Since her broken bra lay in the faculty bathroom, she was only protected by the polo. Her nipples were barely contained. Finally, she ended up looking something like that photo.
Then we went to have breakfast. This time, she didn't offer to clean the table, she was afraid of her backside. While I cleaned the table, she washed the dishes.
From behind me, she finished her task, her movements weren't as suggestive as when she cleans my table, but her forms, her buttocks... it was to eat her... simply I approached from behind and hugged her...
What are you doing?... I protested playfully.
Nothing... I like seeing you like that... making yourself at home... I said affectionately, feeling her plump buttocks close to my crotch.
We won't make it to the seventh... she warned with a smile.
It seemed that Mili had already felt the bulk of my cock in her fleshy buttocks, however, I didn't move away from her. She probably liked me hugging her like that, she liked feeling me. When she finished her task:
Thanks... I said.
No, thanks to you... for everything... she replied, then turned her face, I understood she wanted to give me a kiss and I responded.
We stood there for a few seconds until she felt my cock hardening, then she moved away...
No... keep it quiet... it's going to be late... my parents must be worried... she excused herself.
This is fine... I said with a childlike resentful voice.
Another time will come... she said affectionately and gave me another kiss.
Well, I thought our sexual story would end that day, I knew I shouldn't get too excited, but her comment was leaving an open door for me to touch or push it to enter... I wasn't denying myself that possibility...
She walked away from me, I searched for her purse and as she saw me a little disappointed because we didn't make it to the seventh sexual encounter, she asked me to Come on. Poor Mili, she didn't know the number seven was closer to what she thought.
We walked into my room, I behind her, marveling at the sway of her hips, that coy walk that shone for me, knowing she was being watched. She was willing to leave and thus end her torment in my house... only that her vanity played a bad trick on her...
Near my door is a large mirror, above a sofa. My mother put it there because she wanted to give herself one last look at her clothes or hair before leaving, women's things... Mili wasn't an exception to that final glance, made a last stop in front of that mirror... my cock also had reserved a last stop for goodbye.
She looked into the mirror while giving her makeup a final touch, I positioned myself behind her and hugged her. Only this time my penis was more noticeably hard and located between her round buttocks.
I told you we won't make it to seven... she said without letting go of her purse in search of her makeup tools, however, I felt her lift her hips a little, not sure if it was due to alertness or the fascination caused by my hard cock trying to separate her fat buttocks.
I just hug you... excuse me without stopping to press my bulge into your cleft.
Now my hands pulled her waist towards me, pushing her buttocks against my groin. She didn't complain, still more concerned with her appearance. I kissed her neck, through the mirror I could see how it was now taking effect, she narrowed her eyes, for a moment forgot about makeup, then returned to herself:
No Chris, no... look how I had to put on moisturizing cream to alleviate the heat I had... protest tenderly.
Sorry... I can't let you go... if you want, I'll give you an entire bottle of moisturizing cream... I'll even apply it myself, I said in gracious supplication.
Ay... you're terrible... she said, giving in a little, but then made the difficult decision again: it's too late... your parents will arrive. Those times would have made my erection dwindle, but in these circumstances; feeling Mili's body that excuse didn't work. Besides it was almost eight, it was very early.
My parents would surely arrive later... I said, lifting my hands to her abdomen in search of her breasts.
Sure?... Mili asked, retreating from her negative response but advancing in the pressure her buttocks exerted against me.
My hands no longer held or pressed her waist towards my groin, however her back continued to push against my cock. Mili was doing it at will, feeling my hard penis between her juicy buttocks and enjoying it, wanting to feel it closer, opening herself up more and therefore not stopping the pressure. My fingers massaged her breasts through the fabric, feeling her growing agitation.
I'm sure they'll arrive in a couple of hours...
No... we can't get caught... she responded, but this idea increased the adrenaline of the situation, I felt it from the tone of her voice.
It doesn't matter... I said near her ear, kissing her behind the ear.
She shuddered, her head went back while letting my hands and cock overwhelm her through her clothes. Maybe the idea of the seventh encounter didn't disgust her so much after all... or was it her last revenge for not receiving a call or message from her boyfriend's cuck.
We shouldn't do this... we can be seen... she said visibly excited, passing her hand behind, touching my waist, holding and pushing me against her body at times. The curtains are closed, there's no one on the street... I said.
She didn't respond, but felt the warmth of her body, the way she sought to rub my groin with her hips... didn't move away, she was looking for me... take this as a sign of approval.
I lowered one of my hands to her waist and tried to start sliding her tight pants down on one side... took my hand to stop it... however she offered no greater resistance... I kissed her neck, moved her head. nervously, with her eyes closed... now her hand was helping me to lower her pants... Ayyy... Why am I doing this?... Mili wondered, surprised by her own behavior, by that anxiety of being penetrated again.
Her tight pants and small thong had left her buttocks looking more prominent. Her hand massaged my cock above my pants, smiling as she felt it hard... she knew that she, her body, her gestures provoked those continuous erections... at that moment, she didn't know who was the slave and who was the master... who was taking advantage of whom... maybe both of us were victims of circumstances...
Take this off already... I asked, alluding to my pants.
I didn't have to beg, I lowered them as fast as I could, my cock shooting out and practically rebounding on her buttock. She was surprised by feeling its rigidity, and I was surprised by the firmness of her buttocks with my sore cock.
As she felt it, Mili leaned forward a bit, I thought she wanted me to penetrate her but noticed that her pants were still above her pubis. However, as she leaned forward, my cock rubbed against her anus... a gesture of pain appeared on her lips... her hand pushed me away, wanting me to leave her pants alone...
Don't be desperate... I reproached myself.
When her pants were at the height of her knees, I couldn't hold back any longer with my cock and went forward. Mili wanted to react, try to jump onto the sofa, but it was too late, her legs were still trapped by her pants, her attempt to jump onto the couch failed, instead she fell back... where my anxious and stoic cock awaited her...
Ayyy... uhmmm.... I exclaimed, surprised by the sudden action and the certainty of my instinct to aim for her hole.
I wanted to believe that my penis was inserting itself into her anus, but by the way my cock practically slid in quickly, the lubrication she had was typical of her pussy, plus her gesture showed that the pain wasn't produced by anal penetration.
Mili had half... cock introduced into her wet vagina, her back contracted a bit from the impact, her fingers scratching at the sofa's armrest.
With you never... ahhh... ahhh...
Don't let her complain, just take between my hands her tight waist and started to attract and repel her enormous hips. Her vaginal lips, little used that night, were squeezing my cock gratefully... grateful that I had finally remembered them...
How good this feels... uhmmm... said Mili.
Now my hips were pushing forward and her buttocks rebounded against my groin. With her torso inclined forward and her hands resting on the furniture, she resisted my thrusts. Through the mirror in front of me, I saw Mili with her eyes closed and biting her lip (perhaps to not be heard on the street) enjoying my labor, her tight polo rising due to the coming and going of her body... her fat buttocks vibrating at my rhythm...
Ahhh sii... asiiii.... Ahhhh.... Masss....... said Mili.
Now I was attracting and repelling with more force, her path was greater... my eyes fixed on her crack, the way it opened and closed when my penis entered and exited... I saw her anus... pink like the cream that had been applied to it... I knew I shouldn't... but...
Get your pants down... I said, practically ordering her to take off her pants while pulling out my cock, stepping back a bit to let her work.
With a fiery face, she looked at me through the mirror, not doubting in making herself understood, under her white pants and thong as quickly as possible, not caring if she got messy on the floor. She was so excited, thinking that this request contained a change of position, which would allow her to join in that activity...
I leaned forward to free one of her legs from her pants, taking advantage of this oversight, this inclination that put her anus at my level, to insert my cock into that small hole.
Ayyyyy... caraj... auuu... she groaned in pain.
In reflex, I sought to escape, but she climbed onto the furniture, and I followed her, unable to flee any further... kneeling on the sofa, with her body rigid from the pain, her arms resting on The head of the armchair, its hands making fists, its flushed and pained face... and of course a quarter cock in its battered anus...
Ayayay... you're a piece of shit... auuu... now that I've really broken your ass... ayyy... said sobbing, leaning his forehead against the backrest of the armchair, not letting her see him suffer through the mirror.
My cock also suffered the consequences, almost feeling it bend in this sudden movement... but I had my reward... Mili was trapped between my body, the armchair, the mirror, and the wall... she couldn't escape... she was caught... I had her warm hole and enormous ass at my disposal...
Ayyy... my culitooo... auuu... she complained.
I knew mine was bordering on madness, it was an obsession to possess her in that way... I was playing with fire, perhaps after that brutal anal act Mili would definitively leave me, maybe it would be better, total after she left through my door it wasn't safe for our relationship to continue... or maybe it was a reflection of my subconscious, I wanted to break her ass so no one else could make her experience that dark pleasure I made her discover... not even the idiot Javier... thinking about it made me furious...
No... no... no... don't do it... ayyy...
The first and forced penetration had ended, the last anal act in my house was just beginning... it was almost a violation... I listened to her laments and pleas but didn't stop, with little resistance from her part and possessed of her waist, I kept pounding her with more force... as her back contracted with each thrust, she lifted her face, suffering, fury, all seen in her expression...
Uyyy... ouchhh... Do you like it?... auuu... surely your frigid girlfriend's sweetheart doesn't please you that much... ayyy... said in a voice choked with rage, perhaps already not caring if they heard us outside.
Shut up!... I ordered and gave her a slap on her trembling buttocks.
Possessed by rage at that forced anal ride, I sought to settle scores with her words, hurt me like that. She didn't know that... also I would fill with rage and his anus would pay the consequences... I forgot about the rough and painful penetrations, only increasing my rhythm mercilessly...
Ayyy... ahhh... ahhh... she was complaining, moaning wildly.
By the fury that had unleashed in me, I didn't realize that her rigid back before supporting my thrusts now arched, had opened her legs wider and raised her ass trying to receive my cock until the end. She also began to enjoy this demonic anal act...
Hey... do you like it? Is he making you come like that?... I spat at him enraged.
Like jealous lovers we were claiming our other love sessions, perhaps in that savage encounter we were releasing all the tension from that undefined relationship.
No... no... uhhmmmm... ahhh... Mili was moaning almost without breath.
What's wrong?... Don't you like it? Javier doesn't make you come like that?... I replied wildly.
Her face, which had been hiding before, trying not to see me in the mirror, finally gave way... her flushed face from our agitated encounter, her expression was not of pain, but of pleasure, a turbid pleasure...
Ahhh... If I like it... uhmmm... she said with a hint of madness.
What more?... I demanded while giving her another slap on her fat ass.
Now she was riding me with greater force and despite feeling her at the verge of collapse, Mili pushed her voluminous ass against me, bouncing back in my groin with fury... the sound produced by this pounding, the slaps I gave her, my gasps, her moans, our exalted claims... we would be lucky if no one heard us, and anyone could call the police reporting a presumed violation... but it didn't matter, Mili barely breathed, she couldn't articulate words... or didn't want to give me reason in my questions... until finally...
Uhhhmmmm... No... nobody... ahhh... nobody makes me come like you... ahhh... she said turning her face while her body trembled from my savage thrusts, wanting Confess it to me while looking at my eyes.
I fill with satisfaction hearing her, but I didn't want to diminish the torment she gave me, I caressed her back, and she comforted herself... but I wanted to see her breasts tremble, her tight polo shirt pulled up over her breasts...
Ahhh... ohhh... uhhmmmm...
I look at myself in the mirror, surprised that my vigor was jumping onto her breasts like that, for moments an expression of sweet suffering, then fainting, but returning to be passionate... total excitement, on the edge of climax...
Finish... finish me... ohhh... ahhh
Feeling about to end that brutal encounter, my hands left her waist, which was going and coming back, punishing itself alone, and I put them on her shoulders, to push her body harder against mine, while my cock entered and exited her anus with demonic rhythm...
Ahhh... yaaa... Uhmmmm... uff... I exclaimed being invaded by a brutal orgasm.
Her column contracted as my cock spat semen for the seventh time into her burning intimacies. The crack of her asshole was open wide, her plump buttocks arched against my groin.
Exhausted, I leaned towards her, my hands released her shoulders and went to her breasts that were still trembling with pleasure, feeling her agitated breathing... Mili rested her elbows on the furniture... with an ecstatic expression, she thanked me for my caresses to her melons, still breathing rapidly through her mouth...
When her breathing returned to normal, I turned around, still with my cock in her anus, her bare breasts and passionate expression, I grabbed the edge of my shirt, pulled her... kissed her...
Don't want to be just the one you screw every time you feel like it? Understand?... she said anguished, looking at me with desire, tenderness. romantic relationship perhaps... Are you going to end it with her?... I wonder, almost she asked. I didn't know how to respond... one thing was the affection of a relationship like the one I had with Viviana... another was wild sex, pleasure taken to its maximum expression that I felt with Mili... perhaps with Mili too could reach those pleasant moments of a loving relationship, that harmonious cohabitation... at that moment I didn't know what to say... and I was momentarily saved...
The sound of my garage door opening... someone had operated it by remote control... My parents' car... They were close...
We have to get ready... I said while listening to the motor of a car approaching.
Respond to me... she demanded, almost sobbing, grabbing my shirt.
It's okay... I'll do it... I said looking at her fixedly. At that moment the car entered my garage...
She smiled with certain relief, joy... gave me another kiss... then quickly left... I heard the car engine turning off... they were about to get out...
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