The image isn't of her, but it falls short in describing her
On this site one always has to describe oneself, so I'm going to describe the characters before anything else.
I'm Frederic, 1.84 meters tall, chestnut hair with curls. I have quite a bushy beard. I'm not thin, on the contrary, I have my belly. Yet, I exercise regularly and also have a sturdy body.
Malena is my best friend since kindergarten. She's also a brunette, but with limp hair, in my mind she has the best tits I've seen in my life. Today we both have 19.
2015's winter started and we got together with my friends and hers because we're basically cousins and know each other all. In my group, those who have known me longer don't bother her, they know it's more complicated than it seems. But the new ones load us up and alone ask why we never go out. My excuse is always the same: she's my cousin, almost like a sister. She's family.
It turned out it was winter and we were all gathered at my best friend's house (with a patio with pool, swimming pool, etc.) And we were listening to music. Lucas, that's what I call my best friend, put on the 10 and prepared daquiris for everyone (although we dudes took beers) the point is that we were all very happy. What am I saying, we were all hammered. That kind of drunk where alcohol isn't the determining factor but just being with friends, with music you enjoy, with yummy food, and again, it was about the friends, which was the most important thing.
Some moment in the night happens when those who are more or less on the same wavelength as someone go to some room of the huge house to... close the door and turn off the light. Those who don't have that luck usually leave, because it's the moment when the music ends.
With Malena we decided that this wasn't going to end here and we stayed chatting in the quincho. I told her, like always, everything that happened to me that week (including cuties in the equation). She, as always, gave her opinion but reserved herself. She always reserved herself when we talked. While we were talking, we slowly got closer. My hand was embracing her shoulders, she was leaning against my leg, her divine chest was pressing against mine a little at a time. The alcohol had gone to our heads. The conversation was getting more and more hilarious. We've known each other for many years and have too many inside jokes and anecdotes that we both know by heart but we tell them and can't contain our laughter. We always used to be together but never this close. Suddenly she pulls me in and we keep talking really well. My heart was racing because I thought it was going out of control, and she felt the same because (by then her breast was pressed against mine), because I felt hers too. Joke goes, joke comes. Her hand gets closer to my thigh and squeezes it. My hand goes down to her waist. We laugh at something silly. We give each other another kiss. My other hand touches her knee that's on top of mine. She plays with my belt. We laugh at something we used to do when we were kids and she kisses me passionately. Passionate romance, I have to admit, because it started with soft and very agitated kisses without tongue. Her hand is caressing me over the pants and I'm holding onto her booty, which isn't smaller than her tits. We separate and look at each other. She gives me a smiling gaze from ear to ear with that perfect smile I enjoyed so many times in my childhood. She looks at me with those dark black eyes that seem to shine with emotion. I lie down on top of her and she pulls off my shirt between playful laughs. I unbutton her corset and take everything out, sweater and top. The floor carpet is warm. We kiss each other again but she slowly bites my lip. inferior and I respond by doing the same thing. We're out of control. He has on a Jean that I start to unbutton while giving him kisses on the neck. The unbuttoned Jean and slowly descending, giving kisses all over the neck and clavicle until I reach those monumental tits and hold back. I know her since she was little and when she was the only one in high school with big tits hated it when people looked at them, touched them. Then I pass through the middle separating them carefully and continue on to the abdomen until I arrive at that division between the pelvis and belly and stay giving kisses. I take off his Jean and underwear together. She covers herself a little out of embarrassment. I give her kisses on the ankle and slowly move back up, along the calf, thigh, until I reach the promised land. I open her pussy slightly and pass my tongue over it, each lip, and finally I settle on the clitoris and give frenzied circles. She twists around. Her body makes a muffled sound. At one point she pulls my head away and kisses me. My face is soaked and we laugh. I clean up and give her kisses while passing my finger over her lips with my hand. It's wet to the point of being unable to hold it in. I introduce my finger and pull it out, so she knows what I'm going to do. I have an erect penis and it hurts from squeezing the Jean too much. She's focused on what are now two fingers entering and stirring up her vagina. Minutes pass and she wriggles until she pulls my hand away and kisses me. It's your turn, animal she unbuttons my belt and we're both naked on the floor of the quincho. The couch covers us from the rest of the house. I'm going to admit that I measure 16 cm, which I consider medium. She first cleans up the rest of the semen she had from all that kissing and giving her orgasms. And after swallowing that little bit introduces my cock into her mouth with quick movements and experienced lips. It's the best fuck today. In mind I'm grateful for having waited so long to be with her, because we're both experienced and we're going to enjoy it much more than a first time of shyness. I warn you that I'm cumming and start masturbating with my hand while opening my mouth and can't wait. Come in all the way and swallow without blinking. 'I have condoms'. They call me on the phone. It's Lucas, and the driver who always looks for girls (including males) is at the door. We get dressed quickly, he kisses me on the mouth and leaves. And I'm left alone in the quincho, with a desire to keep going.
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