I already contended how, with my husband, we had our first partner exchange in Entre Ríos. We enjoyed two fabulous nights, Martin got hooked on Flavia and I on her husband Manuel. I was amazed (and delighted) by his big and hard cock like a rock. (see photo)He, apparently, was enchanted with my popa (see photo), which was the last thing he tried, by the Uruguay River, and didn't hesitate to call me when, for work, he traveled to Buenos Aires.
-Hi Romina? Do you know who's calling?- I heard, as I answered the phone on my cell. I had no idea and expressed it that way.
-Manuel. Do you remember the lovely evenings we had on the littoral?
I never heard him say that over the phone before. Whispering, telling me sweet or harsh words, yes, but with his body present, or to speak more properly, with him inside of me – in my mouth, in my pussy, or in my ass -
Veladas? More like wild parties to indulge in sex!!!
-Hi, what a lovely surprise!! How are you, Manuel?
-I'm feeling the urge to see you. I'm in Buenos Aires for a few days. How do you see it?
-Did you come with your wife?
-No, alone-
-What a shame...! - I expressed that if they had both come, we could have dinner together. It was implied what would happen after dessert.
A lack of bread...! I didn't hesitate to plan a third encounter, alone, with that male, handsome, courteous, sensual, and especially with long-lasting sex.
We agreed to meet the next day, Martin was leaving on a trip and I could leave my kids with my sister Lorena.
He came to pick me up after work. Clean, elegant, and courteous, he opened the taxi door for us, which took us to a bar.
Pleasant, sweet, and smooth in conversation and treatment, while we had a couple of appetizers, he didn't hide that more than dinner, he had another appetite.
My wet panties were leaning towards the same thing.
We skipped the last meal of the day and ended up at a transitory hotel near Puerto Madero.
I returned to my sister's house around 23:30. She, silly, didn't ask any questions, but my daughter, innocent, wanted to know:
-What were you doing, mom, that you took so long?-
After a brief hesitation, I replied:
-Women's things, my love.-
-Yeah, I know. It was very difficult what they made you do –
-¡Buenoooo …. seee….!
In mind You'll see when you're big: it's hard not to do it again.
We said goodbye and returned to our house.
What I couldn't tell my daughter:
After the appetizers, Manuel took me to the hotel. In the elevator we kissed but, as soon as the door closed, he threw his jacket over a chair, leaned against one of the walls, kissed and fondled me wildly - breasts and pussy, from there to the ass and vice versa - back and forth.
I didn't take long to open his shirt, letting his hairy torso show, petting and handling it, kissing her nipples.
With impetus, speed and promptness he undressed my outer clothes leaving me in a slip and bra, lying on the bed, took off his shirt and pants and jumped on top of me. With vehement and lively kisses, his lips traveled my body from my mouth to my navel.
With his teeth, he began to slide down my slip until I pulled it all the way out, helping himself with his hands, then went down on me, licking, sucking and kissing my pussy. His restless and curious tongue and fingers entered and left my sex, my clenched hands grasping the sheet tightly and unable to contain sighs and moans.
I ended up in his face. The pervert brought his mouth to my lips and made me feel the taste of my hot snatch.
Then I started pulling on the elastic of his slip. He understood my intention. He lay on his back, took off his slip, leaving it open, pointing upwards, balancing, his enormous cock, with his red head inviting me to suck it.
I put it in my mouth, not without giving him a good lick all over. long the trunk, going from smaller to larger in the sucks and licks. By what I heard, he was 'in glory' and his hands were caressing me entirely. Suddenly he let go of me and took off my bra, threw me down, got on top of me, and his cock began to open up a path in my pussy until it completely excited me, making me moan and sigh. -Finally I'm inside you again...!- he whispered in my ear and started kissing me. When his lips left mine and came close to my ear, I felt the moans and growls he was letting out. I closed and opened my eyes; it seemed like I was dreaming. After pumping for a long time and having two of my orgasms, his two hands took possession of my breasts and his moans and growls grew louder. I felt his brutal ejaculation invading me. A electrifying pleasure ran through my body and became the last orgasm of that first succession of the afternoon-night. He stayed on top of me, his right hand descending first to my pussy, then going up and putting two fingers in my mouth. There I savored the 'smoothie' of semen and vaginal fluid. I really enjoyed it. Lying down, head to head and embracing: -I can't believe my luck, queen: making love with you again!! You've been broken and remolded!- he whispered. -Neither can I. I'm dazed from being alone with you again, having you inside me, and enjoying your company-, I replied. The rest of the 'evening' was a display – with brief pauses to recover strength and hygiene - of Manuel's incredible endurance and a flood of pleasure for me. He put his long and fat cock in front of and behind me – missionary and doggy style, vaginal and anal -. As said: difficult not to repeat if another opportunity arises. Not a word to Martin about what happened.
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