Coger es mi vida.

I am from Mexico, at just 20 years old. I am married to a man who is 28 years older than me because I love mature men. Not only for their experience, but also because they understand my way of being better. At least that's what I hope.

I have a great fascination with sex, something that has turned into a daily need to at least sleep with a few men a day.

I adore anal sex more than traditional sex. The pleasure it causes when someone is screwing me through that hole is intense, and the sensation gets more exciting every time.

That's a little bit about me, a small introduction for those I want to tell. I have decided to call myself Slut-Lesbiana because at least it clearly expresses what I am or what I want people to know about me.

I started feeling these strong desires to be screwed daily from a young age. And yes, I see how many men I sleep with monthly. Athletes count their kilometers, others count the steps they take in a day, and there are many ways to keep track of life. I count my lovers, and every time I surpass myself monthly, I feel more excited.

Each penis is a trophy for me. There are some that are only a means to achieve the greatest prize.

I am usually very active on social media because where else can you find quick sex? Social media is a giant platform for daily love affairs. Because I love having sex, so it's definitely real love. More real than what many people think they have.

It's sexual, carnal love. A delivery, a gift, my intimacy offered to whoever I want, because no matter how much I screw around with a lot of men, I have a pretty broad criterion for tastes.

I am one of the few women who adore a photo of a penis in their messaging box. Just seeing it tells me I should be prepared for a date that will end with clothes on the floor and my ass exposed to an excessive amount of semen.

If you ask if I'm bi or hetero, I don't want to be labeled. I prefer only responding that I appreciate sex like any other, perhaps more than normal. I like it with girls and boys. But above all, big cocks willing to give me a great satisfaction. Let it be clear, I'm not some inflatable doll or necrophilia lover. I'm just as active as they are because there are many ways to give and receive pleasure. And I, without a doubt, want to fulfill all the fantasies that come my way, always provided I get more than one orgasm, or they come in my face (I always have thirst). Like I was saying, I like experiences with women. I still remember as if it were yesterday one of my experiences with a friend, and here's the story. I met up with my dear friend to grab some ice cream, yes, real ice cream, those cones and all, not a member to lick. The heat was suffocating, and like two good girls we started licking the melting ice cream at lightning speed. I saw her little tongue sucking on the dripping cone, and I imitated the gesture without taking my eyes off hers. She moved her chair closer to me when she finished hers, and said: Friend, it's a horrible heat, mine is all gone. Can we keep sharing yours? I brought it up to her mouth, and we both licked, colliding with our tongues, and ignoring that. We were two licking while the public, mostly male, subtly watched our show. I saw her nipples already poking through her white blouse, her legs opened a little, and decided to put my hand under the table. I squeezed her thighs, and she let out a small moan. The ice cream is very melted, keep on sucking, foxy. I reached for one of my fingers her panties and ran it a bit so I could touch her yummy vagina, softly to increase her juices. If it weren't for the noise from the people and cars, everyone could have heard how the slut was wet. Invite me to twist my nipples with your gaze. We were both mesmerized by this game when we noticed the public was larger and some police officers approached to watch the scene. -Ladies. We looked at them without letting go of the cup, and she my nipple. -Say! -This is not a suitable place for that type of show. We'll have to ask them to behave or take them away in our police car. I put all my finger into the groove on my friend, and she couldn't help but moan louder. -This is unacceptable. We'll have to take them away. You think it matters to me if they take me away for this, I was just looking at the cops' cocks and the risita of one of them. I knew we'd cost us getting out of this. But I loved opening my legs for the law and saving my skin from this reprimand. There were juices in my friend that couldn't be wasted, I was ready to be approached by their penises. And with the idea of offering my slutty to get out of this, I was going to leave more than one fluid on the seat. I didn't like wearing underwear, so I rubbed all my vulva on the uncomfortable seat to satisfy my desires. I could see lust in their eyes and a bulge in their pants that was eager to come out and play. We were taken away so everyone could understand we were going to be detained for attacking morality and good customs. We heard more than one guy say: ¡We ruined the show! And we were escorted to the police van, which would take us to Jail. We got in with a sad face to disguise it, and the police got in the van to take us to Jail. They started the engine and one of them says: -Listen, sweethearts, we'll take you to a more private place so you can finish what you were doing. For now, you can keep doing that. The hostess, or at least that's what I expected, because I wanted to contribute by paying for all my excess crimes.

I opened her legs, took off her pants, and put my tongue in her vagina.

Ohhh, friend. Don't mess around, I'll come before receiving the cock.

I pulled my head out of between her legs and said:

Better, you'll have more juice for them.

I don't know how many streets we walked, but through the small window I could tell we were well away from the city.

I rubbed my sex against hers, and we made a yummy little cut while our breasts and moans took care of warming up the back seat of the car. The sweat drops fell on my face to my tits, and all I heard was my friend saying: Ohh, friend, I love you.

Yes, yes. Me too. Keep rubbing her, girl.

The car stopped, but we didn't stop. Both police officers got into the back seat and looked at us giving ourselves pleasure. Their hard cocks sprang out of their tight pants, and they started to masturbate.

Which one do you want to start with?

I'll serve myself to the foxy one first.

Obviously it was me. Flattered by his comment, I approached him and ran my tongue over his hard penis.

I put everything in my mouth. Practicing with bananas really helps. I went all in and well-stuffed into my mouth.

My friend was already sucking like an inexperienced one, but she had the other member just as hard. She grabbed my hair and held me for a good while until my eyes were crying. I kept sucking because I didn't want to have problems with the law.

My friend was already in four, being penetrated. I saw her grabbing her hips, hitting her ass. And that very slut was an anthology of screams.

I kept sucking, and wanting to be treated like a slut once by my backside. To see who would scream more this time. Because something that drives me crazy, as I mentioned, is when they stick it in my butt. So when the guy was well-disposed, I got on all fours again. And told him to do it from the other side It was better. He spat on my butt and went in all the way. His friend at this point also wanted to replicate the scene, but my girlfriend refused outright since she was still a virgin of that place, and wasn't willing for the game to get that far. Despite the pleas, he said no. And I told the guy: calm down! When your friend is done, you can go next. I'm sacrificing myself for her. Again I focused on Mr. Law and Order, so honorable that he was giving me a good one in the butt, and felt like my skin was hot. My face was red, innocence increased with each entry and exit of his penis, his nails were digging into my hips, and I already felt like I was going to cum. He gave me a few minutes of sex, but every time it's for the booty, the reaction is mine, feeling like I'm burning, and sweat pouring down my body. The orgasm presented itself again and again. Obviously, I discovered that, and many other times that anal sex provoked greater satisfaction in me, and would be my main choice whenever I was with one, two or more men. That pleasure was dedicated to my dear husband, who still didn't know that his penis wasn't my only Favorite. However, there's something to respect, he could enter as many times as he wanted into my vagina, because it was his precious paradise. But I preferred the policeman take me from this place, and I was already anxious for him to finish so I could go play with the other one. His gasps became fierce, he kept pulling my hair constantly and aggressively until I felt those beautiful convulsions that indicate it's ending. With my butt dripping and lubricated, I pointed at the eyes of the one who wanted to enter next, because his beloved wife was very calm about giving him her butt. What better show of love than giving it, and closing the deal, in the end. In my case, it wasn't love for that person, but love for the object under their pants. The desire I felt for Get inside me and fill me with semen. A casual exchange of fluids that, aligned, compose the oldest and tastiest love in the world. This clearly wasn't a job, it was art of love. I kept pointing my ass at him, my friend was torn apart because she saw that the guy had an incredible cumshot, and the idea of fitting me into his asshole was slipping away from her thoughts. The culmination of his desires was so close to being complete that he invaded me more with the fact of putting it in me, and I found myself with a birthday face waiting for the damn gift of his cum in my anus. -I suppose you don't mind if I'm already pretty wet, you're going to come in hard and make me scream like a slut. My friend retired to the side, spread her legs, and let the other policeman who was already satisfied masturbate her so she wouldn't be looking at me making my man of the law orgasm. His penis was like a rock, and I entered with screams into my ass. He clung to my hips with his hungry hands, and my tits were bouncing because he was giving it to me hard. I screamed like a madwoman because I loved being given rough sex in that area. I looked at my lover's disfigured face, his tongue out, and crashing without stopping against his pelvis. I was impressed by his rhythm, turbid eyes, opened my mouth wider, and let the intense and deep orgasms he was provoking me escape. Waiting to be filled again. His bouncing became incesant, and more inside, I felt like I was going to split apart from how hard he was giving it to me. Until he released copious amounts of semen into him, feeling his semen much denser than the previous one, or maybe he was too full. The heat was suffocating in the car, and he rested next to me for a few minutes. I was waiting for the other one to get going, but it seemed they had already settled our debt with justice, and we would be freed from this torment. We were left at another place, given some coins to buy more ice cream, and tried to Keep your composure in public. My friend looked at me and said: 'You're really a slut, friend.' 'No, I just like to have sex.'