I pulled out the oil from a drawer of the lamp I had gone to look for and returned where I had left Ivana, who was now sitting with her legs crossed, wearing her pants and sweatshirt, looking at me. Were you texting your wife? I had put myself on display. My silence responded, she smiled and said This is not ok. Her sisterliness disarmed me for a few seconds, but I hadn't played all my cards yet. I asked if she knew why our beds were separated and she answered Comfort?. And I told her what the real situation was between my wife and me. For us it was a way of graphing our non-filial bond, despite our rings. Why did we keep together? I didn't know. I was honest with Ivana and she was with me. I didn't want to know about my marital problems and we had enjoyed the massage a lot. She felt indebted to my European friend. How can I pay you back, friend? Ivana spoke some Spanish and when she did it sounded very sexy. A thousand ideas went through my head that could match what I had done to her, but none of them came out of my mouth.
A different sound from her voice and my voice, but perhaps expressing what we felt internally, a known and universal sound that is born from the depths when the blood boils, that sound came to my apparent aid. Where was it coming from? Ivana still didn't recognize the sound that was coming from an electronic device and was very similar to the moans of the girl who appeared in the video I was watching before my friend knocked on my door.
Her sudden laughter told me she had recognized the type of sound and where it was coming from too. My computer had come out of hibernation. To this day, I wonder why it came out of hibernation like that that day. Ivana laughed and I couldn't do anything but laugh too. Now I know what you were doing before I got here. I couldn't hide it and the girl's tearing moans from the video were driving me crazy because I opened my computer to turn it off, but my friend he approached from the other side of the bed with a 'Let me see' and held the screen so that I wouldn't close it. I couldn't believe what was happening in that room. My friend Ivana, whom I had dedicated more than one pair of blowjobs to since I knew her, was sitting on my bed next to me watching a video where a girl was being anal penetrated by a boy of her age, while she was giving oral sex to another boy, a bit older than both of them, in what seemed to be a bathroom at a bar in Prague. 'Were you watching this porn?' She stared fixedly at the screen, nodding from laughter to impression and then to the flush caused by this unexpected plot twist. My friend looked at me with an expression of 'Tell me'. - What do you want me to say? - I replied smiling. I explained that Eastern European perversion went much further than the typical plastic porn in the US and that the situation presented in the video was very good. She had turned back to look at the screen and suddenly laughed, saying she had never found Czechs so well-endowed as those in the video. 'What about Latin guys?' She asked, looking at me with her eyes. Was she asking if Latinos were well-endowed? I replied that I only knew some data like averages by country, but there was everything in every country. 'And what about Chilean guys?' Ivana asked. - We have our man charm. - That response from Ivana didn't expect it, and the shock put her serious and attentive expression. - Can you show me? - Your debt is going up. - I can afford it. These last words made us explode in laughter, and my blood was flowing faster as she reclined relaxed on the bed. - I'm waiting for it. Show me. The sound of the video continued, and I didn't know if we had gotten lost in translation from our native languages, but I understood that she wanted to see my size. Or at least imagine it. I had to decide, just like in the first pubescent experiences in That you didn't know if your friend really wanted you to take it out and see it or was just joking with you. My heat got the better of me. I had nothing to lose. I was on top. “This is what I have, Ivana,” I thought, and without more, I stood in front of her, unzipping my stretched-out athletic pants. I took the string, separating it from my skin enough to give space to the part of me that was about to emerge. I stopped to see her expression of nervousness, anxiety, and desire before doing so. She looked at me with a dare.- Don't you dare?- Yes, I do. And without more, I lowered my pants, leaving Ivana to see this piece of flesh and wet skin that pulsed in that moment in front of her eyes, eager to burst towards her mouth. I knew it was time to act and took advantage of what she had asked me minutes earlier:- I think I know how you can pay me back.- I told her looking at her.- I think I know too. And without more, she came closer like a cat on the bed, looked at me, lowered her head and gaze, took my cock with great care in her soft hand and moved it smoothly. Suddenly I felt that not only her hand was caressing me. I felt a moist and thin skin on the tip that was stroking a soft and slow area. Little by little I felt her lips advancing along my trunk and I felt like I was in a dream that couldn't be expressed with the moans I wanted, but my interrupted breathing and gasps of air gave my compliant friend an idea of how much I liked paying her debt. I didn't notice when Ivana stopped the video, accelerated and deepened her movements, only feeling that if this kept up, I would come at any moment. I caressed her hair and she let out a sigh. What I felt on the skin and ear was delicious. Every time my hand pulled her hair a little tighter, she expressed a pleasure similar to what I was receiving. It seemed like Ivana really felt in debt with me. Moving my body back and taking her soft hair, I kissed her. Her open mouth and Soaked, entering and blowing air, her eyes fixed on me behind those thick lenses. I couldn't help but be tempted to try a little of those lips. When she saw my mouth approaching, she narrowed her eyes until our breathing crashed. Her sweet aroma mixed with my salty taste was my downfall. I felt like the flame was turning into a fire inside me and my skin knew how to express it. Without hesitation, I placed my open hand on that ass I had known just minutes before and in my ear the first moan of Ivan generated an echo towards my belly. As our breathing turned into gasps, our hands, hair, and saliva found themselves in a mad scramble of grabs, bites, kisses that ran along her body and mine.
The clumsiness made me want to take off her pants without untying her belt, which she corrected masterfully, moving away from me towards the door. This couldn't be happening. Don't go Ivana I thought at the same time as she secured the entrance lock, took out her sweater, her pants and walked back towards me.
A different sound from her voice and my voice, but perhaps expressing what we felt internally, a known and universal sound that is born from the depths when the blood boils, that sound came to my apparent aid. Where was it coming from? Ivana still didn't recognize the sound that was coming from an electronic device and was very similar to the moans of the girl who appeared in the video I was watching before my friend knocked on my door.
Her sudden laughter told me she had recognized the type of sound and where it was coming from too. My computer had come out of hibernation. To this day, I wonder why it came out of hibernation like that that day. Ivana laughed and I couldn't do anything but laugh too. Now I know what you were doing before I got here. I couldn't hide it and the girl's tearing moans from the video were driving me crazy because I opened my computer to turn it off, but my friend he approached from the other side of the bed with a 'Let me see' and held the screen so that I wouldn't close it. I couldn't believe what was happening in that room. My friend Ivana, whom I had dedicated more than one pair of blowjobs to since I knew her, was sitting on my bed next to me watching a video where a girl was being anal penetrated by a boy of her age, while she was giving oral sex to another boy, a bit older than both of them, in what seemed to be a bathroom at a bar in Prague. 'Were you watching this porn?' She stared fixedly at the screen, nodding from laughter to impression and then to the flush caused by this unexpected plot twist. My friend looked at me with an expression of 'Tell me'. - What do you want me to say? - I replied smiling. I explained that Eastern European perversion went much further than the typical plastic porn in the US and that the situation presented in the video was very good. She had turned back to look at the screen and suddenly laughed, saying she had never found Czechs so well-endowed as those in the video. 'What about Latin guys?' She asked, looking at me with her eyes. Was she asking if Latinos were well-endowed? I replied that I only knew some data like averages by country, but there was everything in every country. 'And what about Chilean guys?' Ivana asked. - We have our man charm. - That response from Ivana didn't expect it, and the shock put her serious and attentive expression. - Can you show me? - Your debt is going up. - I can afford it. These last words made us explode in laughter, and my blood was flowing faster as she reclined relaxed on the bed. - I'm waiting for it. Show me. The sound of the video continued, and I didn't know if we had gotten lost in translation from our native languages, but I understood that she wanted to see my size. Or at least imagine it. I had to decide, just like in the first pubescent experiences in That you didn't know if your friend really wanted you to take it out and see it or was just joking with you. My heat got the better of me. I had nothing to lose. I was on top. “This is what I have, Ivana,” I thought, and without more, I stood in front of her, unzipping my stretched-out athletic pants. I took the string, separating it from my skin enough to give space to the part of me that was about to emerge. I stopped to see her expression of nervousness, anxiety, and desire before doing so. She looked at me with a dare.- Don't you dare?- Yes, I do. And without more, I lowered my pants, leaving Ivana to see this piece of flesh and wet skin that pulsed in that moment in front of her eyes, eager to burst towards her mouth. I knew it was time to act and took advantage of what she had asked me minutes earlier:- I think I know how you can pay me back.- I told her looking at her.- I think I know too. And without more, she came closer like a cat on the bed, looked at me, lowered her head and gaze, took my cock with great care in her soft hand and moved it smoothly. Suddenly I felt that not only her hand was caressing me. I felt a moist and thin skin on the tip that was stroking a soft and slow area. Little by little I felt her lips advancing along my trunk and I felt like I was in a dream that couldn't be expressed with the moans I wanted, but my interrupted breathing and gasps of air gave my compliant friend an idea of how much I liked paying her debt. I didn't notice when Ivana stopped the video, accelerated and deepened her movements, only feeling that if this kept up, I would come at any moment. I caressed her hair and she let out a sigh. What I felt on the skin and ear was delicious. Every time my hand pulled her hair a little tighter, she expressed a pleasure similar to what I was receiving. It seemed like Ivana really felt in debt with me. Moving my body back and taking her soft hair, I kissed her. Her open mouth and Soaked, entering and blowing air, her eyes fixed on me behind those thick lenses. I couldn't help but be tempted to try a little of those lips. When she saw my mouth approaching, she narrowed her eyes until our breathing crashed. Her sweet aroma mixed with my salty taste was my downfall. I felt like the flame was turning into a fire inside me and my skin knew how to express it. Without hesitation, I placed my open hand on that ass I had known just minutes before and in my ear the first moan of Ivan generated an echo towards my belly. As our breathing turned into gasps, our hands, hair, and saliva found themselves in a mad scramble of grabs, bites, kisses that ran along her body and mine.
The clumsiness made me want to take off her pants without untying her belt, which she corrected masterfully, moving away from me towards the door. This couldn't be happening. Don't go Ivana I thought at the same time as she secured the entrance lock, took out her sweater, her pants and walked back towards me.
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