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My obligation with the young black man
The next day I had this feeling of my legs being tired, it's been a long time since they touched like that last time. Even I was in better humor and prepared something special for my husband, who doesn't notice and went to work as usual.
After having gone several days and having a better relationship or communication with Marco, I finally decided to go happier, taking advantage of the fact that I had an appointment to settle some papers and got dressed a bit more neatly.
That day, despite my excessive nerves, I was provoking Marco, I would bend down, touch him discreetly, I was very hot. He would look at me, I knew it, but he wouldn't take the next step and constantly left the room to try to relax.
Later, I prepared dinner in his house with some things I had brought and took out a steak and juice for him to eat. We were talking and slowly the conversation turned into other topics, I don't know how it happened but we started talking about how he was lucky that it didn't affect his back and I asked if he didn't have problems having an erection.
- If I have a small discomfort, it must be because of my legs, I feel like something weird but if I can haha
- Less bad would be a shame if you couldn't
- If so
- But what do you feel?
- Well, it's like some urges to move my legs in the thighs
- Haha, well that's normal when you're hot haha
- If so, I think haha
- Then have you already masturbated?
At that moment, I turned red and felt a heat run through my body, I didn't know where it came from and tried to justify myself but he responded immediately
- If something like that happens, then good because I left dirty sheets and well, as you'll see, I couldn't change them haha
- Don't tell me! Leave it clean, your parents might see it
We stopped, both of us were upset. I got up slowly and he stood up as he could and gave me the dirty sheet, I took it normally, as much as I could, and left the room.
In the laundry room, I stopped and could see the semen he had thrown, most of the blue sheet was painted white and it was still wet. I was so bad that I only approached to smell it and its smell penetrated my nose like an elixir or potion and made me hot and I just stuck out my tongue to lick it although it was more excitement than taste.
When I get back to the room. - Oh, it was quite dirty. - Excuse me, ma'am, that must be very uncomfortable for you, I'm very sorry. - Don't worry, it's the most interesting thing that has happened to me today. When it happens again, let me know -- I saw your strange face. - I mean when you've soiled something. - Yes, yes, I understood, it would be rare for me to say I want... - To masturbate? Well, maybe ... I don't know ... Maybe it's time for me to leave. We looked at each other and... - I want to masturbate. Her voice broke and was soft but enough for me to hear it and I already approached her very hot and started touching her on the bed sheet. I felt his hardness growing, prominent, filling my hand every time and rising above the sheet until he took it off and under a little of his pajamas and boxers and I could see that piece of disproportionate flesh to what I knew. I took it, she was trembling, I felt the warmth and firmness in my hand and my first reaction was to squeeze it to feel it so hard, then I realized I couldn't wrap my hand around it and my legs were weakening and my pussy started to get wet, my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't breathe all this while holding her.
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Maybe it may seem exaggerated to many or most but I had never had an experience like this and in my life I was always the typical well-behaved and faithful housewife to her husband and home. Even with my boyfriends, I only went as far as oral sex but never anything unusual, even with my husband I only swallowed his semen a couple of times and nothing more besides his member not comparing to thisGet ready for a hot night with me
I took it with my other hand and started devouring her in truth, my anxiety was so great that I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I was just holding her, licking her, my hands rose and fell, my fingers wandered over her glans, and then my mouth tried to encircle it while licking and my hands continued up and down. I heard moans and as her hip tried to push towards my mouth but it was in vain because I couldn't take it all in. I looked at him but he was lost twisting around while I kept trying to finish her, I don't know what happened but it was something considerable because my mouth had gotten tired and my jaw was starting to feel a bit numb, never having felt that sensation before, my arms were also starting to feel exhausted and I felt her big cock start to pulse and that was the signal for me to prepare myself and with my last forces I kept masturbating him and great bursts of cum flooded my mouth, swallowing some with pleasure but the rest trickled out of my mouth.
I finished receiving everything and savored it, still taking a few minutes to clean up that pole in repose and only getting up to fix myself, clean myself, and then I left.
The whole night I was thinking about what I did and had a surplus of consciousness but a great pleasure, I felt full, I felt like a woman, I felt like a slut. ------- Remember that you want the continuation leave a comment!
My obligation with the young black man
The next day I had this feeling of my legs being tired, it's been a long time since they touched like that last time. Even I was in better humor and prepared something special for my husband, who doesn't notice and went to work as usual.
After having gone several days and having a better relationship or communication with Marco, I finally decided to go happier, taking advantage of the fact that I had an appointment to settle some papers and got dressed a bit more neatly.
That day, despite my excessive nerves, I was provoking Marco, I would bend down, touch him discreetly, I was very hot. He would look at me, I knew it, but he wouldn't take the next step and constantly left the room to try to relax.
Later, I prepared dinner in his house with some things I had brought and took out a steak and juice for him to eat. We were talking and slowly the conversation turned into other topics, I don't know how it happened but we started talking about how he was lucky that it didn't affect his back and I asked if he didn't have problems having an erection.
- If I have a small discomfort, it must be because of my legs, I feel like something weird but if I can haha
- Less bad would be a shame if you couldn't
- If so
- But what do you feel?
- Well, it's like some urges to move my legs in the thighs
- Haha, well that's normal when you're hot haha
- If so, I think haha
- Then have you already masturbated?
At that moment, I turned red and felt a heat run through my body, I didn't know where it came from and tried to justify myself but he responded immediately
- If something like that happens, then good because I left dirty sheets and well, as you'll see, I couldn't change them haha
- Don't tell me! Leave it clean, your parents might see it
We stopped, both of us were upset. I got up slowly and he stood up as he could and gave me the dirty sheet, I took it normally, as much as I could, and left the room.
In the laundry room, I stopped and could see the semen he had thrown, most of the blue sheet was painted white and it was still wet. I was so bad that I only approached to smell it and its smell penetrated my nose like an elixir or potion and made me hot and I just stuck out my tongue to lick it although it was more excitement than taste.
When I get back to the room. - Oh, it was quite dirty. - Excuse me, ma'am, that must be very uncomfortable for you, I'm very sorry. - Don't worry, it's the most interesting thing that has happened to me today. When it happens again, let me know -- I saw your strange face. - I mean when you've soiled something. - Yes, yes, I understood, it would be rare for me to say I want... - To masturbate? Well, maybe ... I don't know ... Maybe it's time for me to leave. We looked at each other and... - I want to masturbate. Her voice broke and was soft but enough for me to hear it and I already approached her very hot and started touching her on the bed sheet. I felt his hardness growing, prominent, filling my hand every time and rising above the sheet until he took it off and under a little of his pajamas and boxers and I could see that piece of disproportionate flesh to what I knew. I took it, she was trembling, I felt the warmth and firmness in my hand and my first reaction was to squeeze it to feel it so hard, then I realized I couldn't wrap my hand around it and my legs were weakening and my pussy started to get wet, my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't breathe all this while holding her.
Reference image
Maybe it may seem exaggerated to many or most but I had never had an experience like this and in my life I was always the typical well-behaved and faithful housewife to her husband and home. Even with my boyfriends, I only went as far as oral sex but never anything unusual, even with my husband I only swallowed his semen a couple of times and nothing more besides his member not comparing to thisGet ready for a hot night with me
I took it with my other hand and started devouring her in truth, my anxiety was so great that I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I was just holding her, licking her, my hands rose and fell, my fingers wandered over her glans, and then my mouth tried to encircle it while licking and my hands continued up and down. I heard moans and as her hip tried to push towards my mouth but it was in vain because I couldn't take it all in. I looked at him but he was lost twisting around while I kept trying to finish her, I don't know what happened but it was something considerable because my mouth had gotten tired and my jaw was starting to feel a bit numb, never having felt that sensation before, my arms were also starting to feel exhausted and I felt her big cock start to pulse and that was the signal for me to prepare myself and with my last forces I kept masturbating him and great bursts of cum flooded my mouth, swallowing some with pleasure but the rest trickled out of my mouth.
I finished receiving everything and savored it, still taking a few minutes to clean up that pole in repose and only getting up to fix myself, clean myself, and then I left.
The whole night I was thinking about what I did and had a surplus of consciousness but a great pleasure, I felt full, I felt like a woman, I felt like a slut. ------- Remember that you want the continuation leave a comment!
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