Cuando un chico beta tiene un Señor Alfa como Padre

He had promised himself not to date his son's girlfriends again. Not after Agustín discovered him with the last one and fell into that strong depression. Miguel had dated almost all of them since he was 15. He didn't know how these things happened, if it was something that had a rational explanation or if everything was just simple chance. The thing is that first he dated the blonde Jewish girl with the bohemian face, whom he had to deflower. The blonde learned quickly and obviously got bored with Agustín, who wasn't prepared for anything more than a few kisses. He also dated the brunette they met in the summer. Already on the beach, they had crossed a few glances that left little room for doubt, and when returning to Alce Viejo, during one of the girl's visits to her house, he simply gave in. He was dating her for months, almost every afternoon, while his son studied at secondary school. A return visit didn't come his way and he took charge, but she entered a crisis, he was afraid of going to jail and they stopped seeing each other. With a full wallet of money, Miguel convinced her to disappear. The girl smiled and disappeared, and he wondered if it hadn't been all just a setup. Far from getting angry, he understood that life had taught him a lesson. There he discovered that money was what seduced them. His son brought them to him, but he was stupid and useless, didn't represent competition; and he only had to show that he had the wallet. So he dated the next three girlfriends of Agustín's. His son would get engaged at the dance, at the club, wherever. Later or sooner, they would bring them home (when Miguel got excited, he started insisting on his son inviting his girlfriends over, even if they had gone out three times) and there the girls would give themselves away in front of certain and determined displays of money. Miguel knew he had to have a spectacular car, a latest-generation cell phone, expensive shoes and jacket. The rest didn't matter. When flaunting that's it, his son's girlfriends always ended up kissing his bed and asking for more cock. Because he was better at it than that other idiot. Only that one day the other idiot arrived earlier and caught him. That's when he promised not to do it again. And he kept it until Dayana appeared. Well, Dayana was the next girlfriend of his son, so he didn't keep his promise for very long. With Dayana things were different from the start. And for several reasons. First, the girl was a delight. She was in a whole different category of woman, definitely not in her son's category and Miguel doubted she was even in his own. Dayana was a girl who could perfectly be a model or on TV. Not only did she have a perfect body, but she was also very very beautiful, and unlike the other girlfriends of the idiot, you could tell there was a minimum of roughness and education. The other difference was that his son no longer went to high school in the afternoons, which was the time when Miguel would take his girlfriends. Now he worked at his business (Miguel's office furniture and equipment sales), not believe Agustín didn't make an effort to delay introducing Dayana to his father. As much as Miguel insisted that he bring his girlfriend, he always found a good excuse not to do so, it was that much fear. Until one day Dayana appeared at the business because she was walking around. Miguel, of course, was in the store. Agustín darkened, swallowed saliva and had no other choice but to make the introductions. Miguel devoured her with his gaze and Dayana returned the flattery with sparkling eyes. She looked him up and down, taking in the business from head to toe, and nodded towards the old man's cell phone when he took it out - on purpose - to search for something unimportant on the internet. Miguel read it immediately, and although he had promised not to take any more of his son's girlfriends, he knew that mouth of a slut and that perfect Booty embedded in an extremely tight jean They would fill themselves with cock and cum daily, and not necessarily their son's; it was said that if Agustín kept going with that girl, he'd be the king of cuckolds, and if there was no remedy for him being a poor and unhappy cuck, then it wasn't so bad if he did take her; after all, it was better that he did it than someone else. He wouldn't hurt his son or want to steal his girlfriend. Just screw her. So he convinced himself and the following week, when Agustín brought Dayana over for dinner at home, Miguel knew he'd turn his son into the greatest cuck of the world because that beauty, that exquisite girl with a good-natured demeanor, was the devil in every gesture, every look, especially since on that night she understood very clearly that as long as Miguel lived, whoever controlled the money would be him, and Agustín was just an employee. Dayana knew - he made sure she did - that Agustín didn't even have access to the cash register and that from that week on he'd work less, only in the mornings, so he could have his afternoons free and enjoy life and money more, because when we die we don't take anything with us. Jajaja, Dayana's laughs, fake; Agustín's, worried. The first thing Miguel did at that dinner, as soon as Dayana walked in the door, was to give her a lavish bouquet of flowers and gallantly take off her coat. Agustín furrowed his brow, fearful of his father's attitude, but Dayana received it as a gesture of chivalry and old-fashioned manners, giving him a smile, a thank you and a loud kiss on the cheek. When Miguel went to put away her coat, from behind, he brushed against her Booty with his forearm in a minimal, casual, silly... Perverse move. —Agustín, go see how much meat is left on that... —No, pa, I want to show Daya around the house... —Go see that, don't contradict me and serve some purpose! Agustín stayed put. Not because he was surprised by the treatment, as he was already used to it, but because it seemed to him that his father was planning something. He hesitated a bit, doubted. --Come on, love--invited Dayana.--Let your dad show you... Miguel took Dayana by the waist and led her away from the living room. The booty inside the jeans was a monument to perfection. Miguel had to make titanic efforts not to lower his hand and touch it. He didn't want to pass, this girl seemed more awake and worldly than the other ones brought by his useless son. He decided not to advance on the booty but neither did he remove his hand from her waist. That way he showed her the living room and then quickly the bathrooms and the backyard. Miguel noticed that the girl didn't bother with the permanent contact of his hand, so he relaxed and, unintentionally, his hard-on started to stand up. He took her upstairs where the bedrooms were. He knew that if the girl still doubted, the two-story house would convince her. The bedrooms were large and his had an enormous jacuzzi, which Dayana celebrated with party eyes. --What a great jacuzzi, Miguel! It must be spectacular bathing in it... --It's spectacular, my love! One of the most pleasant sensations you can experience... --I'm sure! --With sex, of course--Miguel wiggled an eye, seeking complicity. Dayana smiled and hit his chest, reprimanding him and celebrating the humor at the same time. --And even better to enjoy a pleasure mixed with the other... Miguel had his cock overflowing his pants by that point. He laughed, touched her casually a bit more, and they both studied each other's limits. --Does Agustín's room also have a jacuzzi? The old man delighted in the almost explicit interest of the girl. Dayana was a climber, but she lacked street smarts, and her material interest was evident. Miguel took pride in knowing this beforehand. --No, no... Agustín's room is very small... Not even a bathtub could fit in it... --How?--Come see. It's downstairs, in the backyard, at the back of everything. When they passed by again, the dining room to leave Agustín crossed them. —It's almost time for the meat, pa. Can I go with...? —Put the table, don't bother. We have to take good care of your girlfriend… Agustín stayed hard and only looked at how his father was taking away his girlfriend from her waist. The little room in the back was a small brick cottage with gray shell, without whitewash. It was very small and poorly lit, had a shower and a bed for one person, with an old kerosene stove. Dayana was surprised. —Does... does Agustín live here...? —He sleeps. He only sleeps. He lives in the house, but to sleep and to... well... take his girlfriends, he always had this... This is what he could earn... —How did you earn it? —I don't want my kids to be freeloaders, so they earn their money like anyone else... —Ah... That's good... So they learn to fight for it and get it like everyone else... Like his father... —Dayana leaned her hand on the old man's arm—. You really knew how to do things well... Look at everything you achieved... He has a business, an enormous house, a BMW... When Dayana mentioned the BMW, Miguel knew he was going to get her, and soon. He took advantage of the fact that she was pressed between the bed and the dresser to pass by with a silly excuse. The proximity, the pressing of the bodies, better said, gave him the perfect excuse to cross the line with impunity. —May I...? I want to show you something... —and passed between Dayana and the dresser, taking her by the waist, half to hold on, half to make room and pass; and took advantage of it, deliberately lowering his hand a little and touching the upper part of his wife's Booty; God, what exquisite. What curves and firmness. Nothing more than feeling her perfume and touching her just below the waist, the old man got hard again. On the other side, on the little table with light over there, there was a metal statue that Miguel took. When he returned to Dayana, she was looking at something in the dresser from behind. She was playing at turning around deliberately, to show herself from behind, but above all waiting for the old man's return. Miguel took advantage of it... as he passed through that narrow space again, he took her by the waist once more, but this time with that fabulous ass towards him. With one of his hands resting under her waist, on the girl's buttocks, he ran his hard cock along the entire Booty, with a questionable pretense. She -he couldn't be sure, but he thought so-somehow pushed out her Booty to make the pressure stronger. At that moment, Agustín entered, just as Miguel was pulling away from his girlfriend. The food is ready and the table is set. Are you coming? Agustín asked. Why don't you tell him about the prize you won? he added. Did you win a prize, my love? she asked. S... yes... regional sales... -and pointed to the small trophy her father held in his hand with his eyes. The father cleared his throat and added: Well, it was actually second place... Papá! What? You're not going to sustain a relationship based on lies with this precious one, aren't you, son? Agustín, don't lie to me, eh! I can't stand deceptions! They were already in the patio, returning home. Yes, yes... I came second... It doesn't matter, let's eat... And who came first? I did, my love... -Miguel concludes, taking his wife by the waist again-. This good-for-nothing can't do anything better than me... Nothing, nothing? Nothing. At dinner, the conversation revolved around several topics, but mostly about Dayana and Miguel. Agustín felt isolated, diminished. Ignored no, because every two or three times they sent him to get something from the kitchen. Miguel noticed that Dayana kept bringing up the topic of money in a recurring manner, although never directly. How well did Miguel know these girls! Dayana wanted to know, or rather learn more, about that matter regarding Agustín's lack of benefits from his father's good position. The store is mine, I made it myself -explained Miguel, taking a sip of red wine-. And I worked my whole life, so the money is also mine... Yes, I understand... -Dayana was sitting in front of her father-in-law, her eyes wide open and her elbows resting on the table, holding her head and smile with hers- Hands entwined— It seems fair to me... —That's how they learn and I indulge in my tastes... When he said 'I indulge in my tastes', Miguel looked at the girl deliberately into her eyes. Dayana caught the gesture and stretched the corner of her lips a millimeter, in a smile of embarrassment. —But don't think I do it out of miserliness, huh? I'm not miserable. I spend a lot. I spend on myself, on people I like, on whatever I feel like, do you understand? —Cre... I think so... —For example... Let's say you make me look good... that you make me look good... You seem like a nice girl, you're very pretty... —Thanks, Miguel... —She gave him puppy eyes. —So let's say there's good vibes between us, we get along, we become friends... I'm capable of giving you gifts just because, do you understand? Or lending you money... —Dad, we're having dinner, Dayana doesn't want you to talk about that... Dayana turned and glared at him. —Shut up Agustín, and let your dad speak! —Do you see when he said this is a waste of time, Day? —You're a waste of time, Agustín! —She yelled at her now more harshly. She immediately relaxed her shoulders, turned towards the old man, and smiled sweetly—. What kind of gifts, Miguel...? —A perfume... a bracelet... expensive shoes, boots... —Oh, what lovely gifts! —Dayana got excited, playing with her index finger on the neckline of her sweater. When they finished dinner, the sentence became so obvious that Agustín was already getting up before he heard it. —Clear the table, serve for something! Agustín grabbed a plate, two, three... A glass, two, three... He wanted to do it quickly, clear everything in as few trips as possible to the kitchen, because he didn't want to leave his father and girlfriend alone for too long. He saw Dayana getting up, and despite her sweater not being very low-cut, a good part of her bra was visible. It all happened so quickly that he got desperate, was nervous, very clumsy, gathering things... And the last wine glass slipped out of his fingers... and the wine went straight to his girlfriend's lap. —Ayyy! —Dayana shouted and jumped back when the Vine and soaked his jeans. Miguel crucified his son with a look. All his effort to make the night perfect was going down the drain. —You stupid shit, look what you're doing to your girlfriend! —It was an accident, Dad! Dayana also seemed very angry. That must have been her best pantaloon. —You idiot, you ruined my only good jeans that I had! —she shouted, and threw a pepper at him, which was the first thing she found on the table. —Forgive me, my love, it was an accident! Miguel rushed towards his son with his hand up. —You're always the same useless one, you! Always the same useless one! And he hit him twice on the head, which Agustín barely blocked, hiding it between his arms. —Don't hit me, Dad! It was an accident! —Look what you did to the girl! I'll deduct money from this month's paycheck so you can buy her the best jeans at the most expensive shopping mall! And only then Miguel went towards his daughter-in-law, who remained standing, stretched out, and looking at the endless stain on her pantaloon. Miguel knelt down in front of her and took hold of her legs. He lifted his face and looked at his daughter-in-law's eyes. —Look how this useless one left you... Dayana smiled, unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. She turned around on her feet, leaving her back to her father-in-law, the perfect Booty and about to explode on the old man's face. She arched a bit and started to maneuver to take off her pantaloon. Agustín approached, trembling, and breathed to say something. He didn't get to say anything. —You stupid shit, clean up all the mess you made and finish lifting the table! The useless one obeyed and Dayana put her fingers on each side of her hip and started to lower her pantaloon, slowly, pulling it down a little from one side, a little from the other. The fabulous Booty, the round Booty, perfect, voluminous of that fantastic girl began to appear before Miguel's eyes. His cock grew bigger as he listened to his son in the kitchen. The jeans continued to lower slowly, Dayana had to take out even more... Booty, now that everything was very tight. Almost I could touch that ass with his lips, but he was a respectful man: his son was now lifting the table two meters away from them. When the jean left Booty exposed, it revealed a red and tiny thong, embedded and lost between the buttocks, which had just returned voluminous to the pussy. —I knew... —Miguel murmured. —What, old man? —Nothing, my love... —Miguel helped to lower the jean with a blow once it had passed the round Booty, the rest was only pulling down. Dayana lifted one foot, then the other, and the jean ended up on the floor, leaving her son's girlfriend semi-naked at his mercy. She stood up trembling, hadn't seen a body as tremendous as that in years, and to get up she deliberately took hold of the buttocks, of both cheeks of that incredible Booty. —Sorry... —she apologized, but it took too long to remove the handling. An eternity. —It's okay... —She smiled—. We're like family. —Now I'll ask that good-for-nothing to wash him off, although I don't think the wine will come out... —I'll ask you, Miguel. The old man stayed. —Agustín, come here! —she imperatively shouted. Agustín arrived from a sprint, with wet hands and an oiled shirt from the kitchen. —Take it, good-for-nothing, I served for something and go wash my pants! And try not to ruin them again! Agustín saw his girlfriend almost naked from the waist down. She was beautiful, but with her father nearby he couldn't be contemplative. —My love, put on...! —And go! Agustín took the pants and went to the laundry room. Miguel and Dayana were left alone. —Don't worry about that jean. I'll deduct all your salary from this month's paycheck and give it to you so you can buy a bunch of clothes. —¡All the salary!!!? —she got excited. —All, all. —Oh, Miguel, thank you! You're a gentleman! And she went and hung herself around his neck, lifted herself up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, too close to the lips. Agustín was seriously useless. When he arrived at... laundry found itself with a serious problem, impossible to resolve: should it wash the jeans with common soap or washing machine soap? Because even though I was going to do it by hand, it was clothes. It was certainly much more uncomfortable to wash by hand with powder soap, but that's why the soap for washing clothes in the washing machine was powdered. He knew they were going to yell at him, but he went to ask his father. It was better to get yelled at a little now than to get hit if he used the wrong soap. He returned to the living room, almost out of breath. Dad! Dayana! His girlfriend was settled along the couch, on the armrest and backrest of the sofa. She had one leg bent and the other on the floor, wearing a shirt and underwear down below, with her pants unzipped for the side. Behind her, his father was penetrating her lasciviously, pumping without stopping, with his pants and boxers up to his knees. Agustín, don't get angry! His father pumped a couple more times and stopped, remaining quiet with his cock inside Dayana. He still had his hands on her buttocks. You're screwing my girlfriend, Dad! You said... you promised... Me prometiste... I said... I said... I know, I know... But I swear this is the last time... Dayana, you... You... And well, that happens when you throw wine on my clothes... When I took off my jeans, one thing led to another... Yes, one thing led to another, son... But if I left them alone for less than a minute! With subtlety, Miguel slightly opened the fabulous booty of his daughter-in-law, smoothly, and moved as if to give his face to his son. Only that in the movement he buried his cock a little deeper. I promise this is the last time, son, seriously! And very slowly. Miguel resumed pumping. He buried his cock and noticed how Dayana imperceptibly lifted her tiny ass so that it would go deeper inside. The cock was slow but uninterrupted until the end. Ahhhh...! Dayana moaned. Dad! It's the last time, Agustín! I swear to you! And he buried more. Miguel squeezed and pressed towards the inside of the two buttocks of Dayana while pulling out the cock. The red thong was running towards Augustin's side, who was looking at everything with wide-eyed and trembling chin. The underwear was tangled in one of his fingers. Miguel started to bury the cock again. It was thick and very rough, and Augustin almost could hear the sound of skin entering his girlfriend. —My love! —he claimed—. Say something! —What a piece of cock your dad has...! Ahhhhhh...! Augustin would have preferred Dayana not say anything. Miguel went to pull it out again, and before the head came out, he buried it again. Harder. —Ahhhhhhhhhh...!!! —Dad, you're going to hurt her! —Shut up, cuck, and go wash my jeans! —Dayana opened her eyes and looked ugly at her boyfriend. But then she turned back to make sure there was more cock—. Go on, Miguel... Go on... —Dayana! Miguel separated the Booty's gajos again and buried the cock. —Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...!!! Grandpa, please...!!! Ufffgh...! —Please stop fucking her, Dad! I beg of you! —What I want most is to screw your girlfriend until she has no more eggs, Augustin! And then the cock went all the way in again. —I promised...! You promised me that never again...! —I know, son, I know... And I swear this is the last time...! Dayana narrowed her eyes when the old man drilled her again until he hit bottom. Miguel was rubbing her ass and waist, and looking at her with a wolfish lasciviousness. —Stop fucking me! But his father couldn't make him listen. —It's just this once! It's really the last time! Already Dayana was nodding forward and backward with the old man's pumping. Her hair was agitated and turned towards her face, obscuring it and making her more of a slut. She arched her back to let him go deeper, and in the arching her breasts inside the sweater grew until they drew out her nipples. —Please...! —Seriously, Augustin... Ahhhh... seriously... it's really the last time... Uhhhhh... the last time you're going to fuck a girlfriend... fffggghhh... Augustin went forward to where his girlfriend's head was... she was shaking herself with each slap. —Dayana, is it because of the jean? Are you doing this to avenge the jean? —Haha! No, horn... —Dayana took hold of the armrest of the sofa and lifted herself up a bit, climbing onto the lapels of her boyfriend's shirt to better support herself from all the shaking—. My dad already told me that I'm going to get everything... ah... your salary for this month so that I... God... can buy whatever clothes I want... —What? But... but... a jean costs 300 pesos and my salary is 1,800!! —Agustín, don't be miserly! —Miguel intervened, now holding Dayana by the waist, as if to keep her from going forward with each thrust—. This is the least you should do for this precious one! —But why are you having sex then...? Dayana didn't stop shaking and agitating herself. She grabbed her boyfriend better and rested her head on him, almost on his face—. I don't know... he told me he'd give me your salary... Ahhhh... and I couldn't avoid it... —Are you letting yourself be had for 1,800 pesos? Just then Dayana opened her eyes wide and looked at her boyfriend. —Oh, Agustín, you should learn from your dad that you shouldn't focus on money! —And received another slap from her father-in-law—: Ahhhhhh...! —Because those 1,800 pesos are mine! Dayana ignored him completely. She brought her face back and smiled at Miguel. A quick exchange of glances and she got off his cock. Miguel leaned back on the sofa, and Dayana went to mount him from above, like the slut that was turning out to be. Agustín felt hurt by all the movement, but couldn't help but appreciate his girlfriend's perfect curves. What Booty and what waist she had, Holy Virgin! —I never thought you could be like this, Dayana... —No, my love... —Dayana settled on top of the old man, one leg on each side, over the groin—. I'm not like that... I swear it's the last time I'll make you cuck... —She dug down until she found the cock and took it firmly by the base—. It was a moment of weakness, nothing more... —They all say the same thing... —No, I swear! I'm not like that —And then she started screwing Miguel's cock again—. Ahhhhhhh...! This is the last time, my love! Ahhhhhhh...! —Jurameló… Dayana began to ride Miguel in front of his stunned boyfriend. With each movement, she went all the way to the bottom. —I swear to you, my love, I swear... Ahhhh... Yesii... Síii, Miguel, síii... —The friction was audible throughout the living room and mortified poor Agustín. Suddenly Dayana stopped—. Oh no, don't you make me take off my thong a little to the side, my love? It's getting tangled with your dad's cock. The cuck was like an automaton and ran his pants up so they could screw his girlfriend better. —Please... I won't be able to take it... And again riding on that cock. —This is the last time you'll make me cuck, my love... You trust me... —Dayana said while swallowing her father-in-law's entire mast—. Trust me... ahh... —¡In me too, son! —Miguel jumped up very happily, as if he were greeting someone—. I also am the last time you'll fuck your girlfriend... Miguel had Dayana by the waist and moved his pelvis upwards to deepen each penetration even more. He felt that exquisite pussy engulfing his cock with warmth and moisture, and at the useless and foolish cuck of his son over there giving a pathetic pity party like a pitiful cuck. He realized he couldn't take it anymore. —¡In you I don't trust, old degenerate! —Agustín, don't be like that! Respect him, he's your father! Dayana kept riding cock. —¡I don't trust! ¡He's an old son of a slut who screwed all my other girlfriends! —¡Ahhhhhh...! —Dayana! —What did you do to me, my love? —Dayana rose up on the cock, emptying it for an instant. —He screwed all my girlfriends one by one... —¡Ahhhhhh...! ¡Síiiiiiiiiii...! And then went back up. —¿And what did he do to you, my love...? What exactly did he do to you? —He took them one by one... —¡¡Ahhhhhh...! And screwing again. —Yes... yes... yes... yes... síiii... Keep telling me, keep... ¡Ahhhhh...! Miguel helped: with each jerk of the little girl, he lifted his pelvis and buried himself until the throat. —He made me cuck... with all... —Siii... siiii... keep going... Seguiiiihhh... What did he do to you? —He made me cuck! —Siiii ahhhhh...!!! What did he do to you? —He made me cuck, my love... Don't you hear me...? —Cuck! Yes, he made me cuck!!! AHHHHHH...!!! Cuck, siii... cuck... cuck... cuck... Cornudooohhh...! —Yes, I already told you! —AHHHHHHHHHHHHH....!!! Cornudooohhhh...! Miguel encouraged: —And it was going inside! —Noooo not by Diossss...! I'm done, cornudoooohhh! I'm done, ahhhh...! Dayana didn't hold onto Miguel. He was an animal in heat that pistoned over the old man's cock at a fierce speed and wild rhythm. He would drive his cock in and out of her one and a million times, bobbing up and down, finishing, panting with his hair invading his face, driving her orgasm with his nails into her victimizer —You were filling me up with cum, cornudooohhh! —S... yes... I was filling up... with cum... Dayana came with her eyes closed, enjoying the roughness of that cock inside her. She was finishing just when she started to feel the spasms in her father-in-law's cock. —Is it coming, Miguel? Is it coming? —Yes, slut, siiiihh...! —Dad, don't call my girlfriend a slut! Miguel raised his hands and touched Dayana's nipples under her sweater. He wanted to cum all over those spectacular tits. But it was going to get complicated. Without stopping penetration, he put her on her back over the headrest, following each other face-to-face, and made her wrap her legs around him. He drove it in literally until her balls. —Ay, Miguel...! —Ahhhhh...! slut... you feel so good...! You're a delight...! —Dad, what are you going to do...? —It's coming, my love... Don't you realize? —No! —Agustín watched as his father's thick cock perforated his girlfriend's well-tight pussy. And he was scandalized—. You're screwing without a condom, don't finish inside her! —I already told you that... uffhh... it's the last time... Agustín... Ahhhhh... —I know, but I'm telling you not to finish inside her, please... —No... it's the last time you'll fuck me... It's the last, Agustín... —¡¡Ya sé que es The last one, but it ended up outside, dad!! —Síiii… ahhh… afue… afue… ahhhhhhh… Miguel was moving faster and faster and thrusting deeper inside her, and Dayana was hugging him with her legs and arms, taking him in and kissing his neck. It was hard, impossible to resist. And she came undone. —Outside, dadaaa!! Deep inside. —¡Ahhhhhhhhhhh…!! ¡Putitaaaaaahhh…!!! —¡¡Outsideraaaa, son of putaaaa!! —¡¡¡Ahoooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh... for Diosss...!!!!! The first ejaculation hit Dayana from the inside like a spark. She felt the warmth welling up inside her as her lover twisted in pleasure and her cuck grasped his head. —My love, noooo!!! —Take it, slut! Take the milkahhhh…! She pumped him and didn't stop pumping him while still pouring out cum inside, taking him by the ass and impaling him well, like to leave him with every last drop of pleasure. —You've finished everything inside! You're a son of a slut, dad! —No... No, son... uhhhh... I swear it's the last time... —And to her—: You left me dry, baby... —And you, Dayana... how did you let yourself get...? Agustín was sniffling when his father turned towards Dayana to whisper something. —What a good Booty you have... what good boobs and cock-sucking face you have, baby... And she, made a bell. —Ay, Miguel, the things he says! Agustín saw his father puff out air from all the joy he'd had; he saw him reposition his girlfriend like a doll, just to admire her Booty, that perfect ass that was supposed to be only his; he saw him lean forward and kiss one of his girlfriend's buttocks to finally withdraw his big cock, softened by coming. The flop! as he pulled out the cock was followed by some giggles and his sobbing. Only then did the other two get more serious. Dayana wasn't for weaknesses: —Useless, what are you still doing here?! Go wash that jean before the wine you spilled doesn't come out anymore! Dayana began to clean up the old man's groin from the last cum left. Acariciaba the head. —They stuck their horns in me... that's bad... it's very bad... —Agustín complained between sobs. —I already told you it's the last time, what else do you want me to say? You'll never be satisfied with anything...! —Dayana got up and went upstairs, struggling to put on her red skirt. She was very tangled—. And besides, you ruined my good pants... Agustín turned without looking away from the wooden floor. He picked up his soul, his body, all his humanity, and went to the laundry without caring what soap to use.

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Now Dayana left the room remembering her first encounter with Miguel. God, how she had caught him in these last two years. If only cuck knew what followed that supposed one-night stand... Although she suspected that, deep down, cuck knew, but was too afraid to admit it to himself. Agustín was in the kitchen, with a Coca Booty and half-eaten sandwich. —My love, you look radiant today! —And you're getting fat like a pig! Stop eating sandwiches! Agustín approached her, drooling and smelling of mortadella. —And good, silly! If I came to make us do some exercise! Dayana pushed his face away with disgust and got rid of him. —First wash your teeth, take a bath, and clean up this mess you made. I'm going out to buy something for tonight, since your dad gave me money... —But, life, I want it now, not tonight... If you know that what my old man makes me work, by the time I get home at night I'm always shot and fall asleep in five minutes... —And good, make yourself a drink, my love... That's all you do in the room lately... —Don't be mean, Day... Besides, with what money are you going to buy if I don't have a peso? I won't get paid until Friday... —Your dad gave me some cash today. —Or again? Dayana took out some bills and put them away, took the street keys and left the kitchen. Agustín followed her. —Yes, he gave it to me again. He always gives it to me whenever he can... —I don't like him giving it to you. You're my man. —Already I know, my love... You are my man... —said Dayana, opening the door. She came out moving her hips sensually to face the day and a city full of men. And added, already losing herself and not waiting for an answer— ...but he's the one who gives it to me... FIN