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Next postAfter that brief chat that shouldn't have taken more than 20 minutes, we returned to the department. Brenda's surprise was huge when she opened the door.andMom, what are you wearing?· Brenda, What are you doing here?andI told you I forgot my phone in the bathroom. Why are you dressing like that?· What's wrong with it? It's my day off and I can wear what I want.andYes, mom... but not when we have visitors. – gestured tightly towards the door.
Although I tried to greet normally, the truth is that even I was left speechless: Sarah wore a sports bra and shorts set so tight and revealing that it could have been mistaken for underwear and would have had the same impact on us.And although Sarah looked embarrassed for a brief moment when she saw me, it seemed like she used the attitude she uses at work to get out of the awkward situation.· Brenda, you yourself have said how much it annoys you that we waste water by opening the faucet. Every drop, no matter how small, counts to save the environment. - She quoted her mother textually.andIt's true, mom, but...•I asked the neighbor to come over because he has good intentions. - Sarah continued implacably, not letting her refute. - You know well that I've talked many times with the building concierge and when the handyman comes, I don't like the looks he gives us.andYes, mom, you're right, but...· And besides, you know that my schedule is very busy and I need time for my yoga practice. So, why are you complaining about him coming to fix it?
Brenda was looking at us two with affliction. On the one hand, her submissive nature prevented her from standing up to her mother. On the other hand, she didn't want to expose her mother's revealing clothing. Instead, Sarah seemed slightly more confident, focusing on the repair itself, so I decided to break the silence.- Wait. Do they say it's the faucet of the sink that's dripping?
They nodded.
I was taken to the bathroom, which still had a vaporous atmosphere. It was a small visiting bathroom with a corridor shape, approximately 1x5 meters, where the toilet was located next to the door; the main cabinet, where the sink was, and at the other end, the shower.
My penis, slightly numb, gained consistency when I thought both angelic girls were undressing in those narrow rooms.
Indeed, I opened the key in question and it was clearly dripping. I let out a sigh of annoyance…
- I think I know what's going on. – I said unwillingly. – It's not difficult to fix, but it is annoying. The bad thing is that I haven't seen these spare parts at the hardware store.
Honestly, I confessed that if the system was the same as the one we used in my country, there would be a rubber gasket under the faucet that should have worn out or been moved at best. I told them that where Marisol and I lived, we had to do repairs like this regularly because the calcium present in the water frequently corroded those types of things.
What was worse: they didn't even have a standard size, given the versatility of different plumbing systems, so if I didn't fix it then, it would mean having to travel to the hardware store.
When I asked them if they knew where the master key was, I could have asked in Portuguese and they would have understood just as well. And it's that, without stereotyping, I saw it very difficult for some woman like them to be interested in supervising a fat, lustful guy What was doing the repairs in the departments, without forgetting that Australian culture itself has stopped performing those simple domestic repairs to prioritize work time.
For the same reason, as if I were a bloodhound, I started tracking the wall in search of the mentioned key, which led me to the tank of the toilet. On it, there was a black brief with a white belt around the waist, whose owner hastily went to look for it to take it out of my sight.orWait, wait, wait...-Brenda requested, moving hastily.
While she looked at me ashamed, I smiled compassionately.
-'When have they seen the handyman work? Where has he worked?'
The two pointed down at the sink. I smiled back and got under the cabinet, looking for the master key.· Do you understand, Brenda, why I decided to call him? - I heard Sarah while I was closing the water passage. - He is a true man, who knows well what he should do. He goes straight to the point, resolves the problem and doesn't stop until you're completely satisfied.
If she hadn't said it like a hot slut, Brenda wouldn't have looked at me with the wisdom and abandonment that her mother would throw herself on top of me as soon as she left the building.But, on the other hand, she was also looking at me with understanding and something of envy that it was so...
That's why I didn't find it surprising when she took her phone and left without saying goodbye to either of us. Said and done, just after we heard the door, Sarah threw herself onto my lips.· I was missing you! she said, as I pulled off the cover of the faucet. - Sarah, not now...- I replied, trying to get it off me. ·Come on, Marco!... I barely slept last night, touching myself and thinking of you. – She replied, grabbing my pants. Me turned to her and kissed her, sitting her down on the toilet. - I know! – I confessed laughing. – But if I don't fix this, they won't be able to wash their hands. Give me 15 minutes maximum and I'll be all yours. She made a pout of annoyance and accepted. But despite the training my father gave me for fixing such domestic emergencies, I had never prepared myself for doing so with an exuberant Australian blonde lawyer masturbating seated on the toilet. - It's almost time. – I said as I removed the cursed rubber and saw that, indeed, it was intact, so I put it back in its place.· ...to me too... to me too... - she responded with a luxurious and panting moan.
Rearmed the system and checked that it indeed didn't filter. - Okay! Let me know if it starts leaking again...· If you delay any longer, I would have broken it myself. – she protested, putting her finger in a demonic way. – Now, fix my leak!(So now, fix my leak!)
Her phrase sounded so cheesy that I couldn't help but laugh. But on the other hand, she looked so beautiful, tender, and annoying, with her legs open, that I didn't hesitate to kiss her.
- So you wanted me just for yourself? - I asked, taking her in my arms like newlyweds.
She was surprised that I lifted her up that way, but her eyes were still lost in mine, responding affirmatively with her head and her enormous celestial eyes contemplating me with attention.
I took her to her bedroom, depositing her softly on her bed. Then I started kissing her softly, while she clung to my neck, letting me grope her freely.
- Did you want to know what I do with Marisol at night? – I asked, introducing my fingers through her soaked vagina under her obscenely lascivious yoga pants.
She responded with a ravishing sigh as her precious body tensed up feeling my fingers probing inside her.
- And why are you satisfied with so little? If I can make you feel better for the rest of the day.
Her celestial eyes gazed enchantingly at my benevolent smile, but in reality, she wanted to take me until she was satisfied.
It had been 3 years since I last asked Marisol if she let me do her all day. In fact, I hadn't done it because my lovely wife would leave completely exhausted and sore when I did.
However, it wasn't the same situation with Sarah: she had spent 20 years focused on her enthralling work, with a poor lover who allowed her to give birth to Brenda, so even if 2 hours in the hotel were enough to leave her satisfied for half a month, she couldn't imagine how 8 consecutive hours would be...· Wait! – I shot out trying to contain myself, while I was masturbating her incessantly with my fingers, making her twist her legs. - I thought you'd use your mouth...
I stopped and smiled.
- Those are Saturday mornings! - I replied, kissing her cheeks and losing myself in her pulsating and agitated cleavage. – I wake up early and screw her until my daughters wake up to ask for breakfast.
She contorted entirely, understanding that for me and my wife, sex formed a part as fundamental of the day as a caress.
Or she might have realized that when we got together on Saturdays, I had already satisfied my wife to bursting, much before we met.
Once I inserted my penis into her moist interior, I focused on liberating her imprisoned breasts from their tight prison, savoring her nipples deeply.
- Do you like it? - I asked, after giving her my first thrust.
She replied with a soft, pleasant sigh, still embracing my shoulders.- How long have you been desiring me? -she asked, probing me slowly and deeply inside her.· Ahhh... it's been a long time... haaaa... your wife... aaaggghhh... wouldn't stop talking... haaa... about her... all the time.
I started to increase the pace of my thrusts, like a gallop. Sarah seemed barely able to take it.
- Was it like you imagined?
She let out a slight gasp, as if I were tearing her apart.· Mhmmmm… no… ahhahgh… it's much better… aaaaaah… it's great… mhmmmm… thick… aaaugh… I can feel it all over me…
I increased the pace again. The bed was shaking tempestuously, just like her prominent breasts. Sarah was complaining nonstop, enjoying how each of my thrusts tore her apart inside.
- Do you want my semen?...Do you want me to fill you up from the inside?
Her eyes were closing, feeling every one of my relentless impacts.· Yes... yes... I want it... -she replied, enslaved by pleasure.
-Because I can still get you pregnant. –I said, making her reach a slight orgasm. – Even if you use a condom or take pills, I can still get you pregnant.
She clung to my waist with no intention of letting me go.
-Even... I can give you twins... like it happened with Marisol... the first time we did it that way...
At those moments, I was struggling with myself not to reach orgasm too soon.
Sarah wasn't cooperating, grabbing my buttocks with force, while slowly biting the contours of my shoulders and her imposing breasts were a pulsating and sweaty mass lying between us.· Ahhhghhh... I want... I want... - Could I give you the little brother that Brenda never had? - I said, at the most intense moment. - We kissed passionately and let it flow, clinging to each other's waist with ferocity. As if I were trying to burst her belly with my cum. - She, for her part, was firmly holding onto my waist, as if she were trying to inject all my juices into her belly, squeezing me tighter after every ecstatic thrust. - We rested for a bit, kissing and giving each other caresses, until we recovered a little from the exertion. - Are you ready? Do you want to go again? - I asked, taking her chin and forcing her to look at my eyes. - Sarah's celestial eyes looked slightly terrified, considering that what hadn't even come out of her was already regaining its vigor. - The afternoon has just begun...- I said, turning her around on my waist, so this time it would be she who rode me.Next post
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