This weekend was a gathering with friends... we got together at a flat near home (around Medrano and Díaz Vélez) it was a farewell party for a friend of a friend, I mean I was there like an extra guest and since I couldn't say no so I made myself the grill master.
Even knowing Martina, my friend who is quite thin (too much for my taste, I like plump women), if we've had some close encounters in the past, we still maintain that healthy distance that makes us friends. Martina's very thin... doesn't make a drama out of introducing her friends... although this weekend we said goodbye to Agostina who is moving with her boyfriend to Spain.
We had a party on the rooftop of the building, let's agree that having had a previous closed history without grudges or toxicity with Martina, we have a special butchery particularity, but I was far from being like a predator.
By the time midnight rolled around, I was already quite tipsy and confident with my friends, and I would believe that without realizing it, I was listening attentively and already talking about more risqué and intimate topics.
Agostina, a beautiful brunette with a plump face and very expressive when she's drunk or hot, would get to know both sides... I'd tell her about my planned trip and beyond what's obvious, a chat between women talks about sex just like a conversation among friends makes it part of her, something rare for a man... Agos was happy with her blond boyfriend, Menemist, opening her big eyes at the things Martina told her... especially about hard sex and anal... to which Agos always replied, My bum is intact and will stay that way, my boyfriend doesn't ask me those things and I don't want to know anything about it... (the little she squealed in photos)
Let's say the night continued fun, beer, Smirnoff, tequila shots, the girls were out of control, but there's something about that in me regarding it that could... I would never turn back to a drunk, not just because I consider it a violation, but also because I like being conscious and the other person being so when having sex. For me, sex is a memorable moment and I enjoy leaving a full memory with the person sharing bed with me.
For three in the morning, Martina and I were already cleaning and organizing the Zoom, Martina looked nervous and as a trusted friend with expanded confidence asked her if something was wrong with her.
I'm supposed to hang out with a friend, but this one is half dead here and if I take her home it'll ruin my plans.
let's take her home, so when she wakes up you'll already have done your thing and we live a block away. I told her
I read, are you going to behave well? And he said.
You heard it, she's not delivering the booty and I like going for everything and you know it very well. I told her
Don't make me talk about that...
between the two we took her home, I made her sleep in my bed and I went to sleep on the sofa, with the alcohol we had upstairs we slept until 11 minus me.
She woke up around 12:30, confused, breakfast was on the table moderately complete even though I didn't live in a mansion I tried to take good care of my guests... she like exploring her body was trying to figure out if we had done something.
nothing happened, just that your friend needed her place. one act and we let you sleep here. I told her.
good I don't know if I feel pretty or ugly they don't take notice of me even when I'm generous. she responded to me.
beautiful, I wouldn't catch you drunk, if I have you in my bed skin to skin what I most want is for it to be an unforgettable moment.
So we breakfasted between flirting and word games while the afternoon caught up with us, she was feeling good and it showed that after being both in that compromising game with her something of heat had risen.
She left to fix what I calculated for her to leave while I was washing the breakfast things; she called me and I went to see if she was missing anything.
The instant was beautiful she with the jeans open, her head inclined downwards but still seeking my gaze like in a sad stare-down she said to me
Did you really miss out on this because you didn't take me drunk...?
I didn't say anything, I stopped in front of her, with my hand accepting the invitation from the unbuttoned jeans to touch her with passion. When she was bringing her mouth closer, I would move my face away, when she was holding on to my shoulders I accelerated my game so that her legs would give way.
It was a very long game where she gave herself over to the pleasure my hands were giving her... she bit her lips, moaned, given over to pleasure...
Just as my hands were filling up with the juices of her pleasure I said...
You have two options, you go and come back with your blonde Menemist short cut.
or if like me you think you never felt what you feel now you enter my room but I leave it clear that I will take you completely beautiful...
I left the bathroom and went to my room, with an erection that bothered me while walking but if she passed through that door it was because I was lucky but in full consciousness. I think I thought about her coming back with her boyfriend after more or less a minute, but I crossed the door furious with excitement.
When she crossed the door, there was no romanticism; he ripped off that black lace undergarment that was dripping with fluids. Her jeans fell to her knees as she turned her back on me, surrendering. There was something about her that released itself and I didn't think I'd be pious; her shirt followed the path of her underwear, coming out in parts, freeing those delicious breasts that moved to the rhythm of the thrusts. We went on like this for a while, clear with pure non-romantic but passionate sex...
She was asking for more of her own consciousness, my entire public area glistened with fluids as rat thrusts required me to lift it up already since the pleasure had loosened my legs... no doubts in his body seas of sensations were awakening, when the time came we both read our bodies in that choreography dictated by lust. My potent sex arrived at the moment of leaving its load and trying to exit wet, palpitating sex full of pleasure, she looked at me and said.
son of a slut, if you made me come like a slut I deserve the cum.
I don't have arguments but neither do I doubt.
If you want to be my slut, I'll baptize my slut, and pulling her hair, that entire act accelerated, while she was giving me a beautiful squirt that soaked her jeans completely, I was preparing to let her have a deep discharge...
thus standing still in a rest ceremony she would gift me her neck for kisses and her breasts hanging in a torn bodice were the delight of my hands... the bed was there like a witness to the first battle of that war, of a series of fights in which I would soon be one of the main fields...
Her phone rang and she ran out of the room, don't ask but from the audio she was sending it was for her boyfriend, she said he should take what they took because it would hit him so she'd stay at Martina's until afternoon...
While after the audio was answering texts I said to his ear...
It was just a little test recently, but you still haven't tried anything... I'm not like your cuck who would take care well and this wouldn't have happened for sure.
Don't tell her that. She told me so.
I'm telling the truth, now I'll leave you choosing again, I'll be waiting for you in the room if you want...
I went to the bathroom and when I returned, she was messaging on her phone. Face down on the bed. As a good lover, I started eating her booty and using the word: pussy.
She between gasps said...
My boyfriend would never blow my pussy after filling it...
That's why he only deserves horns. I told him.
She sent him audios trying to hide the pleasure she felt, sometimes pushing my head so her tongue would stop dilating and at others letting herself be carried away by pleasure. We had been like that for more than half an hour, from her crotch dripped drops of honey that every now and then my tongue collected, making me feel if I was pumping Booty in a pump and exposing more of her bum which was already giving way little by little to my tongue. All I needed was to wait for the moment to strike...
In full swing with her ending to suck and my fingers distributing themselves between opening her tiny ass that with the work of my tongue already offered no more resistance than she pressing to close it. At that moment, her phone rang and she had to answer her boyfriend, and my tongue began to work that little thing without mercy, as if she were holding back moans and I could see her clenching the pillow until an inexplicable void took hold of her... without hanging up, she was searching for me but I was putting gel on my sex at her back, knowing what prize I wanted. They would have to see the desperate movements when she felt my sex pressing my head against the entrance of her bum, I could feel her wanting to close her buttocks and then relaxing thinking it was a game while talking to her boyfriend...
But far from that I started pressing with his hand tried to grab my cock squeezing with all his forces which excited me more.
The sequence would have lasted for a few minutes until the sphincter gave way, she modified her lips and tried to stifle her scream by putting her head on the pillow, but nothing could save her now she was stuck. When I responded to my boyfriend's call, blood could be seen coming from his mouth, he tried to steer the conversation back on track but neither of us knew what would happen next he was trying to stop it with his hand but there was no use it kept going and going until we reached the bottom.
My son of puta, I was deflowered. I was screaming.
-for slow, slow he said
But when his body adapted I started asking for more and to put his tiny ass on pump so that my thrusts could reach as deep as possible.
Obviously a newly inaugurated tiny ass isn't a clean job... my cock came out with some blood, nothing drastic and that freshly made bum smell, I can't say more than she was left lying there in ecstasy with her 2 orifices squirting cum after things better not commented on but unplanned anal sex is like this...
In my interior I thought I had offended her, but then we did it again, and obviously I enjoyed that little thing one more time during the afternoon until 8pm, already we had burned out all desire to get it on, she was totally disheveled and told me
I have to go, but I don't want to.
No one forces you, but I know you're traveling in two days. I told him
I'm coming in a ball, you ripped all my clothes off. He told me
Use mine, let's go to Martina's, she'll surely lend you something.
She put on my clothes, but she drove away like an old retiree's speed, she was sweaty and rubbed against all the parts that were near her, at least she was showered...
When we got to Martina's place, she came undone at the slightest touch.
It seems that some had more action than me. Said Martina.
We didn't do anything, he just threw up his clothes. Agus said.
agos I'm my friend, and with many acquired rights have it clear that I know what I'm passing on to you.
so the night before ended on Sunday night... when I was already cleaning up the mess and airing out the smell of unwashed ass, I got a message from Martina 'you gave that slut's son without mercy'...
When I talk to Martina, she tells me that she left around 2 am when she felt recovered, after taking the morning-after pill and cream to withstand the friction of her innerwear.
It wasn't something planned and even though I love doing it with a horn this time was something wild, she had a desire and I had a disposition.
Thanks to my readers, I appreciate recommending the story and leaving dots where possible...
As always here we're bull dedicated, we're reading and as always thanks...
Even knowing Martina, my friend who is quite thin (too much for my taste, I like plump women), if we've had some close encounters in the past, we still maintain that healthy distance that makes us friends. Martina's very thin... doesn't make a drama out of introducing her friends... although this weekend we said goodbye to Agostina who is moving with her boyfriend to Spain.
We had a party on the rooftop of the building, let's agree that having had a previous closed history without grudges or toxicity with Martina, we have a special butchery particularity, but I was far from being like a predator.
By the time midnight rolled around, I was already quite tipsy and confident with my friends, and I would believe that without realizing it, I was listening attentively and already talking about more risqué and intimate topics.
Agostina, a beautiful brunette with a plump face and very expressive when she's drunk or hot, would get to know both sides... I'd tell her about my planned trip and beyond what's obvious, a chat between women talks about sex just like a conversation among friends makes it part of her, something rare for a man... Agos was happy with her blond boyfriend, Menemist, opening her big eyes at the things Martina told her... especially about hard sex and anal... to which Agos always replied, My bum is intact and will stay that way, my boyfriend doesn't ask me those things and I don't want to know anything about it... (the little she squealed in photos)
Let's say the night continued fun, beer, Smirnoff, tequila shots, the girls were out of control, but there's something about that in me regarding it that could... I would never turn back to a drunk, not just because I consider it a violation, but also because I like being conscious and the other person being so when having sex. For me, sex is a memorable moment and I enjoy leaving a full memory with the person sharing bed with me.
For three in the morning, Martina and I were already cleaning and organizing the Zoom, Martina looked nervous and as a trusted friend with expanded confidence asked her if something was wrong with her.
I'm supposed to hang out with a friend, but this one is half dead here and if I take her home it'll ruin my plans.
let's take her home, so when she wakes up you'll already have done your thing and we live a block away. I told her
I read, are you going to behave well? And he said.
You heard it, she's not delivering the booty and I like going for everything and you know it very well. I told her
Don't make me talk about that...
between the two we took her home, I made her sleep in my bed and I went to sleep on the sofa, with the alcohol we had upstairs we slept until 11 minus me.
She woke up around 12:30, confused, breakfast was on the table moderately complete even though I didn't live in a mansion I tried to take good care of my guests... she like exploring her body was trying to figure out if we had done something.
nothing happened, just that your friend needed her place. one act and we let you sleep here. I told her.
good I don't know if I feel pretty or ugly they don't take notice of me even when I'm generous. she responded to me.
beautiful, I wouldn't catch you drunk, if I have you in my bed skin to skin what I most want is for it to be an unforgettable moment.
So we breakfasted between flirting and word games while the afternoon caught up with us, she was feeling good and it showed that after being both in that compromising game with her something of heat had risen.
She left to fix what I calculated for her to leave while I was washing the breakfast things; she called me and I went to see if she was missing anything.
The instant was beautiful she with the jeans open, her head inclined downwards but still seeking my gaze like in a sad stare-down she said to me
Did you really miss out on this because you didn't take me drunk...?
I didn't say anything, I stopped in front of her, with my hand accepting the invitation from the unbuttoned jeans to touch her with passion. When she was bringing her mouth closer, I would move my face away, when she was holding on to my shoulders I accelerated my game so that her legs would give way.
It was a very long game where she gave herself over to the pleasure my hands were giving her... she bit her lips, moaned, given over to pleasure...
Just as my hands were filling up with the juices of her pleasure I said...
You have two options, you go and come back with your blonde Menemist short cut.
or if like me you think you never felt what you feel now you enter my room but I leave it clear that I will take you completely beautiful...
I left the bathroom and went to my room, with an erection that bothered me while walking but if she passed through that door it was because I was lucky but in full consciousness. I think I thought about her coming back with her boyfriend after more or less a minute, but I crossed the door furious with excitement.
When she crossed the door, there was no romanticism; he ripped off that black lace undergarment that was dripping with fluids. Her jeans fell to her knees as she turned her back on me, surrendering. There was something about her that released itself and I didn't think I'd be pious; her shirt followed the path of her underwear, coming out in parts, freeing those delicious breasts that moved to the rhythm of the thrusts. We went on like this for a while, clear with pure non-romantic but passionate sex...
She was asking for more of her own consciousness, my entire public area glistened with fluids as rat thrusts required me to lift it up already since the pleasure had loosened my legs... no doubts in his body seas of sensations were awakening, when the time came we both read our bodies in that choreography dictated by lust. My potent sex arrived at the moment of leaving its load and trying to exit wet, palpitating sex full of pleasure, she looked at me and said.
son of a slut, if you made me come like a slut I deserve the cum.
I don't have arguments but neither do I doubt.
If you want to be my slut, I'll baptize my slut, and pulling her hair, that entire act accelerated, while she was giving me a beautiful squirt that soaked her jeans completely, I was preparing to let her have a deep discharge...
thus standing still in a rest ceremony she would gift me her neck for kisses and her breasts hanging in a torn bodice were the delight of my hands... the bed was there like a witness to the first battle of that war, of a series of fights in which I would soon be one of the main fields...
Her phone rang and she ran out of the room, don't ask but from the audio she was sending it was for her boyfriend, she said he should take what they took because it would hit him so she'd stay at Martina's until afternoon...
While after the audio was answering texts I said to his ear...
It was just a little test recently, but you still haven't tried anything... I'm not like your cuck who would take care well and this wouldn't have happened for sure.
Don't tell her that. She told me so.
I'm telling the truth, now I'll leave you choosing again, I'll be waiting for you in the room if you want...
I went to the bathroom and when I returned, she was messaging on her phone. Face down on the bed. As a good lover, I started eating her booty and using the word: pussy.
She between gasps said...
My boyfriend would never blow my pussy after filling it...
That's why he only deserves horns. I told him.
She sent him audios trying to hide the pleasure she felt, sometimes pushing my head so her tongue would stop dilating and at others letting herself be carried away by pleasure. We had been like that for more than half an hour, from her crotch dripped drops of honey that every now and then my tongue collected, making me feel if I was pumping Booty in a pump and exposing more of her bum which was already giving way little by little to my tongue. All I needed was to wait for the moment to strike...
In full swing with her ending to suck and my fingers distributing themselves between opening her tiny ass that with the work of my tongue already offered no more resistance than she pressing to close it. At that moment, her phone rang and she had to answer her boyfriend, and my tongue began to work that little thing without mercy, as if she were holding back moans and I could see her clenching the pillow until an inexplicable void took hold of her... without hanging up, she was searching for me but I was putting gel on my sex at her back, knowing what prize I wanted. They would have to see the desperate movements when she felt my sex pressing my head against the entrance of her bum, I could feel her wanting to close her buttocks and then relaxing thinking it was a game while talking to her boyfriend...
But far from that I started pressing with his hand tried to grab my cock squeezing with all his forces which excited me more.
The sequence would have lasted for a few minutes until the sphincter gave way, she modified her lips and tried to stifle her scream by putting her head on the pillow, but nothing could save her now she was stuck. When I responded to my boyfriend's call, blood could be seen coming from his mouth, he tried to steer the conversation back on track but neither of us knew what would happen next he was trying to stop it with his hand but there was no use it kept going and going until we reached the bottom.
My son of puta, I was deflowered. I was screaming.
-for slow, slow he said
But when his body adapted I started asking for more and to put his tiny ass on pump so that my thrusts could reach as deep as possible.
Obviously a newly inaugurated tiny ass isn't a clean job... my cock came out with some blood, nothing drastic and that freshly made bum smell, I can't say more than she was left lying there in ecstasy with her 2 orifices squirting cum after things better not commented on but unplanned anal sex is like this...
In my interior I thought I had offended her, but then we did it again, and obviously I enjoyed that little thing one more time during the afternoon until 8pm, already we had burned out all desire to get it on, she was totally disheveled and told me
I have to go, but I don't want to.
No one forces you, but I know you're traveling in two days. I told him
I'm coming in a ball, you ripped all my clothes off. He told me
Use mine, let's go to Martina's, she'll surely lend you something.
She put on my clothes, but she drove away like an old retiree's speed, she was sweaty and rubbed against all the parts that were near her, at least she was showered...
When we got to Martina's place, she came undone at the slightest touch.
It seems that some had more action than me. Said Martina.
We didn't do anything, he just threw up his clothes. Agus said.
agos I'm my friend, and with many acquired rights have it clear that I know what I'm passing on to you.
so the night before ended on Sunday night... when I was already cleaning up the mess and airing out the smell of unwashed ass, I got a message from Martina 'you gave that slut's son without mercy'...
When I talk to Martina, she tells me that she left around 2 am when she felt recovered, after taking the morning-after pill and cream to withstand the friction of her innerwear.
It wasn't something planned and even though I love doing it with a horn this time was something wild, she had a desire and I had a disposition.
Thanks to my readers, I appreciate recommending the story and leaving dots where possible...
As always here we're bull dedicated, we're reading and as always thanks...
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