We continue with the previous story, the story of my life, which is true and veridica, I will proceed to tell it little by little because I am forced to do so, as I said earlier, to maintain the couple and for mental health. It's only fair to say that after that damn Friday, knowing that my husband Juan Carlos wouldn't come and my daughter Ana wouldn't spend the weekend with me, I would be masturbating, looking out of my house windows to see if I could spot Emilio and thinking of some strategy to get close to him or contact him. I used TV series, movies, books, music... Anything was worth it to take Emilio off my mind but couldn't succeed, he kept appearing in my thoughts, and the more I resisted, the wetter I got inside. Sometimes I felt dirty, I even searched online for possible causes of that excess moisture in my vagina, but deep down I knew what caused it and what my vagina demanded because she controlled my decisions. A new week started and the following days were chaos in my life, I was doing daily chores, increasing my exercise levels by going out to run, which I hadn't done in years. All of this to not think about Emilio, I dedicated myself body and soul to the family business, making orders, invoices, night shifts, and working more hours so I could think less. I had a clear objective, to get through the rest of the week without masturbating, without thinking about Emilio, attending to daily tasks and concentrating on them. Even one day I made a quick visit to my daughter Ana in Madrid, to change the air, bring her clothes she needed because good weather was coming back, and above all to not think about Emilio. Possibly that day I managed to think less about him but when I got back to town, things changed. And it was very expensive to stop thinking about him, I couldn't get him out of my head, especially in the afternoons when I would pass by his room window and look for him, but I knew... my parents who was studying in Madrid and would come back occasionally to spend the weekend with me. I managed to get through the week without masturbating but couldn't get him out of my head. If the previous weekend had been full of masturbation and sexual diversions, this one seemed sad and dull since my husband Juan Carlos was coming. Once he settled in we barely shared any time together, spent the weekend doing sports and avoiding each other at home. On several occasions I told him I was having a bad day due to work and related concerns about the company. In bed we obviously slept together but neither of us made a sexual move towards the other. Juan Carlos left on Sunday morning despite not working until Monday, leaving me with my suspicions that he had a mistress, a cold goodbye and I was alone again, alone, soooo alone! And sad. For several years I began to suspect that Juan Carlos was seeing another woman or even hiring a prostitute, and the truth is that neither before nor now did it matter to me since I had a comfortable life without worries, dedicating myself to what I liked and Juan Carlos knew perfectly well that in case of divorce I would have much to lose. Months ago his absences became more noticeable, even passing 2 months without coming to visit me and I imagined my husband with his mistress (although I didn't know if he had a mistress I imagined it) and it excited me thinking about them. What age would she be? Would she be younger? Spanish or foreign? Where would they meet? Would my daughter Sara suspect her father too? How the fuck would it go? The thought of it made me feel dirty sometimes, but also provided pleasure imagining perverse situations and even imagined that Juan Carlos would bring her home one day and we'd have sex together, with that thought I masturbated like crazy. This last fantasy gave me many nights of pleasure but also mornings of Regrets for those dirty thoughts. I was wondering what Emilio would think of what I saw since obviously two weeks had passed and he kept silent. I knew I wasn't going to tell anyone anything and also knew that out of shame I wouldn't say I looked at him through the window while he was masturbating, that was obvious. And so I started a new week motivated, planning ways to get his phone number or another way to contact him. The week went by quickly, and on the sexual topic every night I couldn't miss my appointment with some video, photo, or thought that would make me wet. But I was far from my orgasms of the day I saw Emilio, that day was memorable. It arrived at the weekend, Sara wouldn't come and neither would Juan Carlos so I was nervous like a young girl, waiting to find him, it was Friday, the day Emilio usually returns from Madrid and I looked out the window every time a car passed to see if it was his but he didn't come and all my illusions disappeared. My optimism ended that same Friday, I wasn't wet anymore, I wasn't full of life, I was apathetic and this weekend would be spent alone and sad as usual. So I planned to visit Ana in Madrid to do some shopping and spend Saturday with her. It was the first time all week I didn't masturbate, I was apathetic and dry, I fell asleep early to wake up early the next day. On Saturday I woke up before my usual time, like I said I wanted to go to Madrid to visit Ana, when I was taking out the car from the garage I saw Emilio, he seemed carefree, looked at me, didn't greet me and continued on his way. In those seconds that our gazes crossed I noticed a slight reddening of his skin, he forced himself to look away and speed up his pace. Here was he, and I was back to having the thrill of an adolescent, had to come up with a plan for this weekend, quickly, and the plan began by calling Ana to tell her I wouldn't be able to go to Madrid because I didn't want to distract her from her studies. I'm good at Make up excuses, it worked at 100% and my second part of the plan was to try to coincide with Emilio, so I had the rest of Saturday and Sunday since Monday would return to university. I watched the movements of his parents from my window, their exits and entrances, but I didn't see him for the rest of Saturday and that was making me nervous. Emilio was my prey and I was the hunter, I had to try to find myself alone with him and only Sunday was left. On Saturday night I resumed my masturbation, got wet again and spent a pleasant time thinking about possible situations with Emilio, imagining the possible results of my plan and getting wet again, having another pleasant time. On Sunday I woke up very early, excited, motivated and wet, today was the day. It was hard because his parents usually don't leave the house on weekends and that's what happened. The hours passed and I continued working with my laptop by the window in case I saw him. In the end, I wasn't really working, I was more focused on the window than the computer. What a fool I was! Of course, the computer! I can pretend that internet has cut off, that I can't work and if I go to his house ask him to fix it. His parents won't put any obstacle and that will give me the necessary time to execute my trap. I unplugged the router and left the plug loose, thought about dressing normally and did so with the upper part but decided to call his attention with the lower part. So I opted for a push-up bra to lift my fallen breasts, a normal t-shirt without showing anything, a cream-colored cardigan because it was a bit cold in the morning and black sports leggings. The leggings were a bit worn out, I knew that's why I put on a white thong almost invisible but since the legging was worn out it would be noticeable. My trap was ready and all I had to do was wait. Around 11:00 am, his doorbell rang and he opened it. Emilio. I wasn't surprised, but yes, he looked nervous and I had to spin my web to catch him. S- How's it going, Emilio? Does the internet work for you? I was working and haven't connected in a while. E- Yes, everything is fine. He didn't greet me, his response was cold and I could tell he was in a hurry to end the conversation. I had to bring him to my territory. He started getting red-faced and more nervous. S- What's weird? Can you look at my router or whatever it is that's going on with you? And if it still doesn't work, I'll call the company to figure out the problem. E- Okay, I'm coming over now. He got even redder this time and immediately left behind me, wearing a comfortable jogging suit. You could tell he was walking reluctantly, didn't want to accompany me, so I gave him some conversation. S- How's school? There's not much time left before classes start. E- Everything's fine for now. After Emilio passed through the door, I pointed out where the router was, and since he wasn't going to make small talk, I had to go slow and carefully. S- What do you think is wrong with him? E- I think it's just a loose cable that came undone and he quickly put it back in its place. The lights turned on correctly after a few seconds and we waited tensely until the mobile connected to WiFi. I used the time to take off my cardigan and wait for the white thong to show through the leggings. S- Come, sit down for a minute while you connect your phone, I have something important to talk about with you. E- Tell me, I'm in a hurry because I left my studying pending. Emilio avoided sitting down and wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I had to convince him immediately. So I moved from the entrance to the living room without looking back and he continued following me like a dog. And yes, I noticed he was staring at my ass for a few seconds, saw the thong and that already made me very happy. S- We have to talk about what happened the other day, about what I saw the other day. Sit down because it's something serious. Emilio slumped forward. direct to the sofa and I sat down in front of him, on a high chair. The poor guy couldn't look me in the face and I had to take control of the situation. S- What I saw the other day through the window wasn't... E- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, don't count anything, really. I would die of shame, please, don't let anyone know. Emilio quickly cut me off and started turning red like at first and asking me almost begging me not to tell anyone. I didn't think he was going through it that badly, the poor guy thought I'd tell his parents, but in reality it was something else he wanted and the plan was working out better than expected. S- Calm down Emilio, nothing's wrong, it's very normal for someone your age to do things like that. E- Please don't tell anyone, I wanted to come talk to you before but I was too ashamed. I was really having a bad time, very nervous and I changed the chair I was sitting in for the sofa. I sat down next to him on his left, keeping some distance but wanting it to be less. S- Calm down Emilio, better that I saw you than someone else who doesn't understand or some gossipmonger. You've apologized and that's fine, let's just leave it. E- Didn't you tell anyone? Do you know it by yourself? The poor guy didn't trust me and took advantage of getting closer to calm him down. S- Emilio, calm down, no one knows and I won't tell anyone. I left a pause to see his relieved face and gather strength for what was coming, which was the hardest part. S- But Emilio, you have to do something for me if you want me to keep that secret. E- As long as you don't tell, it's fine The poor silly guy didn't imagine anything about what was happening and now he had me eating out of his hand. Poor silly boy, I was starting to get hot but had to calm down and be cold. I got a bit closer to him and brought my right hand towards his belt and then to his abdomen. S- Emilio, I've known you since... You were small and favors should be returned. I'm sorry... He tried to get up from the sofa at the same time as he was pushing my hand away from his abdomen, but since he was slender and I exerted more force, he couldn't. Later, he tried to move aside but grabbed his shirt tightly and I came closer to him again. I had to play my cards now or it would be too late. E-Emilio, you have two options, either return the favor or I'll tell your parents immediately. Or better yet, I'll tell everyone and they'll find out from their parents later. The sentence came out like a movie line, and he stayed quiet, his left hand which had been trying to push my hand away from his abdomen losing all strength. He supported both hands on the sofa and avoided my gaze. I had won the battle and now I would do what I wanted. I moved closer to him, my leg now stuck to his. M-Well, it seems you understood E- But Sara, I don't know what you're trying to... Emilio was pretending to be stupid, it was his last option, but he didn't know that he had already lost. My heart was racing, I was nervous but didn't have to show it. He hadn't made any sudden movements so I accepted playing my game and deep down he didn't want to leave. M-Shut up once and for all. With my left hand which hadn't entered the game until then, I brought it to his mouth, closing it and pressing his jaw strongly. Even gave him a little nip when it seemed like he was going to speak, while bringing my face close to his at just a few centimeters, he looked nervous, smelled his cologne mixed with sweat from the situation and my vagina was calling out for me. I forced Emilio to turn his head and he looked at me, so I took advantage of it to kiss him, although I ended up eating his lips since he didn't move them, my hands were drawing him to me but he was putting up some resistance which gave me more thrill. Being unable to kiss him properly and being next to him, I lowered my left hand towards the trousers and without thinking I introduced it under his boxers with skill. Emilio at that moment shuddered and noted that that velvety cock he had so desired was awake, so he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it. Emilio quickly tried to pull my hand out of his trousers but the strength of my right hand prevented his movements since his left hand involuntarily found itself under my butt, not because he wanted to but because when I approached him he had anticipated the situation and sat on top of his hand so it was his right hand that was struggling with my right hand for control. Little could Emilio do as he was surrounded by the armrest of the sofa on his right side and I on his left, his cock growing under my expert movement. Surprisingly, he reduced his struggle with his right arm and turned his face towards the left a few centimeters from mine which was looking attentively under the trousers, when I turned my face towards him now his lips sought mine. He was seeking my mouth, my tongue, and taking the initiative in the kiss, my heart, vagina, and body palpitated at that unexpected turn of events. Emilio desired me and our tongues were constantly searching for each other, he had a nervous and playful tongue, he wanted to penetrate my mouth with it and was succeeding. My right hand no longer stopped his but only rubbed against it, and my left hand continued to play with his cock of good size. We continued in that situation for a good while, now his hands were quiet (his left hand was enjoying under my butt) and my left hand was masturbating him through the sweatpants. My pussy palpitated and swelled, I wanted more and the rich kisses we gave each other made me even wetter. Time stood still, it was a unique, lasting, and full of desire moment for me. I don't know how many minutes passed but that fire between my legs was killing me inside and making it hard for me to breathe. normal. It was like a spider, I had woven a web where Emilio as a fly had fallen, I felt pletóyummy, I had what I desired, my vagina palpitated just like my heart, I would leave out of breath for moments and believing myself the owner of the situation I didn't realize that Emilio had taken left that pressed my ass against the couch and displacing me to one side he got up immediately, crossed the room without being able to stop him, opened and closed the door quickly. He had gone, but I wasn't sad, his cock had responded to the stimuli and his mouth had sought the humidity of mine, Emilio in the end couldn't get this moment out of his head and I should play my cards so that that boy wouldn't escape from the web. The seed was sown and now it only touched waiting for its development and harvesting the fruits.
We continue with the previous story, the story of my life, which is true and veridica, I will proceed to tell it little by little because I am forced to do so, as I said earlier, to maintain the couple and for mental health. It's only fair to say that after that damn Friday, knowing that my husband Juan Carlos wouldn't come and my daughter Ana wouldn't spend the weekend with me, I would be masturbating, looking out of my house windows to see if I could spot Emilio and thinking of some strategy to get close to him or contact him. I used TV series, movies, books, music... Anything was worth it to take Emilio off my mind but couldn't succeed, he kept appearing in my thoughts, and the more I resisted, the wetter I got inside. Sometimes I felt dirty, I even searched online for possible causes of that excess moisture in my vagina, but deep down I knew what caused it and what my vagina demanded because she controlled my decisions. A new week started and the following days were chaos in my life, I was doing daily chores, increasing my exercise levels by going out to run, which I hadn't done in years. All of this to not think about Emilio, I dedicated myself body and soul to the family business, making orders, invoices, night shifts, and working more hours so I could think less. I had a clear objective, to get through the rest of the week without masturbating, without thinking about Emilio, attending to daily tasks and concentrating on them. Even one day I made a quick visit to my daughter Ana in Madrid, to change the air, bring her clothes she needed because good weather was coming back, and above all to not think about Emilio. Possibly that day I managed to think less about him but when I got back to town, things changed. And it was very expensive to stop thinking about him, I couldn't get him out of my head, especially in the afternoons when I would pass by his room window and look for him, but I knew... my parents who was studying in Madrid and would come back occasionally to spend the weekend with me. I managed to get through the week without masturbating but couldn't get him out of my head. If the previous weekend had been full of masturbation and sexual diversions, this one seemed sad and dull since my husband Juan Carlos was coming. Once he settled in we barely shared any time together, spent the weekend doing sports and avoiding each other at home. On several occasions I told him I was having a bad day due to work and related concerns about the company. In bed we obviously slept together but neither of us made a sexual move towards the other. Juan Carlos left on Sunday morning despite not working until Monday, leaving me with my suspicions that he had a mistress, a cold goodbye and I was alone again, alone, soooo alone! And sad. For several years I began to suspect that Juan Carlos was seeing another woman or even hiring a prostitute, and the truth is that neither before nor now did it matter to me since I had a comfortable life without worries, dedicating myself to what I liked and Juan Carlos knew perfectly well that in case of divorce I would have much to lose. Months ago his absences became more noticeable, even passing 2 months without coming to visit me and I imagined my husband with his mistress (although I didn't know if he had a mistress I imagined it) and it excited me thinking about them. What age would she be? Would she be younger? Spanish or foreign? Where would they meet? Would my daughter Sara suspect her father too? How the fuck would it go? The thought of it made me feel dirty sometimes, but also provided pleasure imagining perverse situations and even imagined that Juan Carlos would bring her home one day and we'd have sex together, with that thought I masturbated like crazy. This last fantasy gave me many nights of pleasure but also mornings of Regrets for those dirty thoughts. I was wondering what Emilio would think of what I saw since obviously two weeks had passed and he kept silent. I knew I wasn't going to tell anyone anything and also knew that out of shame I wouldn't say I looked at him through the window while he was masturbating, that was obvious. And so I started a new week motivated, planning ways to get his phone number or another way to contact him. The week went by quickly, and on the sexual topic every night I couldn't miss my appointment with some video, photo, or thought that would make me wet. But I was far from my orgasms of the day I saw Emilio, that day was memorable. It arrived at the weekend, Sara wouldn't come and neither would Juan Carlos so I was nervous like a young girl, waiting to find him, it was Friday, the day Emilio usually returns from Madrid and I looked out the window every time a car passed to see if it was his but he didn't come and all my illusions disappeared. My optimism ended that same Friday, I wasn't wet anymore, I wasn't full of life, I was apathetic and this weekend would be spent alone and sad as usual. So I planned to visit Ana in Madrid to do some shopping and spend Saturday with her. It was the first time all week I didn't masturbate, I was apathetic and dry, I fell asleep early to wake up early the next day. On Saturday I woke up before my usual time, like I said I wanted to go to Madrid to visit Ana, when I was taking out the car from the garage I saw Emilio, he seemed carefree, looked at me, didn't greet me and continued on his way. In those seconds that our gazes crossed I noticed a slight reddening of his skin, he forced himself to look away and speed up his pace. Here was he, and I was back to having the thrill of an adolescent, had to come up with a plan for this weekend, quickly, and the plan began by calling Ana to tell her I wouldn't be able to go to Madrid because I didn't want to distract her from her studies. I'm good at Make up excuses, it worked at 100% and my second part of the plan was to try to coincide with Emilio, so I had the rest of Saturday and Sunday since Monday would return to university. I watched the movements of his parents from my window, their exits and entrances, but I didn't see him for the rest of Saturday and that was making me nervous. Emilio was my prey and I was the hunter, I had to try to find myself alone with him and only Sunday was left. On Saturday night I resumed my masturbation, got wet again and spent a pleasant time thinking about possible situations with Emilio, imagining the possible results of my plan and getting wet again, having another pleasant time. On Sunday I woke up very early, excited, motivated and wet, today was the day. It was hard because his parents usually don't leave the house on weekends and that's what happened. The hours passed and I continued working with my laptop by the window in case I saw him. In the end, I wasn't really working, I was more focused on the window than the computer. What a fool I was! Of course, the computer! I can pretend that internet has cut off, that I can't work and if I go to his house ask him to fix it. His parents won't put any obstacle and that will give me the necessary time to execute my trap. I unplugged the router and left the plug loose, thought about dressing normally and did so with the upper part but decided to call his attention with the lower part. So I opted for a push-up bra to lift my fallen breasts, a normal t-shirt without showing anything, a cream-colored cardigan because it was a bit cold in the morning and black sports leggings. The leggings were a bit worn out, I knew that's why I put on a white thong almost invisible but since the legging was worn out it would be noticeable. My trap was ready and all I had to do was wait. Around 11:00 am, his doorbell rang and he opened it. Emilio. I wasn't surprised, but yes, he looked nervous and I had to spin my web to catch him. S- How's it going, Emilio? Does the internet work for you? I was working and haven't connected in a while. E- Yes, everything is fine. He didn't greet me, his response was cold and I could tell he was in a hurry to end the conversation. I had to bring him to my territory. He started getting red-faced and more nervous. S- What's weird? Can you look at my router or whatever it is that's going on with you? And if it still doesn't work, I'll call the company to figure out the problem. E- Okay, I'm coming over now. He got even redder this time and immediately left behind me, wearing a comfortable jogging suit. You could tell he was walking reluctantly, didn't want to accompany me, so I gave him some conversation. S- How's school? There's not much time left before classes start. E- Everything's fine for now. After Emilio passed through the door, I pointed out where the router was, and since he wasn't going to make small talk, I had to go slow and carefully. S- What do you think is wrong with him? E- I think it's just a loose cable that came undone and he quickly put it back in its place. The lights turned on correctly after a few seconds and we waited tensely until the mobile connected to WiFi. I used the time to take off my cardigan and wait for the white thong to show through the leggings. S- Come, sit down for a minute while you connect your phone, I have something important to talk about with you. E- Tell me, I'm in a hurry because I left my studying pending. Emilio avoided sitting down and wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I had to convince him immediately. So I moved from the entrance to the living room without looking back and he continued following me like a dog. And yes, I noticed he was staring at my ass for a few seconds, saw the thong and that already made me very happy. S- We have to talk about what happened the other day, about what I saw the other day. Sit down because it's something serious. Emilio slumped forward. direct to the sofa and I sat down in front of him, on a high chair. The poor guy couldn't look me in the face and I had to take control of the situation. S- What I saw the other day through the window wasn't... E- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, don't count anything, really. I would die of shame, please, don't let anyone know. Emilio quickly cut me off and started turning red like at first and asking me almost begging me not to tell anyone. I didn't think he was going through it that badly, the poor guy thought I'd tell his parents, but in reality it was something else he wanted and the plan was working out better than expected. S- Calm down Emilio, nothing's wrong, it's very normal for someone your age to do things like that. E- Please don't tell anyone, I wanted to come talk to you before but I was too ashamed. I was really having a bad time, very nervous and I changed the chair I was sitting in for the sofa. I sat down next to him on his left, keeping some distance but wanting it to be less. S- Calm down Emilio, better that I saw you than someone else who doesn't understand or some gossipmonger. You've apologized and that's fine, let's just leave it. E- Didn't you tell anyone? Do you know it by yourself? The poor guy didn't trust me and took advantage of getting closer to calm him down. S- Emilio, calm down, no one knows and I won't tell anyone. I left a pause to see his relieved face and gather strength for what was coming, which was the hardest part. S- But Emilio, you have to do something for me if you want me to keep that secret. E- As long as you don't tell, it's fine The poor silly guy didn't imagine anything about what was happening and now he had me eating out of his hand. Poor silly boy, I was starting to get hot but had to calm down and be cold. I got a bit closer to him and brought my right hand towards his belt and then to his abdomen. S- Emilio, I've known you since... You were small and favors should be returned. I'm sorry... He tried to get up from the sofa at the same time as he was pushing my hand away from his abdomen, but since he was slender and I exerted more force, he couldn't. Later, he tried to move aside but grabbed his shirt tightly and I came closer to him again. I had to play my cards now or it would be too late. E-Emilio, you have two options, either return the favor or I'll tell your parents immediately. Or better yet, I'll tell everyone and they'll find out from their parents later. The sentence came out like a movie line, and he stayed quiet, his left hand which had been trying to push my hand away from his abdomen losing all strength. He supported both hands on the sofa and avoided my gaze. I had won the battle and now I would do what I wanted. I moved closer to him, my leg now stuck to his. M-Well, it seems you understood E- But Sara, I don't know what you're trying to... Emilio was pretending to be stupid, it was his last option, but he didn't know that he had already lost. My heart was racing, I was nervous but didn't have to show it. He hadn't made any sudden movements so I accepted playing my game and deep down he didn't want to leave. M-Shut up once and for all. With my left hand which hadn't entered the game until then, I brought it to his mouth, closing it and pressing his jaw strongly. Even gave him a little nip when it seemed like he was going to speak, while bringing my face close to his at just a few centimeters, he looked nervous, smelled his cologne mixed with sweat from the situation and my vagina was calling out for me. I forced Emilio to turn his head and he looked at me, so I took advantage of it to kiss him, although I ended up eating his lips since he didn't move them, my hands were drawing him to me but he was putting up some resistance which gave me more thrill. Being unable to kiss him properly and being next to him, I lowered my left hand towards the trousers and without thinking I introduced it under his boxers with skill. Emilio at that moment shuddered and noted that that velvety cock he had so desired was awake, so he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it. Emilio quickly tried to pull my hand out of his trousers but the strength of my right hand prevented his movements since his left hand involuntarily found itself under my butt, not because he wanted to but because when I approached him he had anticipated the situation and sat on top of his hand so it was his right hand that was struggling with my right hand for control. Little could Emilio do as he was surrounded by the armrest of the sofa on his right side and I on his left, his cock growing under my expert movement. Surprisingly, he reduced his struggle with his right arm and turned his face towards the left a few centimeters from mine which was looking attentively under the trousers, when I turned my face towards him now his lips sought mine. He was seeking my mouth, my tongue, and taking the initiative in the kiss, my heart, vagina, and body palpitated at that unexpected turn of events. Emilio desired me and our tongues were constantly searching for each other, he had a nervous and playful tongue, he wanted to penetrate my mouth with it and was succeeding. My right hand no longer stopped his but only rubbed against it, and my left hand continued to play with his cock of good size. We continued in that situation for a good while, now his hands were quiet (his left hand was enjoying under my butt) and my left hand was masturbating him through the sweatpants. My pussy palpitated and swelled, I wanted more and the rich kisses we gave each other made me even wetter. Time stood still, it was a unique, lasting, and full of desire moment for me. I don't know how many minutes passed but that fire between my legs was killing me inside and making it hard for me to breathe. normal. It was like a spider, I had woven a web where Emilio as a fly had fallen, I felt pletóyummy, I had what I desired, my vagina palpitated just like my heart, I would leave out of breath for moments and believing myself the owner of the situation I didn't realize that Emilio had taken left that pressed my ass against the couch and displacing me to one side he got up immediately, crossed the room without being able to stop him, opened and closed the door quickly. He had gone, but I wasn't sad, his cock had responded to the stimuli and his mouth had sought the humidity of mine, Emilio in the end couldn't get this moment out of his head and I should play my cards so that that boy wouldn't escape from the web. The seed was sown and now it only touched waiting for its development and harvesting the fruits.
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