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Compendium II😍
I was looking out the window of the kitchen one afternoon, when I noticed my cherry tree was starting to bloom.
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I felt so happy and proud!
Because, you know, for some women the ideal is having expensive handbags and dresses, huge diamond rings or a million beautiful shoes.
But for me, my lifelong dream, the sign that I've achieved everything I want, is having a cherry tree.
😆
(For my best friend, his dream is to have a country house with a cow one day, because it makes him laugh thinking about hearing Muuu! out of nowhere XD)
But I was standing there thinking when my best friend approached me from behind, hugging me affectionately and protecting me.
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Hey, nightingale? I was thinking that when Jacinto arrives with us, your cherry tree will be blooming at those moments. It's more. Maybe it's very possible that each of his birthdays will be marked by that tree. My best friend said to me, always thoughtful.
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I had a tasty feeling that shook me whole.
I turned red.
Since I met my best friend, he always knows what to say to make me blush, even after more than 10 years.
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His honest eyes and heart and actions have shown me several times that his words are not cheesy phrases.
In those moments, Jacintito was listening too, because I felt a little kick.
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Do you know something, my love? I said, turning to look at him, but unable to see my best friend's eyes. I've realized that things are getting blurry when we start going out. You're always so nice to me that it's hard for me to distinguish when we started dating and when we were just friends.
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My best friend looked super understanding.
Ah, I know what you mean! If you hadn't kissed me first, I would have never realized that I liked you. I never had any other intentions besides being your friend, Marisol, I swear... for me, you were incredible: The girl who was the most brilliant I had ever met.
And we ended with a tender and sweet kiss, like in the times when we used to pololeabamos.
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We have shared so many things.
So many memories and feelings that make us feel like we can never be alone again.
Because just like the first day I met him, he is my best friend.
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But by night, something super crazy has happened...
XD
It's because when I got pregnant with the little ones, I didn't even make it past the 7th month because my little ones didn't have space to play inside me.
But when I got pregnant with my magical Alicia, my body had a loss of sexual appetite.
😞
Don't misunderstand.
My husband and I have always been hot-blooded.
But at that time, my body wasn't reacting: honestly, I couldn't get excited.
My best friend would treat me to masturbate, eat my pussy, make love in different positions, etc., we did so many things and nothing.
My body, nothing of anything.
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Not even anal sex, which I really like, could I feel well and I felt super frustrated.
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Because in my mind, I needed my best friend.
I needed him to make me feel good because apart from that, I felt fat and ugly.
And when he started solidifying with me, it was terrible.
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Imagine waking up seeing his enormous thing inflated every morning, thick and long like a huge sausage and me, unable to move to savor it and swallow my breakfast.
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And him, no, he didn't want to masturbate if I couldn't feel pleasure.
XD
Oh, terrible, terrible!
The mom of Bastiáncito says that when she was at the office, my husband was furious and tense.
But when he came back with me, my best friend never got angry or quarreled with me.
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But well, now we've both been worried if it happens again.
And if I'm being sincere, sincere, sincere, I feel three times hotter for my best friend...
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Because my boy is methodical, analytical, and disciplined.
XD
In the end, he made sure I felt pleasure.
So I was there, lying on the bed, legs open with my husband kneeling in front of me, his enormous and extremely long fingers exploring my pussy.
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I felt incredible, but for my husband, a good investigator, it was all about science.
Does it feel good? He asked, with a super sensual voice.
Mmmhmm I moaned in response, with my pussy pulsating and my waist moving to get his hand deeper inside me.
He added a third finger, stretching me smoothly while I drooled with pleasure.
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His chubby little finger pressed my clitoris and I felt a surge of electricity that made me arch.
In my mind, I started replaying all the women my husband had been with.
All the different ways he had learned to make me feel pleasure.
😖😲
I felt like each experience was a gift for me.
As if it were a way to bring my husband back to being the perfect lover.
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When my best friend licked my thighs, my eyes fluttered...
His cool and refreshing tongue made its way to my swollen clitoris.
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He put it in his mouth, sucking and licking with such skill that I left breathless.
In my head, I went through the faces of all the women who had been with my husband: my mom, my cousin, my middle sister, Bastián's mom, Elena, my flight attendant friend, Lizzie, my university friends, Hannah...
My best friend had been with older and younger women.
The inexperienced and the veteran ones.
Each one, carrying her grain of sand to our relationship, had taught him something that made him the experienced man he is today.
And it was that my best friend was already making me see stars and lights.
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His delicious tongue reamed my clitoris, squeezing it richly between his teeth, making me moan his name without being able to control myself. My entire body was shaking, wrapped in wonderful sensations.
Each kiss, lick, touch, and bite made me cum uncontrollably.
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I achieved an enormous orgasm.
Explosive.
Tremendous.
My body shook and my best friend, always faithful, cleaned me up and licked me tenderly.
You're perfect. He said, giving me a super tasty kiss.
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And there, caressing her super swollen and eager to satisfy him.
We had to keep investigating!
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