I arrived home around one o'clock and there she was, sitting on the sofa in my house sliding the screen of her mobile phone, saying it would be a surprise to leave me short, I hadn't seen her since more than nine years ago, and the last time I did was when we were saying goodbye because she was moving away, it has already been a long time since that last afternoon and yet seeing her still caused an enormous erection in my pants, and it's just that I can't help it, I've had sex with many girls after that last time, but none like hers, just seeing her reminds me of the sweat on her skin smoothed by my fingers over her breasts and the emerging pubic hair that my tongue caressed while I was sucking her pussy, I missed her so much and hadn't realized until I saw her.
—Hello Fátima, how have you been?—I said, throwing my backpack onto the living room table and sitting down in front of her,
—Fine fine, you know you have a boyfriend.—She said without looking up from her mobile phone screen
—I do.—I replied
—He left her a week ago but he insists that he was the one who broke up with her.—My mother said behind the door.
—Your cousin will stay with us for a while.—Continued my mother, looking at me as she walked into her room
—Ah yes.—I asked, looking at Fátima who looked at me for the first time
—if only for a little while, I hope I don't bother you.—She laughed, adjusting her skirt and letting me see the edge of her black panties that were dripping with lace and silk and delicately framing her ass, I turned around startled to make sure my mother hadn't seen the improvised show —she's gone.—Whispered she without making an effort to cover herself until she heard my mother's footsteps again in the narrow hallway many years and still remembered our way of flirting hidden.
—You never bother me.—I said looking at her
—and you have a girlfriend.—I asked nervously, fearing the worst
—I do.—She repeated almost in a mocking tone—but didn't give an inch.—Laughed I, looking at her crotch, my cock was already at 100% palpitated with a voluptuous painfulness in my pants while she just looked at me with a wicked smile on her face —well, dinner is ready because you don't wash your hands— said my mother behind me, instantly killing any opportunity I had to take her to my room, it wouldn't be that easy for us to stay alone anymore... The day passed between mundane conversations and the innuendos of my cousin who, if we weren't alone, would have launched herself at me like an animal in heat, although I don't intend to justify myself if I want to clarify that the feeling was more than mutual, both of us wanted to relive that passion that had united us when we were just a couple of hormonal teenagers playing in the laundry room. I wanted to be alone with her and searched for any opportunity to do so to go back to being with my cousin. Between those thoughts, I would drift off to sleep. Suddenly, a strange sensation woke me up, the warm weight of something on my lips made me jump from sleep to reality and there, cut out against the ceiling of my room, was the delicate silhouette of my cousin with her short hair flying in the light of the moon. The pores of her skin mixed deliciously with the sweat on her forehead brought back so many memories when she spoke. —You startled me— I asked, getting on top of her —Every damn day, no... —No one gets it like you do, true— I replied, looking at her face in confusion —It's the same for me every time— she responded as if reading my mind. I lifted my arms to take hold of her neck, which made her go crazy, and when my hands reached her skin, she leaned against my chest, going down to my lips and planting a kiss as intimate as it was nostalgic that woke me up completely. Her weight added to mine made the bed creak and I let out a small gasp of panic when... —Shh, they're still awake— she said, looking at me from above —But I couldn't wait to feel her— But I couldn't wait to feel her— I asked, Then Fatima started swaying over my hip, re-tracing her lips over my throbbing rod. By the sensation of her thighs on my boxer shorts, it was clear she was naked. I, on the other hand, only wore my Lycra-adjusted boxer and could feel the humidity of her lips seeping through the fabric, adding to mine that burst from my tip as always when she was next to me.
Already missing your buddy, she said, embracing me and her breath a millimeter from my face, resplendent in its deliciousness, intoxicating the senses with pure luxury. And you, your enormous ass, I said, pressing my palms against her prominent buttocks, making her stick to my body when I separated them with my fingers, only to press them again.
I kissed her once or twice, but mostly we just stared at each other's eyes, remembering those years of secret trysts while she swayed on top of me. I was so hard that my cock slipped between the folds of her lips, separated by the fabric of my boxer shorts, leaving it wet with her warm and piercing humor.
Damn delight of cock you have, cousin, she said, kissing my neck then her lips. Only you make her like this, cuz, I replied, squeezing her buttocks with my hands and licking her lips, then her tongue, before finishing by looking at her eyes, soaked in liquid luxury.
The sweat on her skin beaded into crystal droplets that fell from her neck to her breasts as they touched mine, while our bodies rubbed against each other greedily under the light of the moon. I want to get inside, I said, muffling my voice between kisses. No, because I'll moan, let them go to sleep and then—try to respond but I was too hot and didn't want to be away from her for a second more, I pulled out my cock and my tip grazed her navel when she sat on top of me.
It's not fair, Fatima replied, measuring the size of my cock with her fingers. Come on, they won't notice, I assured, rubbing my tip against the opening of her navel. she stayed thinking for a second, looking at my point babbling against the soft skin of her stomach, then nodded —ok andale but cover my mouth—whispered, adjusting herself on top of me, obedient as good cousin, I put my hands in her mouth when she alone and with little effort impaled herself with my member. that warm and humid sensation enveloped me completely, millimeter by millimeter, each instant my skin pulsed to the rhythm of hers, and when her buttocks finally touched my thighs a delicious electric shock ran down my spine —god how I missed you cousin—i moaned kissing her breasts —and you too cousin—she said, staying quiet for an instant that seemed like a minute in which i could feel her body pulsing in sync with mine. —come on muématured please—i begged pushing her hips —i can't... it feels too tasty—she said showing me her crotch which was more soaked than before and seemed as if she had urinated on me., —just got in what happened—i asked squeezing my hands around her hip —me came—she laughed, begging me to wait with a look i couldn't contain myself anymore at hearing that and my fingers clung to her mouth then my hip pushed her upwards with effort making her thighs tighten around my hip and she let out a dry and sharp cry against the palm of my hand as another jet escaped through the edges between her folds and my cock i don't know how long i was making it jump on me taking momentum with my feet on the bed but i swear not even a cramp would have stopped me. a mixture of sweat and saliva dripped between my fingers while she moaned and mumbled between my hand that clung to her lips and the only response were her fingers scratching my shoulders with morbid pleasure as i was penetrating her i came twice or three times that night, but no matter how much i did the lust didn't subside and my cock still pulsed inside her when she fell asleep on my chest smiling. In a delicious way, and embracing me like we used to do on those afternoons so many years ago, we fell asleep.
—Hello Fátima, how have you been?—I said, throwing my backpack onto the living room table and sitting down in front of her,
—Fine fine, you know you have a boyfriend.—She said without looking up from her mobile phone screen
—I do.—I replied
—He left her a week ago but he insists that he was the one who broke up with her.—My mother said behind the door.
—Your cousin will stay with us for a while.—Continued my mother, looking at me as she walked into her room
—Ah yes.—I asked, looking at Fátima who looked at me for the first time
—if only for a little while, I hope I don't bother you.—She laughed, adjusting her skirt and letting me see the edge of her black panties that were dripping with lace and silk and delicately framing her ass, I turned around startled to make sure my mother hadn't seen the improvised show —she's gone.—Whispered she without making an effort to cover herself until she heard my mother's footsteps again in the narrow hallway many years and still remembered our way of flirting hidden.
—You never bother me.—I said looking at her
—and you have a girlfriend.—I asked nervously, fearing the worst
—I do.—She repeated almost in a mocking tone—but didn't give an inch.—Laughed I, looking at her crotch, my cock was already at 100% palpitated with a voluptuous painfulness in my pants while she just looked at me with a wicked smile on her face —well, dinner is ready because you don't wash your hands— said my mother behind me, instantly killing any opportunity I had to take her to my room, it wouldn't be that easy for us to stay alone anymore... The day passed between mundane conversations and the innuendos of my cousin who, if we weren't alone, would have launched herself at me like an animal in heat, although I don't intend to justify myself if I want to clarify that the feeling was more than mutual, both of us wanted to relive that passion that had united us when we were just a couple of hormonal teenagers playing in the laundry room. I wanted to be alone with her and searched for any opportunity to do so to go back to being with my cousin. Between those thoughts, I would drift off to sleep. Suddenly, a strange sensation woke me up, the warm weight of something on my lips made me jump from sleep to reality and there, cut out against the ceiling of my room, was the delicate silhouette of my cousin with her short hair flying in the light of the moon. The pores of her skin mixed deliciously with the sweat on her forehead brought back so many memories when she spoke. —You startled me— I asked, getting on top of her —Every damn day, no... —No one gets it like you do, true— I replied, looking at her face in confusion —It's the same for me every time— she responded as if reading my mind. I lifted my arms to take hold of her neck, which made her go crazy, and when my hands reached her skin, she leaned against my chest, going down to my lips and planting a kiss as intimate as it was nostalgic that woke me up completely. Her weight added to mine made the bed creak and I let out a small gasp of panic when... —Shh, they're still awake— she said, looking at me from above —But I couldn't wait to feel her— But I couldn't wait to feel her— I asked, Then Fatima started swaying over my hip, re-tracing her lips over my throbbing rod. By the sensation of her thighs on my boxer shorts, it was clear she was naked. I, on the other hand, only wore my Lycra-adjusted boxer and could feel the humidity of her lips seeping through the fabric, adding to mine that burst from my tip as always when she was next to me.
Already missing your buddy, she said, embracing me and her breath a millimeter from my face, resplendent in its deliciousness, intoxicating the senses with pure luxury. And you, your enormous ass, I said, pressing my palms against her prominent buttocks, making her stick to my body when I separated them with my fingers, only to press them again.
I kissed her once or twice, but mostly we just stared at each other's eyes, remembering those years of secret trysts while she swayed on top of me. I was so hard that my cock slipped between the folds of her lips, separated by the fabric of my boxer shorts, leaving it wet with her warm and piercing humor.
Damn delight of cock you have, cousin, she said, kissing my neck then her lips. Only you make her like this, cuz, I replied, squeezing her buttocks with my hands and licking her lips, then her tongue, before finishing by looking at her eyes, soaked in liquid luxury.
The sweat on her skin beaded into crystal droplets that fell from her neck to her breasts as they touched mine, while our bodies rubbed against each other greedily under the light of the moon. I want to get inside, I said, muffling my voice between kisses. No, because I'll moan, let them go to sleep and then—try to respond but I was too hot and didn't want to be away from her for a second more, I pulled out my cock and my tip grazed her navel when she sat on top of me.
It's not fair, Fatima replied, measuring the size of my cock with her fingers. Come on, they won't notice, I assured, rubbing my tip against the opening of her navel. she stayed thinking for a second, looking at my point babbling against the soft skin of her stomach, then nodded —ok andale but cover my mouth—whispered, adjusting herself on top of me, obedient as good cousin, I put my hands in her mouth when she alone and with little effort impaled herself with my member. that warm and humid sensation enveloped me completely, millimeter by millimeter, each instant my skin pulsed to the rhythm of hers, and when her buttocks finally touched my thighs a delicious electric shock ran down my spine —god how I missed you cousin—i moaned kissing her breasts —and you too cousin—she said, staying quiet for an instant that seemed like a minute in which i could feel her body pulsing in sync with mine. —come on muématured please—i begged pushing her hips —i can't... it feels too tasty—she said showing me her crotch which was more soaked than before and seemed as if she had urinated on me., —just got in what happened—i asked squeezing my hands around her hip —me came—she laughed, begging me to wait with a look i couldn't contain myself anymore at hearing that and my fingers clung to her mouth then my hip pushed her upwards with effort making her thighs tighten around my hip and she let out a dry and sharp cry against the palm of my hand as another jet escaped through the edges between her folds and my cock i don't know how long i was making it jump on me taking momentum with my feet on the bed but i swear not even a cramp would have stopped me. a mixture of sweat and saliva dripped between my fingers while she moaned and mumbled between my hand that clung to her lips and the only response were her fingers scratching my shoulders with morbid pleasure as i was penetrating her i came twice or three times that night, but no matter how much i did the lust didn't subside and my cock still pulsed inside her when she fell asleep on my chest smiling. In a delicious way, and embracing me like we used to do on those afternoons so many years ago, we fell asleep.
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