New delivery and penultimate of the series that I now call They. Enjoy and get hot, because if that happens, I'll be satisfied.
When Negro Fernandez got off his own, Connie felt her body full of his sweat, saliva, semen, and aroma. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs because she was lacking. Her heart beat strongly in her chest. She felt the sheets soaked with her own perspiration, as well as her completely perspired body. She had his cigarette breath and cock taste in her mouth. She felt her pubic area moist, viscous, and empty of her sex that had just filled it. Her vagina pulsed. She felt exhausted and satisfied. Dirty and sleepy. She saw the back of Negro while he got into the bathroom. His strong and hairy black back. His flaccid and white ass. A pleasant emptiness filled her and submerged her in doubts and certainties.
II
- It's just three months, Miru. The proposal is good, it's good money, and I'll get to know the South, which I never have.
Miranda listened silently from the other side of the bed in their shared department as Connie informed her that she was going to Comodoro Rivadavia to work on a photo shoot for an era film. The pay was good, it was true. It was also true that the proposal had come through Negro Fernandez, who would also be working on the film as a producer.
Behind them, the enormous photo of their entwined hands at Machu Pichu, the day they got married to Mother Earth. It had been almost four years and nothing was like then for Connie. She never felt completely lesbian. If she felt in love with Miranda, she enjoyed her company a lot, but she didn't fit into her intimate circle where everyone somehow related to the gay circuit.
- I want her but I'm bored.- she confessed to a friend once.
Miranda understood everything that was happening even if she didn't know the details. She was completely aware that she was losing her for a long time, but also knew she couldn't do anything to keep her. At that moment, he only kissed her. He gave her the most passionate kiss he could. He sank his tongue as deep as possible into Connie's throat. He pressed his body against hers, climbing on top of her. Ripping off her sweater and bra. Grabbing her enormous breasts, sucking them, biting her large and dark nipples like she always did. Taking off her leggings and thong, leaving her with colorful pubic hair, because that turned her on. And after undressing her completely, he started kissing her entire body. Licking from belly to neck and from one breast to the other. From ankle to crotch and from the word 'pussy' to the ass, lifting her legs. He wanted to make her come, make her know that his heat was there for her whenever she wanted. That his tongue, hands, feet, everything was there to make her come.
Connie let herself be done. She felt Miranda's body but didn't stop thinking about Negro Fernandez. His rough lips. His primitive and coarse way of searching for her sex. That instinctive need to get rid of the cum on top of him. She got hot thinking about his strong arms embracing her. His clumsy hands squeezing her breasts with lust. His lascivious face penetrating her with pleasure. His strong back and grasping her, pushing himself inside her, feeling him sweat next to her skin, filling her with each push of his cock in the 'pussy'. The images from that hot afternoon when he took her to his apartment kept coming back to her mind. And while Miranda was licking her clitoris, she saw again with her eyes closed the scene of his small and hard cock inside her mouth. His swollen testicles between her hands. His cries of pleasure with each lick on his frenulum.
He finished with Miranda's tongue and the Negro's gaze in her eyes as he finished inside hers a few days earlier. III
Connie hurried down the stairs. A cab was waiting for her at the door in ten minutes to take her to the airport. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she saw a man from the building opposite pushing a baby stroller. Instinctively, she raised her hand to greet him. He returned the greeting with a smile. It was the first time they had this kind of contact.
Inside the stroller, a seven-month-old baby slept. He was returning from work and going to make some purchases. The thong under his pants was starting to bother him with the heat. He felt sweaty buttocks. He wanted to get back quickly because he had promised his wife that he would paint his toenails different colors for that night and needed to take advantage of the baby's nap.
After three months of abstinence, she started asking for it and searching for him to resume their sexual life. It wasn't easy at first, with exhaustion and interruptions getting in the way, but little by little, with the warmth of their small games of domination, everything seemed to be heading in the right direction. He was incorporating women's lingerie. She told him he was her slut, her toy, her little comforter, and he got hotter every day, giving her his butt for her most lustful desires.
He returned from the Chinese restaurant in less than ten minutes. The baby was still sleeping, so he settled into his small bachelor room, taking off his shoes and pants and getting to work. She had asked him for colorful feet. At the supermarket, he only managed to get a fairly intense purple and a furious red. He had a blue somewhere lost and also used it. He balanced his lack of skill with desire and heat. Seeing his feet with painted toenails made him die of lust. He had also painfully depilated his legs at her request. Little by little, he was transforming in intimacy for his wife and for his own pleasure. Alone, he loved seeing himself in the mirror, taking pictures, and wanking off looking at himself in women's clothes. Some afternoon alone he leaned out the window so that the neighbors could see him, but that had been cut off just when the baby was born. It was getting dark and he had just finished his work. His feet were a colorful nonsense but he loved them. He looked outside and suddenly noticed the window of the first floor of the building across from him. A woman in her mid-forties was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, looking at him. She was wearing a long camisole with lace trim that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her eyes locked onto him. Barely, as if hiding from other gazes, her right hand went to her neckline and revealed her left breast for a few seconds. After that, she took a deep drag and went back inside the apartment, throwing the butt out the window. He saw the trail of light left by the cigarette as it fell and realized his cock had gotten hard under his thong. Fidel's crying pulled him out of his reverie. He quickly put on his pants and ran out of the room.
IV
Six months ago, it was a Sunday, Lucia remembered it well because she was returning from visiting her mother at a geriatric center on the Boulevard. It would have been around six or seven in the evening. That hour when suicides have crazy ideas. She was walking back home when her cell phone rang. It was Dominguez, her boss. The call was strange and she didn't answer. She wasn't in the mood to deal with work outside of hours. The ring tone sounded twice more without response. On the fourth try, a text message arrived: I need to see you now. It's for your own good. Obviously it was from Dominguez and she couldn't resist anymore. She called him back.
Hello, what's up? I need us to talk now. It's for your own good. Where are you? Boulevard and Pellegrini. Okay, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Want to grab a coffee at Piacere. Sure. From where she was until the café, it was about five blocks away. Lucia thought of all the possible occurrences that could ruin her Sunday afternoon with Dominguez's call. The most plausible one was his possible promotion. It had been over two years that I was waiting for it. It was sure to be that. Sure that Dominguez was reserving it for him, that moment of glory announcing the human resources management he deserved and actually exercised for some time. Sure that Dominguez would enjoy the moment and take advantage of giving her one or two kisses on the cheeks. Her enamoration was evident since always. They entered the company with a two-month difference, already 19 years ago. He had made a career and become a manager. She had become indispensable. He, single, looked at her with lust. She, first married and then divorced, never gave him the cold shoulder, but sometimes accepted taking a coffee. It was harmless and maintained labor peace.
When he arrived, Dominguez was already seated. He chose the table farthest away that he could. Wearing a Miami shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers too white to not be new. She sat down beside him.
- Lucia, I'm very worried. Actually, it gives me a bit of shame, but I don't want you to have to face this tomorrow at work. That's why I called. You know that I love you, but this is a bomb. Nothing, better not to give more spins. This arrived to me via WhatsApp. - and extending his cell phone showed her a photo of herself, from behind, in the men's bathroom at the company, opening her buttocks. Her ass open, dropping a drop of semen down one side. In the mirror, you could see her face barely sticking out her tongue and looking at Fabricio, who was taking the picture.
When Negro Fernandez got off his own, Connie felt her body full of his sweat, saliva, semen, and aroma. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs because she was lacking. Her heart beat strongly in her chest. She felt the sheets soaked with her own perspiration, as well as her completely perspired body. She had his cigarette breath and cock taste in her mouth. She felt her pubic area moist, viscous, and empty of her sex that had just filled it. Her vagina pulsed. She felt exhausted and satisfied. Dirty and sleepy. She saw the back of Negro while he got into the bathroom. His strong and hairy black back. His flaccid and white ass. A pleasant emptiness filled her and submerged her in doubts and certainties.
II
- It's just three months, Miru. The proposal is good, it's good money, and I'll get to know the South, which I never have.
Miranda listened silently from the other side of the bed in their shared department as Connie informed her that she was going to Comodoro Rivadavia to work on a photo shoot for an era film. The pay was good, it was true. It was also true that the proposal had come through Negro Fernandez, who would also be working on the film as a producer.
Behind them, the enormous photo of their entwined hands at Machu Pichu, the day they got married to Mother Earth. It had been almost four years and nothing was like then for Connie. She never felt completely lesbian. If she felt in love with Miranda, she enjoyed her company a lot, but she didn't fit into her intimate circle where everyone somehow related to the gay circuit.
- I want her but I'm bored.- she confessed to a friend once.
Miranda understood everything that was happening even if she didn't know the details. She was completely aware that she was losing her for a long time, but also knew she couldn't do anything to keep her. At that moment, he only kissed her. He gave her the most passionate kiss he could. He sank his tongue as deep as possible into Connie's throat. He pressed his body against hers, climbing on top of her. Ripping off her sweater and bra. Grabbing her enormous breasts, sucking them, biting her large and dark nipples like she always did. Taking off her leggings and thong, leaving her with colorful pubic hair, because that turned her on. And after undressing her completely, he started kissing her entire body. Licking from belly to neck and from one breast to the other. From ankle to crotch and from the word 'pussy' to the ass, lifting her legs. He wanted to make her come, make her know that his heat was there for her whenever she wanted. That his tongue, hands, feet, everything was there to make her come.
Connie let herself be done. She felt Miranda's body but didn't stop thinking about Negro Fernandez. His rough lips. His primitive and coarse way of searching for her sex. That instinctive need to get rid of the cum on top of him. She got hot thinking about his strong arms embracing her. His clumsy hands squeezing her breasts with lust. His lascivious face penetrating her with pleasure. His strong back and grasping her, pushing himself inside her, feeling him sweat next to her skin, filling her with each push of his cock in the 'pussy'. The images from that hot afternoon when he took her to his apartment kept coming back to her mind. And while Miranda was licking her clitoris, she saw again with her eyes closed the scene of his small and hard cock inside her mouth. His swollen testicles between her hands. His cries of pleasure with each lick on his frenulum.
He finished with Miranda's tongue and the Negro's gaze in her eyes as he finished inside hers a few days earlier. III
Connie hurried down the stairs. A cab was waiting for her at the door in ten minutes to take her to the airport. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she saw a man from the building opposite pushing a baby stroller. Instinctively, she raised her hand to greet him. He returned the greeting with a smile. It was the first time they had this kind of contact.
Inside the stroller, a seven-month-old baby slept. He was returning from work and going to make some purchases. The thong under his pants was starting to bother him with the heat. He felt sweaty buttocks. He wanted to get back quickly because he had promised his wife that he would paint his toenails different colors for that night and needed to take advantage of the baby's nap.
After three months of abstinence, she started asking for it and searching for him to resume their sexual life. It wasn't easy at first, with exhaustion and interruptions getting in the way, but little by little, with the warmth of their small games of domination, everything seemed to be heading in the right direction. He was incorporating women's lingerie. She told him he was her slut, her toy, her little comforter, and he got hotter every day, giving her his butt for her most lustful desires.
He returned from the Chinese restaurant in less than ten minutes. The baby was still sleeping, so he settled into his small bachelor room, taking off his shoes and pants and getting to work. She had asked him for colorful feet. At the supermarket, he only managed to get a fairly intense purple and a furious red. He had a blue somewhere lost and also used it. He balanced his lack of skill with desire and heat. Seeing his feet with painted toenails made him die of lust. He had also painfully depilated his legs at her request. Little by little, he was transforming in intimacy for his wife and for his own pleasure. Alone, he loved seeing himself in the mirror, taking pictures, and wanking off looking at himself in women's clothes. Some afternoon alone he leaned out the window so that the neighbors could see him, but that had been cut off just when the baby was born. It was getting dark and he had just finished his work. His feet were a colorful nonsense but he loved them. He looked outside and suddenly noticed the window of the first floor of the building across from him. A woman in her mid-forties was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, looking at him. She was wearing a long camisole with lace trim that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her eyes locked onto him. Barely, as if hiding from other gazes, her right hand went to her neckline and revealed her left breast for a few seconds. After that, she took a deep drag and went back inside the apartment, throwing the butt out the window. He saw the trail of light left by the cigarette as it fell and realized his cock had gotten hard under his thong. Fidel's crying pulled him out of his reverie. He quickly put on his pants and ran out of the room.
IV
Six months ago, it was a Sunday, Lucia remembered it well because she was returning from visiting her mother at a geriatric center on the Boulevard. It would have been around six or seven in the evening. That hour when suicides have crazy ideas. She was walking back home when her cell phone rang. It was Dominguez, her boss. The call was strange and she didn't answer. She wasn't in the mood to deal with work outside of hours. The ring tone sounded twice more without response. On the fourth try, a text message arrived: I need to see you now. It's for your own good. Obviously it was from Dominguez and she couldn't resist anymore. She called him back.
Hello, what's up? I need us to talk now. It's for your own good. Where are you? Boulevard and Pellegrini. Okay, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Want to grab a coffee at Piacere. Sure. From where she was until the café, it was about five blocks away. Lucia thought of all the possible occurrences that could ruin her Sunday afternoon with Dominguez's call. The most plausible one was his possible promotion. It had been over two years that I was waiting for it. It was sure to be that. Sure that Dominguez was reserving it for him, that moment of glory announcing the human resources management he deserved and actually exercised for some time. Sure that Dominguez would enjoy the moment and take advantage of giving her one or two kisses on the cheeks. Her enamoration was evident since always. They entered the company with a two-month difference, already 19 years ago. He had made a career and become a manager. She had become indispensable. He, single, looked at her with lust. She, first married and then divorced, never gave him the cold shoulder, but sometimes accepted taking a coffee. It was harmless and maintained labor peace.
When he arrived, Dominguez was already seated. He chose the table farthest away that he could. Wearing a Miami shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers too white to not be new. She sat down beside him.
- Lucia, I'm very worried. Actually, it gives me a bit of shame, but I don't want you to have to face this tomorrow at work. That's why I called. You know that I love you, but this is a bomb. Nothing, better not to give more spins. This arrived to me via WhatsApp. - and extending his cell phone showed her a photo of herself, from behind, in the men's bathroom at the company, opening her buttocks. Her ass open, dropping a drop of semen down one side. In the mirror, you could see her face barely sticking out her tongue and looking at Fabricio, who was taking the picture.
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