The last time I saw a brunette wasn't in the best way, half-naked, very angry shouting at me:
You're throwing everything away for a pair of tits, go shit in your pants!
I spend a good time and in an innocent virtual reunion we arrange to take some mates to chat, tell each other how our lives were going and catch up on the things that had happened to us since we stopped seeing each other.
What feeling would we have of going back to being one in front of the other? Several years passed, would the resentment last? Fight?
All day I had been thinking about it, going over the conversations again and again trying to find a sign that I should wait that afternoon. Half an hour before the scheduled time, she sends me a message saying 'I'm downstairs' but poorly written, clumsy...and if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that she didn't have clumsy hands.
With a rare tranquility I opened the door, I remember the tremendous heat of that day, we didn't make much eye contact, I could only pay attention to one thing...to that tremendous cleavage. The brunette was a lovely woman, about 1.70, brown eyes, a booty that didn't draw attention, lovely mouth, lovely eyes and enormous tits, firm, with dark nipples. She obviously realized my eyes were only looking there...and already had me in the palm of her hand...what a jerk...
You're throwing everything away for a pair of tits, go shit in your pants!
I spend a good time and in an innocent virtual reunion we arrange to take some mates to chat, tell each other how our lives were going and catch up on the things that had happened to us since we stopped seeing each other.
What feeling would we have of going back to being one in front of the other? Several years passed, would the resentment last? Fight?
All day I had been thinking about it, going over the conversations again and again trying to find a sign that I should wait that afternoon. Half an hour before the scheduled time, she sends me a message saying 'I'm downstairs' but poorly written, clumsy...and if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that she didn't have clumsy hands.
With a rare tranquility I opened the door, I remember the tremendous heat of that day, we didn't make much eye contact, I could only pay attention to one thing...to that tremendous cleavage. The brunette was a lovely woman, about 1.70, brown eyes, a booty that didn't draw attention, lovely mouth, lovely eyes and enormous tits, firm, with dark nipples. She obviously realized my eyes were only looking there...and already had me in the palm of her hand...what a jerk...
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