Cuando un chico beta tiene un Señor Alfa como Padre

He promised himself not to get his son's girlfriends anymore. Not after Agustín found out about the last one and fell into that strong depression. Miguel had gotten almost all of his son's girlfriends since he was 15. He didn't know how these things worked, if it was something that had a rational explanation or it was just simple chance. The thing is that first he got the blonde Jewish girl with a bovine face, whom he had to deflower. The blonde learned quickly and obviously got bored with Agustín, who wasn't prepared for more than a few kisses. He also got the brunette she met in the summer. Already on the beach they had crossed a few glances that left little room for doubt, and when returning to Alce Viejo, during one of the girl's visits to her house, he simply gave in. He was with her for months, almost every evening, while his son studied at secondary school. A return visit didn't come and he took charge, but she entered a crisis, he was afraid of going to jail and they stopped seeing each other. With a full wallet of money, Miguel convinced her to disappear. The girl smiled and disappeared, and he wondered if it hadn't all been a setup. Far from getting angry, he understood that life had taught him a lesson. There he discovered that the money was what seduced them. His son brought them to him, but he was an idiot and useless, didn't represent competition; and he only had to show that he had the wallet. So he got the next three girlfriends of Agustín's. His son would get engaged at the dance, at the club, wherever. Later or sooner, they'd bring them home (when Miguel got excited, he started insisting on his son inviting his girlfriends over, even if they'd gone out three times) and there the girls would give themselves away to certain and determined displays of money. Miguel knew he had to have a spectacular car, a latest-generation cell phone, expensive shoes and jacket. The rest didn't matter. When he put on... those, his son's girlfriends always ended up kissing his pillow and asking for more cock. Because he was better at it than that other jerk. Only that one day the other jerk arrived earlier and caught him. That's when he promised not to do it again. And he kept it until Dayana appeared. Well, Dayana was his son's next girlfriend, so he didn't keep his promise for long. With Dayana things were different from the start. And for several reasons. First, the girl was a delight. She was in a whole other category of woman, definitely not in her son's category and Miguel doubted she was even in his own. Dayana was a girl who could perfectly be a model or on TV. Not only did she have a perfect body, but she was also very very beautiful, and unlike the other girlfriends of the idiot, you could tell there was a minimum of roughness and education. The other difference was that his son no longer went to high school in the afternoons, which was when Miguel would hook up with his girlfriends. Now he worked at his business (Miguel's), a furniture store for businesses. Don't think Agustín didn't make an effort to delay introducing Dayana to his father. As much as Miguel insisted that he bring his girlfriend, he always found a good excuse not to do so, such was his fear. Until one day Dayana appeared at the business because she was walking around. Miguel, of course, was in the store. Agustín darkened, swallowed saliva and had no choice but to make the introductions. Miguel gazed at the girl with his eyes, and Dayana returned the compliment with sparkling eyes. She looked at her watch, took in the business from head to toe, nodded towards the old man's cell phone when he pulled it out - on purpose - to search for something unimportant on the internet. Miguel read it immediately, and although he had promised not to screw any more of his son's girlfriends, he knew that mouth and that perfect Booty implanted in an extremely tight jean were too much. They would fill up with cock and cum daily, and it wouldn't necessarily be his son's; and they said if Agustín was going to keep seeing that girl, he'd be the king of the cuckolds, and if there was no remedy for him being a poor and unhappy cuck, then it wasn't so bad if he did it himself; after all, it was better that he did it than someone else. He wouldn't hurt his son or want to steal his girlfriend. Just screw her. So he convinced himself and the following week when Agustín brought Dayana to dinner at home, Miguel knew he would turn his son into the greatest cuck of the world because that beauty, that exquisite girl with a good-girl demeanor, was the devil in every gesture, every look, especially because on that night she understood clearly that as long as Miguel lived, the one who controlled the money would be him and Agustín was just an employee. Dayana knew - he made sure she knew - that Agustín didn't even have access to the cash box and since then he had been working less, only in the mornings, so he could have free afternoons to enjoy life and money more, because when we die, we take nothing with us. Jajaja, Dayana's fake laughs; Agustín's worried ones. The first thing Miguel did at that dinner, as soon as Dayana walked in, was to give her a lavish bouquet of flowers and gallantly take off her jacket. Agustín furrowed his brow, fearful of his father's attitude, but Dayana received it as a gesture of chivalry and old-fashioned manners, giving him a smile, a thank you and a loud kiss on the cheek. When Miguel went to hang up her jacket to store it, he casually brushed against her Booty with his forearm in a minimal, casual, silly... Perverse move. —Agustín, go see how much meat is left on that thing... —No, pa, I want to show Daya around the house... —Go see that, don't contradict me and serve some purpose! Agustín stayed. Not because he was surprised by the treatment, for that he was already used to, but because it seemed to him that his father was planning something. He hesitated a bit, doubted. --Come on, love--invited Dayana.--Let your dad show you... Miguel took Dayana by the waist and led her away from the living room. The booty inside the jeans was a monument to perfection. Miguel had to make titanic efforts not to lower his hand and touch it. He didn't want to pass up this girl, who seemed more awake and worldly than the other girls brought by his son's useless father. He decided not to advance on the booty but neither did he withdraw his hand from her waist. That way, he showed her the living room and then quickly the bathrooms and the backyard. Miguel noticed that the girl didn't bother with the permanent contact of his hand, so he relaxed and, unintentionally, his erection started to subside. He took her upstairs where the bedrooms were. He knew that if the girl still doubted, the two-story house would convince her. The bedrooms were large and his had a huge jacuzzi, which Dayana celebrated with party eyes. --What a great jacuzzi, Miguel! It must be spectacular bathing in it... --It's spectacular, my love! One of the most pleasurable sensations you can experience... --I'm sure it is! --Of course, when you're having sex, clear--Miguel winked an eye, seeking complicity. Dayana smiled and hit his chest, scolding and celebrating his humor at the same time. --And even better to enjoy a pleasure mixed with the other... Miguel had his cock overflowing his pants by that point. He laughed, touched her casually a bit more, and they both studied each other's limits. --Does Agustín's room also have a jacuzzi? The old man delighted in the almost explicit interest of the girl. Dayana was a climber, but she lacked street smarts, and her material interest was evident. Miguel boasted to know it beforehand. --No, no... Agustín's room is very small... Not even a bathtub could fit... --How...? --Come, I'll show you. It's downstairs, in the backyard, at the back of everything. When they passed by again... the dining room to leave, Agustín crossed them. —It's almost time for the meat, pa. Can I go with...? —Put the table, don't bother me. We have to take good care of your girlfriend… Agustín stayed hard and only looked at how his father was taking his girlfriend from the waist. The small room at the back was a little brick house made of grey shell, without plaster. It was very small and poorly lit, had a shower and a bed for one person, with an old kerosene stove. Dayana was surprised. —Is... does Agustín live here...? —He sleeps. He only sleeps. He lives in the house, but to sleep and to... well... take his girlfriends, he always had this... It's what he could earn... —How did you earn it? —I don't want my children to be freeloaders, so they earn their money like anyone else... —Ah... That's good... So they learn to fight for it and get it like everyone else... Like his father... —Dayana supported her hand on the old man's arm—. You really knew how to do things well... Look at everything you achieved... He has a business, an enormous house, a BMW... When Dayana mentioned the BMW, Miguel knew he was going to get her soon and quickly. He took advantage of the fact that she was pressed between the bed and the dresser to pass by with a silly excuse. The proximity, the pressing of the bodies, better said, gave him the perfect excuse to cross the line with impunity. —May I...? I want to show you something... —and passed between Dayana and the dresser, taking her from the waist, half to grab onto, half to make room and pass; and took advantage of it, deliberately lowering his hand a little and touching the upper part of his wife's Booty; Dios, what exquisite. What curves and hardness. Nothing more than feeling her perfume and touching her barely below the waist, the old man got hard again. On the other side, there was a metal statuette on the table over there that Miguel took. When he returned to Dayana, she was looking at something on the dresser with her back turned. She was playing at having turned around deliberately, to show herself from behind, but above all waiting for the old man's return. Miguel took advantage of it and as he passed through that narrow space again, he took her by the waist once more, but this time with those fabulous buttocks towards him. With one of his hands resting under her waist, on the girl's rump, he slid the cock in hard all over her Booty, with a dubious dissimulation. She -he couldn't be sure, but he believed she did - pulled out a little of her Booty to make the pressure stronger. At that moment, Agustín entered, just as Miguel was pulling away from his girlfriend. The food is ready and the table's set. Are you coming? -Agustín, why don't you tell him about the prize you won? -Did you win a prize, my love? -S... yes... regional sales... -and he pointed to the small trophy his father had in hand with his eyes. The father cleared his throat and added: Well, actually it was a second-place finish... -Dad! -What? You're not going to sustain this relationship based on lies, aren't you, son? -Agustín, don't lie to me, eh! I can't stand the deceptions! They were already in the patio, heading back to the house. Yes, yes... I came second... It doesn't matter, let's eat... -And who came first? -I did, my love... -Miguel concludes, taking his wife again by the waist-. This good-for-nothing can't do anything better than me... -Nothing, nothing? -Nothing. At dinner, the conversation revolved around several topics, but mostly about Dayana and Miguel. Agustín felt isolated, diminished. Not ignored, because every two or three times they sent him to get something from the kitchen. Miguel observed that Dayana brought up the topic of money repeatedly, although never directly. How well did Miguel know these girls! Dayana wanted to know, or in this case, learn more about the matter Agustín didn't have benefits over his father's good position. ... The store is mine, I made it myself -explained Miguel, taking a sip of red wine-. And I worked my whole life, so the money is also mine... -Yes, I understand... -Dayana was sitting in front of her father-in-law, her eyes wide open and her elbows resting on the table, holding her head and smile over hers- Hands entwined— I think it's fair... —That's how they learn and I give myself treats... When he said 'I give myself treats', Miguel looked at the girl deliberately into her eyes. Dayana caught the gesture and stretched the corner of her lips a millimeter, in a smile of embarrassment. —But don't think I do it out of miserliness, huh? I'm not miserable. I spend a lot. I spend on me, on people I like, on what I feel like, do you understand? —I... I think so... —For example... Let's say you impress me... You seem like a nice girl, you're very pretty... —Thanks, Miguel... —She gave him puppy eyes. —So let's say there's good vibes between us, we get along, we become friends... I'm capable of giving you gifts just because, do you understand? Or lending you money... —Dad, we're having dinner, Dayana doesn't want you to talk about that... Dayana turned and glared at him. —Shut up Agustín, let your dad speak! —Do you see when he said this is a waste of time, Day? —You're a waste of time, Agustín! —She yelled at her now more fiercely. She immediately relaxed her shoulders, turned towards the old man and smiled sweetly—. What kind of gifts, Miguel...? —A perfume... A bracelet... Expensive shoes, boots... —Oh, what lovely gifts! —Dayana got excited, playing with her index finger over the neckline of her sweater. When they finished dinner, the sentence became so obvious that Agustín was already getting up before he heard it. —Clear the table, serve for something! Agustín grabbed a plate, two, three... A glass, two, three... He wanted to do it quickly, clear everything in as few trips as possible to the kitchen, because he didn't want to leave his father and girlfriend alone for too long. He saw Dayana getting up, and despite the sweater not being very low-cut, a good part of her bra was visible. It all happened so fast that he got desperate, was nervous, very clumsy, gathering things... And the last wine glass slipped out of his fingers... and the wine went straight to his girlfriend's lap. —Ayyy! —Dayana yelled and jumped back when the '... Vine and soaked his jeans. Miguel crucified his son with a glance. All his effort to make the night perfect was going down the drain. —You stupid shit, look what you're doing to your girlfriend! —It was an accident, dad! Dayana also seemed very angry. That must have been her best pantaloon. —You idiot, you ruined my only good jeans! —she shouted, and threw a pepper at him, which was the first thing she found on the table. —Forgive me, my love, it was an accident! Miguel rushed at his son with his hand raised. —You're always the same useless one, you! Always the same useless one! And he hit him twice over the head, which Agustín barely dodged, hiding it between his arms. —Don't hit me, dad! It was an accident! —Look what you did to the girl! I'll deduct money from this month's paycheck so you can buy her the best jeans in the most expensive shopping mall! And only then Miguel went towards his daughter-in-law, who remained standing, stretched out, and looking at the endless stain on her pantaloon. Miguel knelt down before her and took hold of her legs. He lifted his face and looked at his daughter-in-law's eyes. —Look how this useless one left you... Dayana smiled, unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper. She turned around on her feet, leaving her back to her father-in-law, her perfect Booty about to explode on the old man's face. She arched a little and started to maneuver to take down her pantaloon. Agustín approached, trembling, and breathed to say something. He didn't manage to say anything. —You stupid shit, clean up all the mess you made and finish lifting the table! The useless one obeyed and Dayana put her fingers on each side of her hip and started to take down her pantaloon slowly, pulling it down a little bit from one side, a little bit from the other. The fabulous Booty, the round Booty, perfect, voluminous of that fantastic girl began to appear before Miguel's eyes. His cock grew bigger as he listened to his son in the kitchen. The jeans continued to go down slowly, Dayana had to pull it out even more... Booty, now that everything was very tight. Almost I could touch that ass with his lips, but he was a respectful man: his son was now lifting the table at two meters, in front of them. When the jean left Booty exposed, it revealed a red and tiny thong, embedded and lost between the buttocks, which had just returned voluminous to the pussy. —I knew... —Miguel murmured. —What, grandfather? —Nothing, my love... —Miguel helped to lower the jean with a blow once it had passed the round Booty, the rest was only pulling down. Dayana lifted one foot, then the other, and the jean remained on the floor, and her son's girlfriend remained semi-naked and at his mercy. She stood up trembling, hadn't seen a body so tremendous in years like that, and to get up she deliberately took hold of the buttocks, of both cheeks of that incredible Booty. —Excuse me... —she apologized, but delayed too long in withdrawing the handling. An eternity. —It's okay —She smiled—. We're like family. —Now I'll ask that good-for-nothing to wash it off, although I don't think the wine is going out... —I'll ask you, Miguel. The old man stayed. —Agustín, come here! —she imperatively shouted. Agustín arrived from a run, with wet hands and his shirt greased from the kitchen. —Take it, good-for-nothing, I served for something and go wash my pants! And try not to ruin them again! Agustín saw his girlfriend almost naked from the waist down. She was beautiful, but with her father next to her he couldn't be contemplative. —My love, put on...! —And go, I'm telling you! Agustín took the pants and went to the laundry room. Miguel and Dayana were left alone. —Don't worry about that jean. I'll deduct all your salary from this month and give it to you like that so you can buy a bunch of clothes. —¡All my salary!!!?? —she got excited. —All, all. —Oh, Miguel, thank you! You are a gentleman! And she went and hung herself around his neck, lifted and gave him a kiss on the cheek, too close to the lips. Agustín was seriously useless. When he arrived at laundry found itself with a grave and impossible to resolve problem: should it wash the jeans with common soap or with washing machine soap? Because even though it was going to do it by hand, it was clothes. It was certainly much more uncomfortable to wash by hand with powder soap, but the soap was in powder form for washing clothes in the washing machine. He knew they were going to yell at him, but he went to ask his father. It was better that they scold him a little now than get hit if he used the wrong soap. He returned to the living room, and almost fainted. —Dad! Dayana! His girlfriend was settled along the couch, on the armrest and back of the sofa. She had one leg kneeling and the other on the floor, wearing a shirt and naked from the waist down, with her pants unzipped for the side. Behind her, his father was penetrating her lasciviously, pumping without stopping, with his pants and underwear up to his knees. —Don't get angry, Agustín! —his father pumped a couple more times and stopped, remaining quiet with his cock inside Dayana. He still had his hands on her buttocks. —You're screwing my girlfriend, Dad! I told you... I promised... —I know, I know... But I swear this is the last time... —Dayana, you... You... —And that's what happens when you throw wine on my clothes... When I took off my jeans, one thing led to another... —Yes, one thing led to another, son... —But if I left them alone for less than a minute! With subtlety, Miguel slightly opened the fabulous Booty of his daughter-in-law, smoothly, and moved as if to give his face to his son. Only that in the movement he buried a little more cock. —I promise this is the last time, son, seriously! —and very slowly. Miguel resumed pumping. He buried his cock and noticed how Dayana imperceptibly lifted her tiny ass for him to go deeper. The cock was slow but uninterrupted until the end. —Ahhhh...! —Dayana moaned. —Dad! —This is the last time, Agustín! I swear it's true! —and buried more. Miguel squeezed and pressed his two daughters' buttocks towards him. Dayana while pulling out the cock. The red thong was running towards Augustin's side, who looked at everything with wide eyes and a trembling chin. The diaper was tangled in one of his fingers. Miguel started to bury the cock again. It was thick and very rough, and Augustin almost could hear the sound of the skin going into his girlfriend. —My love! —he claimed—. Say something! —What a piece of cock your dad has...! Ahhhhhh...! Augustin would have preferred it if Dayana didn't say anything. Miguel went to pull her out again, and before the head could come out, he buried it again. Harder. —Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...!!! —Dad, you're going to hurt her! —Shut up, cuck, and go wash my jeans! —Dayana opened her eyes and looked ugly at her boyfriend. But then she turned back to make sure there was more cock—. Go on, Miguel... Go on... —Dayana! Miguel separated the cheeks of the Booty again and buried the cock. —Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!! Grandpa, for Godsss...!!! Ufffgh...! —Please, stop fucking her, Dad! I beg you! —What I want most is to screw your girlfriend until she's up to her ovaries, Augustin! And another time with the cock all the way in. —I promised...! You promised me that never again...! —I know, son, I know...! And I swear this is the last time...! Dayana narrowed her eyes when the old man drilled her again until he hit the bottom. Miguel was rubbing her ass and waist, and looking at her with a wolfish lasciviousness. —Stop fucking me! But her father couldn't ignore it. —It's just this one time! It's really the last, seriously! Already Dayana was nodding forward and backward with the old man's pumping. Her hair was agitated and turned towards the front, covering her face and making her more of a slut. She arched her back to let him go deeper, and in the arching her breasts inside the sweater grew until they drew out her nipples. —Please...! —Seriously, Augustin... Ahhhh... seriously... it's really the last... Uhhhhh... the last time you're going to fuck a girlfriend... fffggghhh... Augustin went forward, where his girlfriend's head was... She was still shaking with each thrust. —Dayana, is it because of the jeans? Are you doing this to avenge the jeans? —Hahaha! No, horn... —Dayana took hold of the armrest of the couch and lifted herself up a bit, climbing onto the lapels of her boyfriend's shirt to better support herself from all the shaking—. My dad already told me that I'll get everything... ah... your salary this month so that I can... God... buy whatever clothes I want... —What? But... but... a jean costs 300 pesos and my salary is 1,800!! —Agustín, don't be stingy! —Miguel intervened, now holding Dayana by the waist, as if to keep her from going forward with each thrust—. This is the least you should do for this precious one! —But why are you having sex then...? Dayana didn't stop shaking and agitating. She grabbed her boyfriend better and leaned her head on him, almost on his face—. I don't know... he told me he'd give me your salary... Ahhh... and I couldn't avoid it... —Are you letting yourself be had for 1,800 pesos? Just then Dayana opened her eyes wide and looked at her boyfriend. —Oh, Agustín, you should learn from your dad that you shouldn't focus on the money! —And received another thrust from her father-in-law—: Ahhhhhh...! —Because those 1,800 pesos are mine! Dayana ignored him completely. She brought her face back and smiled at Miguel. A quick glance and she got off his cock. Miguel leaned back on the couch, and Dayana went to mount him again, like the slut she was turning out to be. Agustín felt hurt by all the movement, but couldn't help but appreciate his girlfriend's perfect curves. What Booty and waist she had, Holy Virgin! —I never thought you could be like that, Dayana... —No, my love... —Dayana settled on top of the old man, one leg on each side, over the groin—. I'm not like that... I swear this is the last time I'll cuck you... —She dug down until she found the cock and took it by the base with determination—. It was a moment of weakness, nothing more... —They all say the same thing... —No, I swear! I'm not like that —And then Miguel's cock started to get hard again—. Ahhhhhhh...! This is the last time, my love! Ahhhhhhh...! —Jurameló… Dayana began riding Miguel in front of his stunned boyfriend. With each movement, she went all the way to the bottom. —I swear to you, my love, I swear... Ahhhh... Yesii... Yesii, Miguel, yesii... —The friction was audible throughout the living room and mortified poor Agustín. Suddenly Dayana stopped—. Oh, don't you get my thong a little to the side, my love? It's getting tangled with your dad's cock. The cuck was like an automaton and ran his wife's skirt so they could screw her better. —Please... I won't be able to take it... And ride that cock again. —This is the last time I'll make you cuck, my love... You trust me... —Dayana said while swallowing her father-in-law's entire mast—. Trust me... ohhh... —¡In me too, son! —Miguel jumped up very happily, as if greeting him—. I also am the last time I'll fuck your girlfriend... Miguel had Dayana by the waist and moved his pelvis upwards to deepen each penetration. He felt that exquisite pussy wrapping around his cock with warmth and moisture, and his useless and idiot son there beside him giving a pathetic cuck. He realized he couldn't take it anymore. —I don't trust you, old degenerate! —Agustín, don't be like that! Respect him, he's your father! Dayana kept riding the cock. —¡No confío! ¡Es un viejo hijo de puta que se cogió a todas mis otras novias! —¡Ahhhhhh...! —Dayana! —What did you do to me, my love? —Dayana rode the cock for an instant before emptying it. —He got all of them. And then he screwed her good and deep. —¡Ahhhhhh...! ¡Síiiiiiiiiii...! And went back up. —¿And what did you do to me, my love...? What exactly did you do to me? —Me... took one by one... —¡¡Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! And then he screwed her again. —Yes... yes... yes... yes... síiii... Keep telling me, keep... ¡Ahhhhh...! Miguel helped: with each jerk of the little girl, he lifted his pelvis and buried himself— until the throat. —He made me cuck... with all... —Siiii... síiii... keep going... Seguiiiihhh... What did he do to you? —He made me cuck! —Siiii... ahhhhhhh...!!! What did he do to you? —He made me cuck, my love... Don't you hear me...? —Cuck! Yes, he made me cuck!!! AHHHHHH...!!! Cuck, síii... cuck... cuck... cuck... Cornudooohhh...! —Yes, I already told you! —AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....!!! Cornudooohhhh...! Miguel encouraged: —And it was going inside!! —No, not by God...!! I'm done, cornudoooohhh!! I'm done, ohhhh...!! Dayana didn't get along with Miguel. He was an animal in heat that pistoned on the old cock at a fierce speed and savage rhythm. It was sticking the cock one and a million times, nodding, finishing, gasping his hair invading his face, clawing the orgasm with his nails to his victimizer —You filled them up with cum, cornudooohhh!! —S... sí... I filled them up... with cum... Dayana came with her eyes closed, enjoying the rugosity of that cock inside her. She was finishing just when she began to feel the spasms in her father-in-law's cock. —Is it coming, Miguel? Is it coming? —Yes, slut, síiihh...! —Dad, don't call my girlfriend a slut! Miguel lifted his hands and touched Dayana's nipples, under the sweater. He wanted to cum milking those spectacular tits. But it was going to get complicated. Without stopping penetration, he put her on her back over the headrest, following each other face-to-face, and made her wrap her legs around him. He literally stuck it in until his balls. —Ay, Miguel...!! —Ahhhhhhh...! Slut... I feel so good!! You're a delight...! —Dad, what are you going to do...? —It's coming, my love... Don't you understand? —No! —Agustín watched how the thick cock of his father perforated the well-tight pussy of his love. And he was scandalized—. You're screwing without a condom, don't finish inside! —I already told you that... uuuffffhhh... it's the last time, Agustín... Ahhhhh... —I know, but I'm telling you not to finish inside, please... —No... it's the last time you'll fuck me... It's the last, Agustín... —¡¡Ya sé que es the last one, but he did it outside, dad!! —Síiii… ahhh… afue… afue… ahhhhhhh… Miguel was moving faster and faster and pushing deeper inside her, and Dayana was hugging him with her legs and arms, pulling him in and kissing his neck. It was hard, impossible to resist. And he came. —Outside, dadaa!! Deep inside. —¡Ahhhhhhhhhhh…!! ¡Putitaaaaaahhh…!!! —¡¡Outaaa, son of putaaaa!! —¡¡¡Ahoooooohhhhhhh by God...!!!!! The first cumshot hit Dayana from the inside like a spark. She felt the warmth well inside her as her lover twisted with pleasure and his cuck clung to his head. —My love, noooo!!! —Take it, slut! Take the milkahhhh…! He pumped her and didn't stop pumping her while still shooting cum inside her, taking her by the ass and impaling her well, like to leave her with every last drop of pleasure. —You finished all inside! You're a son of a slut, dad! —No... No, son... uhhhh... I swear it's the last time... —And she—: You left me dry, baby... —And you, Dayana... how did you leave yourself...? Agustín was sniffling when his father turned to Dayana to whisper something. —What a good Booty you have... what good boobs and cock-sucking face you have, baby... And she, like a bell. —Ay, Miguel, the things he says! Agustín saw his father blow, getting rid of all the joy he had; he saw him repositioning his girlfriend as if she were a doll, just to admire her Booty, that perfect ass that was supposed to be only his; he saw him leaning forward and kissing one of his girlfriend's buttocks to finally withdraw his fat cock, softened by cum. The flop! when pulling out the cock was followed by some giggles and his sobbing. Only then did the other two get serious. Dayana wasn't for weaknesses: —Useless, what are you still doing here?! Go wash that jean before the wine you threw doesn't come out anymore! Dayana began to clean up the old man's groin from the last cum left. Miguel was... acariciaba the head. —They stuck their horns in me... that's bad... it's very bad... —Agustín complained between sobs. —I already told you it's the last time, what else do you want me to say? You're never satisfied with anything...! —Dayana got up and went upstairs in her red skirt with some difficulty. She was very tangled—. And besides, you ruined my good pants... Agustín turned without looking away from the wooden floor. He picked up his soul, his body, all his humanity, and went to the laundry without caring what soap to use.

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Now Dayana left the room remembering her first encounter with Miguel. God, how she had caught him in these last two years. If only the cuck knew what followed that supposed one-night stand... Although she suspected that, deep down, the cuck knew, but was too afraid to admit it to himself. Agustín was in the kitchen, with a Coca Booty and half-eaten sandwich.

—My love, you look radiant today! —You're getting fat like a pig! Stop eating sandwiches! Agustín approached her, drooling and smelling of mortadella. —And good, silly! If I came to do some exercise! Dayana pushed his face away with disgust and got rid of him.

—First wash your teeth, take a bath, and clean up this mess you made. I'm going to buy something for tonight, my dad gave me money... —But, life, I want it now, not tonight... If only you knew what makes my old man work, by the time I get home at night, I'm always exhausted and fall asleep in five minutes...

—And good, make yourself a drink, my love... That's all you do in the room lately... —Don't be mean, Day... Besides, with what money are you going to buy if I don't have a peso? I won't get paid until Friday...

—Your dad gave me some money today. —Again? Dayana took out some bills and put them away in her purse, took the street keys and left the kitchen. Agustín followed behind.

—Yes, he gave it to me again. He always gives it to me when he can... —I don't like him giving you anything. You're my man... —Already I know, my love... You are my man... —said Dayana, opening the door. She came out moving her hips sensually to face the day and a city full of men. And she added, already losing herself and not waiting for an answer— ...but he who gives it is him... FIN