The name says fantasy because that third encounter has not yet been given, but I imagine it like this.
It's just the feeling left in my Booty hasn't stopped making me think about him, my male, who made me understand that I was his slut.
But the cobra for encounter, and as now I don't have money only remains to desire it, imagining giving him the pleasure he deserves.
Friday evening, I contacted my male to hint at my desire to see him and enjoy his masculinity which can do so much with me.
-Hi you, can you talk?
-Yes, puti tell me
-Hi papi! I want to see you, want to be your nena
-Jaja, of course, my cock is addictive, look how you'll pay
-I know papi, and I'll pay gladly, besides I'm in a position to spend some extra money
-Ah okay, you'll buy me cigars and beer, we'll meet at 9 pm
-Yes papi.
I got ready, put on my nena clothes under my normal clothes and went to his encounter.
We passed by a kiosk and bought the cigars, gum, and beer he asked for, then straight to the hotel...
Already on the way, my Booty was palpitating with the memory of the beautiful screw from last time, imagine you all that being in that room, composed of a bed, mirrors, and dim lights, my Booty exploded with desire.
I left dressed as nena and turned around to show myself, tight skirt, short black pants, and white thong, all stuffed into my Booty, finally red white socks.
He smiled while listening to him say ah, but what a promiscuous tasty
Those who have like me the luck of having been the woman of such a man will know, the rest I'll tell: When I was showering, or dressing, or going by the way very promiscuous, but masculine, but I know that during the encounter, with each action, gesture, or moment, more nena, slut, and submissive me makes.
So after those words, I only thought about supporting my hands on the wall, opening my legs and lifting up my skirt a bit, inviting him to touch me if he wanted. And so it was, I felt his hand pressing my butt strongly.
Then it turned around, pressed my face and ordered me to light him a cigarette, then make me kneel down while he lowered his zipper. As I said before, each of these actions was turning me into the slut I wanted to be. Happy and looking at his eyes, I felt myself licking his boxer, cock and balls. I don't know how to express in words the pleasure I felt feeling that smell that men or males do not know or desire, because this was my pleasure, the pleasure of a slut. Obviously and without extending further, I started to passively move my tongue on his cock, enjoying it, but mainly seeking his pleasure. Gently kissing his head, I asked if he wanted beer or something and he nodded. -I'll then serve you beer to my male, I said as I moved away shaking my booty. -Haha, do you like that? Serving? -Yes, but I like pleasing you more, the man who made me feel like your woman, your slut. -Haha, I'll fuck you however you want, I love your booty. -And I yield to your cravings, my male. Then I prepared myself to suck him off as expected of a dedicated slut like me, pressing my lips against the trunk, careful not to scratch with my teeth and moving my tongue in each movement of my head, going up and down, without stopping, savoring his enormous cock that was hard and hot at this point. I asked him please to choke me by pushing it all the way in, but he didn't...and I didn't insist, almost without thinking, because my greatest desire was his pleasure. After not knowing how long I was sucking that beautiful cock, on my knees with my booty well lifted, with the thong fully inside, I saw him looking at my ass in the mirror and knew what came next... He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, made me buy lubricant for what he called the service, put the most slutty voice that came out. Because by that point my transformation into his woman was quite advanced, I felt like a whole slut facing that man who enjoyed me as such, and I knew that what was coming would complete my mental transformation. Being it's 3:30 AM I'll leave it here because the truth is I enjoy being your slut so much that at the moment of writing this it gets long, so next time I'll count with details on the pleasure of being fucked by my guy.
It's just the feeling left in my Booty hasn't stopped making me think about him, my male, who made me understand that I was his slut.
But the cobra for encounter, and as now I don't have money only remains to desire it, imagining giving him the pleasure he deserves.
Friday evening, I contacted my male to hint at my desire to see him and enjoy his masculinity which can do so much with me.
-Hi you, can you talk?
-Yes, puti tell me
-Hi papi! I want to see you, want to be your nena
-Jaja, of course, my cock is addictive, look how you'll pay
-I know papi, and I'll pay gladly, besides I'm in a position to spend some extra money
-Ah okay, you'll buy me cigars and beer, we'll meet at 9 pm
-Yes papi.
I got ready, put on my nena clothes under my normal clothes and went to his encounter.
We passed by a kiosk and bought the cigars, gum, and beer he asked for, then straight to the hotel...
Already on the way, my Booty was palpitating with the memory of the beautiful screw from last time, imagine you all that being in that room, composed of a bed, mirrors, and dim lights, my Booty exploded with desire.
I left dressed as nena and turned around to show myself, tight skirt, short black pants, and white thong, all stuffed into my Booty, finally red white socks.
He smiled while listening to him say ah, but what a promiscuous tasty
Those who have like me the luck of having been the woman of such a man will know, the rest I'll tell: When I was showering, or dressing, or going by the way very promiscuous, but masculine, but I know that during the encounter, with each action, gesture, or moment, more nena, slut, and submissive me makes.
So after those words, I only thought about supporting my hands on the wall, opening my legs and lifting up my skirt a bit, inviting him to touch me if he wanted. And so it was, I felt his hand pressing my butt strongly.
Then it turned around, pressed my face and ordered me to light him a cigarette, then make me kneel down while he lowered his zipper. As I said before, each of these actions was turning me into the slut I wanted to be. Happy and looking at his eyes, I felt myself licking his boxer, cock and balls. I don't know how to express in words the pleasure I felt feeling that smell that men or males do not know or desire, because this was my pleasure, the pleasure of a slut. Obviously and without extending further, I started to passively move my tongue on his cock, enjoying it, but mainly seeking his pleasure. Gently kissing his head, I asked if he wanted beer or something and he nodded. -I'll then serve you beer to my male, I said as I moved away shaking my booty. -Haha, do you like that? Serving? -Yes, but I like pleasing you more, the man who made me feel like your woman, your slut. -Haha, I'll fuck you however you want, I love your booty. -And I yield to your cravings, my male. Then I prepared myself to suck him off as expected of a dedicated slut like me, pressing my lips against the trunk, careful not to scratch with my teeth and moving my tongue in each movement of my head, going up and down, without stopping, savoring his enormous cock that was hard and hot at this point. I asked him please to choke me by pushing it all the way in, but he didn't...and I didn't insist, almost without thinking, because my greatest desire was his pleasure. After not knowing how long I was sucking that beautiful cock, on my knees with my booty well lifted, with the thong fully inside, I saw him looking at my ass in the mirror and knew what came next... He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, made me buy lubricant for what he called the service, put the most slutty voice that came out. Because by that point my transformation into his woman was quite advanced, I felt like a whole slut facing that man who enjoyed me as such, and I knew that what was coming would complete my mental transformation. Being it's 3:30 AM I'll leave it here because the truth is I enjoy being your slut so much that at the moment of writing this it gets long, so next time I'll count with details on the pleasure of being fucked by my guy.
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