CHAPTER 2Pigeon on the sofa with legs...
Seximente the porn stars jumped with each shock of the horror movie, balancing seximente their enormous globes. Alberto was more relaxed and followed the movie with his gaze, not diverting it to put his hand in the bowl for popcorn. Paloma realized this and only put her hand in the bowl for popcorn when Alberto's hand was inside, aiming to touch and provoke a glance, unable to avoid a fixed and lustful look at her exposed breasts. She wanted to make him horny, that made her go crazy seeing him suffer and swallow saliva, sending him those contained and luxurious gazes, and later, like the other day in the bathroom, with a little lubricant oil and she would destroy herself with her finger.
The bowl of popcorn won't take long to finish. Giving a glance and a mischievous smile at Alberto, I took the bowl away, and approached the boy until he grabbed my arm, pressing his breasts against my arm.
Fuck this movie, it's really scary, makes me want to grab you, Alberto.
Musito Paloma finally squeezing her breasts even harder against the boy, who remained seated, with all his body muscles in maximum tension, breathing rhythmically while feeling the rubbing of Paloma's nipples.
Each unexpected or extreme terror scene, Paloma would hug Alberto tighter until she placed her closest arm between her breasts, which gave enormous jumps in every single startle, coming out more than once completely from the large balcony of her neckline to return agitatedly and put herself back inside her bra. The boy was totally tense breathing rapidly especially when Paloma, completely embracing him, put her other arm or even her head on his chest, blocking her view. How good it smelled thought Alberto, that sensual and feminine perfume she always emitted, along with all her clothes. His cock was getting very hard.
When arriving at an interlude, Paloma got up sweetly and heading towards the bar cabinet put a bottle of peach liqueur on the table next to the sofa. At the same time she was going to the kitchen to get ice and asked Alberto to bring out two glasses.
I'm going to the bathroom for a minute, Paloma.
Alberto said after leaving the glasses next to the sofa table.
- Fine but don't take too long, the movie is almost over and I'm getting anxious. Come quickly or I'll get angry.
Paloma screamed authoritatively at the intimidating face of Alberto as he entered the bathroom. Paloma wanted to avoid the boy from having a masturbation and relaxing like that.
When the movie started again the boy was punctual next to Paloma who gave a long take to her cup of liquor and turned back to Alberto, embedding his enormous tits again, the boy tensed all the muscles in his body. His erection began to become notable under the jeans, and Paloma perceived it on a couple of occasions that hid her head in the boy's chest and launched curious glances downwards, perceiving an incredible bulge, it had to be the dim light of the room, that couldn't be, it was enormous.
Alberto was taking small sips from his cup and big gasps. After finishing the movie, Alberto still had a little bit of liquor left from his first cup, but the bottle was half empty. Meanwhile, Paloma hadn't stopped refilling her cup. The combination of alcohol and so much rubbing and friction had her burning, besides she had managed to get the boy, despite the tension and embarrassment, to stay looking at her fixedly for long moments at her enormous melons, which had become even harder and more turgid if possible, with erect nipples like two arrows, all this was putting her on the verge of eruption like a volcano. And her crotch started to palpitate already quite moist.
But where are you going if it's still very early and there's half a bottle left?
He told Paloma to Alberto, looking at him with his black eyes shining due to the effect of the alcohol and inner heat.
But Paloma I haven't gone out with my friends because I have things to do tomorrow.
The boy answered miserably, without tearing his gaze away from his cleavage.
- Come on a little bit. Let me teach you to dance something Latin. You still don't have a girlfriend because you don't know how to dance bachata, salsa, those things make us aunties very hot.
Paloma said as she sat up on her sandals and changed the TV channel to a Latin music station. Alberto was petrified in front of her, sweating with tension and staring fixedly at Paloma, who started to sway sexily towards him, balancing her hips and ass and moving her shoulders in time, causing her breasts to shake wildly.
Bye-bye-bye, but, but, but only for a little bit.
Alberto stammered in response. As Paloma flashed him a mischievous and wicked smile, she took hold of him with her precious and delicate hands, drawing him towards her, leading him to the center of the room.
I'm holding Alberto's hands to his waist, the boy at sixteen already measures 1.80 meters, slender and slightly gaunt, with his shirt on and his pomaded hair, he seemed like someone else, besides he had put on men's cologne, I mentally observed Paloma amused. Yes, I would make him even hornier at the same time as she was getting ready and then we'd all go to bed to masturbate.
The boy was still tense, like a log without balancing his body with his hands on Paloma's hip, which didn't stop rubbing her erect nipples against her chest without stopping to send him lecherous looks accompanied by half-vicious smiles.
Come on relax Alberto, you also have to move your hips, bend your knees and move your feet forward and backward.
He was saying Paloma fun at the time as she lifted the boy's hand and gave a turn around herself to press her belt against his. Then it was when she felt rubbing her thigh, now standing very close to the glow of the TV screen just pure contemplating the huge bulge in the cowboy pants, besides having sensed him a moment before.
Pigeon was amazed she had been very close to too many packages that she had set on fire like to know how to distinguish, and never had seen something of that size, here had a slut enclosed, she wondered between horny and amused. The song stopped herself another shot of liquor that she drank in one gulp and thought about raising the temperature even more for the boy, to check if that 'thing' pulsed.
Another song started playing on the television, Paloma clung even more violently to Alberto, pressing her body against him, rubbing herself up and down his neck, squeezing her massive breasts at the same time as she launched lustful glances, burning like a she-wolf in heat.
You need to be more daring, it's not enough that you kick one foot forward and the other backward and balance yourself, Alberto.
Paloma said taking Alberto's hands from his belt and lowering them to her hard, firm, and soft buttocks. The boy without stopping looking at her opened his eyes very wide.
Now caresses my butt while we dance, come on!
I whisper sweetly and lasciviously to Paloma. Alberto increases the breathing rhythm while caressing Paloma's round and perfect buttocks, almost massaging them, as she doesn't stop moving her hips and rubbing her entire body against Alberto's. The alcohol is making her inhibit herself too much, besides her thigh that didn't stop searching for Alberto's crotch very, very tightly fitted to this one didn't stop noticing the incipient palpitation of that bulge. This was real, Paloma's thong was soaked.
Do you like my ass, Alberto, do you?
I ask Paloma to the boy with that sweet and lustful whisper tone clouded by desire and alcohol.
Ah-ah-ah... yeah...
Stuttered that Alberto seemed like he was going to hyperventilate at any moment.
And my breasts, do you like my breasts, don't take your eyes off them, ehh?
Paloma asked him again with that luxurious and sweet tone.
Yes, yes, yes...so, so, are wonderful.
Paloma couldn't hold it back anymore and lifting her hands from the back of the boy's head to his head, she lowered this and launched a desperate kiss, pushing her tongue into the boy's mouth.
Alberto reacted surprised and scared, retreating backwards and falling face-first to the floor. Then Paloma tried to regain control of herself, although her libido had already erupted like a volcano in eruption.
Oh, sorry, sorry, Alberto, did you hurt yourself?
I ask Paloma pretending as if nothing had happened. The boy crawled to the sofa and got on it as he could, grabbing his pubic area by hand.
But you're feeling well, what's hurting you?
Paloma asked him again between interested and worried.
Aaaahh, ooooohhh, uuuuhhh, it hurts, they really hurt, I can't even stand up.
Alberto responded with a very pained gesture without moving his hands from his pubes.
But what hurts specifically?
Paloma returned to ask alarmed again.
- The testicles, the dove eggs, hurt me s
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