We left to meet up in the afternoon after 4 pm, she was leaving class and I was entering consultation, luckily I have those jobs that let me manage my hours at my own pace, I arrived at 4:10 pm and she was waiting for me.
The degree of heat lifted me exponentially, when I looked!, I see her beautiful!, she gets into the car with a medium sad face and says to me: MARCELO... WE WON'T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING..., YESTERDAY SHE CAME AND IT'S A SCREW!
And automatically my head went back to remembering not being able to get it up at home, because my wife didn't like it..., hated it..., I snapped back to reality and said: DOES IT BOTHER YOU THAT WE SCREW EACH OTHER?
Her face was one of surprise, obviously something similar happened in her house too... and she says: SIIIIIIII!! I've always wanted to do it on these days and my husband never would! CHAN!
With a smile on each of our faces, we head towards OUR hotel (El Sarmiento, behind the bus terminal), room 22, that one with the horse for trying out positions.
Saying we did a screw in bed is little, between her humidity that never stops flowing and the blood from those days, we left spectacularly painted on all our intimacies, smells and sticky sensations, touching each other and leaving our hands stained and embracing and going back to touching... we kept screwing in all the positions we could, we got tired.
We look at each other and laugh!, the ceiling mirror reflected an image as if it had been a massacre! Bodies and sheets all stained with blood, we look at each other, laugh and think about the face of the girl who cleans when she sees the sheets... and if they tell us something... we apologize... I don't think we're the first...
We take a bath together and see how the water washes away the screw from our bodies, it's something that heats us up a lot...
We change, pay and leave once more... much more satisfied.
The degree of heat lifted me exponentially, when I looked!, I see her beautiful!, she gets into the car with a medium sad face and says to me: MARCELO... WE WON'T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING..., YESTERDAY SHE CAME AND IT'S A SCREW!
And automatically my head went back to remembering not being able to get it up at home, because my wife didn't like it..., hated it..., I snapped back to reality and said: DOES IT BOTHER YOU THAT WE SCREW EACH OTHER?
Her face was one of surprise, obviously something similar happened in her house too... and she says: SIIIIIIII!! I've always wanted to do it on these days and my husband never would! CHAN!
With a smile on each of our faces, we head towards OUR hotel (El Sarmiento, behind the bus terminal), room 22, that one with the horse for trying out positions.
Saying we did a screw in bed is little, between her humidity that never stops flowing and the blood from those days, we left spectacularly painted on all our intimacies, smells and sticky sensations, touching each other and leaving our hands stained and embracing and going back to touching... we kept screwing in all the positions we could, we got tired.
We look at each other and laugh!, the ceiling mirror reflected an image as if it had been a massacre! Bodies and sheets all stained with blood, we look at each other, laugh and think about the face of the girl who cleans when she sees the sheets... and if they tell us something... we apologize... I don't think we're the first...
We take a bath together and see how the water washes away the screw from our bodies, it's something that heats us up a lot...
We change, pay and leave once more... much more satisfied.
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