I need to satisfy my lust cravings.I am a sex addict. Hot,

I need to satisfy my lust cravings. I am a sex addict. Hot, like a cat in heat on a summer night, I'm alone at home.   My son at school, my parents took my daughter out for a walk. Maybe they are to blame for my fever, they don't let me have the ration of sex that I need as a drug addict. They take away hours of intimacy with my husband. They have been living with us, in Buenos Aires, for four days and the sweet and passionate evening conversations where movies and sex are mixed have changed for analysis of the economic situation of the country, Spain and the world, my parents consider my boy a guru. I've had a handjob while I was showering but I need more. I must have my hormones at their peak. I search until I find the black bodysuit that my sister-in-law gave me, I put it on, I haven't worn it since before I got pregnant with the girl. It fits me like a glove, it boosts my morale when I look at myself in the mirror, I look great and look like a phenomenal slut. The rings lift my breasts, the cuts reveal my nipples and my shaved sex. If I were 10 centimeters taller I could act in a magazine on Corrientes Street. I take out the black boots that reach mid-thigh and have an incredible heel, I put them on and I look at myself again. A total slut. I highlight the eyebrows, very little, mascara on the eyelashes, a touch of rouge on the lips. Leather mini. Tight beige cold wool sweater that highlights my nipples. A black poncho that my husband gave me in Chile, it was terribly cold, I am ready to do what I want. I walk slowly to the subway. The men look at me, I don't usually wear such high heels and when I do I move my tail like a seductive and inciting swing. There are quite a few people on the platform, it is not rush hour, but the train is full. It's what I'm looking for. I want you to put your hand on me. I need it. When I open the poncho, my breasts are proudly displayed with their erect nipples that seem to want to break the wool. I go to the center of the car. We are tight, I notice a friction on my buttocks. I don't reject it, on the contrary, I move making the contact fuller. It's a hand that touches my ass through the leather. I realize that it turns me on. The desire that I generate makes me. As I grab the bar, I raise my arm, highlighting my breasts. The hand gives way to a pelvis that rubs against me. His cock is hard, I broke my tail to excite him even more. At the next stop, more travelers get on. A young man stands in front of me, looks into my eyes with lust, lowering my gaze as if accepting what he is going to do. He gets even closer, he presses against my body, I am sandwiched between two males who are groping me, making sure that no one notices. I let myself do it. I love it. The boy puts his thigh between mine. It rubs me. The man behind me moves as if he were fucking me, his thrusts have the rhythm of penetration. The back of the young man's left hand holding a folder rests on my right breast, just at the level of the nipple. I'm totally wet, I hope my mini doesn't get wet. It's time, I take off saying “excuse me” and I go towards the door. They don't have time to follow me. I arrive and leave before they can react. I wrap myself in the poncho. I go up the stairs. When the cold air comes out it calms me down a little. I arrive at my destination. I greet the doorman who values ​​me with that look men have when they see a pretty woman. I ride the elevator. I knock and Sofía opens the door and gives me a welcome kiss. I ask him not to say anything and I go to my husband's office. I go in and close the door. I go to the table, I throw the poncho along the way, I rest my trunk on the board, I pull up the mini, to reveal my free sex in the bodysuit. I wait for him, my breasts glued to the wood, my tail in pomp, exposed to his attacks. His glans probes my intimate lips, plays with them. -“Fuck me once and for all. Don't be a bastard.”- And he does it, he puts it deep in me. I give a sigh. I wanted it so much. He stays still. I feel it very hard and fat, filling me. I begin to rest my body on one foot, then on the other, feeling the stone flesh that possesses me against the walls of my lubricated vagina. It's a delight. I realize that I can't take it anymore. That I'm going to go. I move my ass back and forth without stopping the wobble. Lalo realizes that I'm ready and gives me a terrible push and pull. Strongly, like a beast that has gone mad with lust. My orgasm comes so powerful that I only realize that my husband has also come when he collapses on my torso. I grab a tissue from his table, hand it to him. When he takes it out, he places it on my pussy so that the semen doesn't fall to the floor and stain the carpet. He gives it to me, I leave it on the table. I turn around, he's funny and cute, with his pants and boxers on the floor. She's still fat. I kneel down, take his cock in my hand, lick it clean. The instrument is happy. I look into his eyes and passionately ask him: -“I give you a blowjob”- - “Yes. Kitten, you drive me crazy.”- With my hand I hold the base of the shaft, with my tongue I play with its glans. I take it out, use it to hit my mouth with the whip of her sex. And I put it in, I use my lips and my hand. He grabs my head to prevent me from leaving and unloads in my mouth. I get up and kiss him, I want him to taste his own milk. I make up the mini. He pulls up his boxers and pants. It's barely been fifteen minutes since I entered his office. -“Can you invite me to a coffee with crescents? I came by subway without a wallet.” He takes my arm, we go out, I say goodbye to his secretary, Sofía, a sixty-year-old charmer, and we go down to the cafeteria where he usually has breakfast. It has an outdoor smoking area, but heated. We take a promo of three croissants and coffee with milk and a small jug, while I enjoy a lucky one I ask my husband: -“Do you think I'm a sex addict?” - “Yes and I love it.”-