THE PEASANT He got up like every morning, at dawn. She put on a thin blouse that left her beautiful shoulders exposed, w

THE PEASANT He got up like every morning, at dawn. She put on a thin blouse that left her beautiful shoulders exposed, while her beautiful breasts stood out prominently above the wide neckline. Under the skirt, only thin stockings, since she did not usually wear clothes interior due to the temperatures of the weather and the time of year, it was summer and towards to sweat excessively. Furthermore, he was embarrassed by the idea that later when he went to wash to the river, other women will notice how wet and stained their panties are. Was easy for them to think that she had masturbated several times, since she was single and Since her parents died, she took charge of the business and barely had time to leave home. She often dreamed of a man who would make her enjoy herself, but the reality was very different, since she lived alone and no one helped her in her kneading business. bread and making pastries. So he hurriedly set about doing his job. morning. It had been a while since I had been working and the heat of the oven made the temperature rose and this caused sudden sweating of his body. For your Fine drops fell from her hair and got lost under her thin blouse down her neck. The soft tickling made it suddenly touch itself, leaving furtive stains of flour, which absorbed sweat. Her skirt, full of flour and dough, hid an even more intense heat. Every time As she approached the oven to take out the bread, the heat soaked into her skirt. thick fabric and it made her sex and ass burn for a moment. He warm sweat that emanated from between his buttocks, it became colder and colder as every centimeter that moves along her thighs towards her stockings. They were like fine puppet strings, which grew from her sex and caressed her thighs, to go to die under the fine lace of her stocking. While her hands were kneading, she imagined that the faint sweat on her breasts What fell was cold spring water in which he plunged. Her nipples bloomed under her sweaty blouse and the friction of them made her imagination increased and inevitably, his hands gently brushed her breasts, causing them to become impregnated with flour and dough and no matter how much tried to clean her neckline, they became increasingly whitish. Her breasts were hard and erect as if they wanted to breathe out of that blouse. oppressive, they were burning and without thinking, he pulled the string and let them out. gently. He felt relief when he noticed the soft breeze coming through the window. on her reddened and bulging nipples. He massaged them gently with his hands smeared with flour. The touch of it overwhelmed her, since it was a strange sensation, as if it were someone else, or another..., who was caressing them. The soft itch was becoming more and more stinging and the size of her nipples was not It had just finished growing, as if it were a mosquito bite. Approach I slowly took the jar of hot chocolate and let it slowly fall on that area that burned him so much, as if wanting to calm fire with more fire. He moaned with pleasure, feeling how the thick fluid ran completely through his entire body. aureole to finally burn on her smooth nipple. The sweet torture, towards which Her thighs trembled and from between her pubic hair, a warm and transparent flow loaded with the soft smell of sex. Excited as she was, she decided to freshen up and clean her breasts once. unusual way... He was excited by the idea of letting water fall on his body and feeling the soft tight, damp clothes on his body. It wasn't the first time he did it, She liked to bathe with the other women in the river and look at each other's eyes. breasts under the thin nightgowns, and even the soft friction between them while They splashed each other. She released her skirt and it gently slid under her buttocks and her strong thighs, falling wrinkled on her feet. He gently caressed his pubic hair. and soon her entire sex was impregnated with flour from her hands. While holding the warm chocolate in his hand, with the other, he separated her thick lips older, letting the fine breeze caress her wet clitoris. Naked, she took the jug of fresh milk in her hands and let it pour on her hot body. He shivered and the cold milk moved quickly throughout everything. his body. The smell of fresh milk, mixed with the salty taste of its sweaty skin, caused an intense animal smell that intoxicated her and made her open her legs even more, seeking the contact of her labia minora with the fresh milk. When his whole body was wet, he got on all fours on the table and separating her lips with my fingers, I gently caressed her clitoris and vulva. soaked in milk and vaginal discharge. He slowly inserted a finger into her vagina and He felt the heat of it and the excess moisture that ran down his knuckles. With The well-lubricated finger spread her buttocks and caressed the base of her anus. Never He had never felt anything like it before and curiosity made him squeeze his finger harder. firmness over that unexplored area. Soon I notice how the walls of her anus They opened to receive that desired little finger. It was a feeling similar to that felt having the bread dough between his fingers, only now it was his ass that was massaged. She rested her large breasts on the soft floury dough that lay on the table and with her free hand she slowly caressed her pussy. I felt her ass invaded by that little finger that stretched him again and again, while his other hand crushed her clitoris against her vulva... After a few seconds a strong Orgasm invaded her completely, making her moan madly... I encourage you to read my other stories about my real experiences and to If you have any questions, clarifications or suggestions, you can write to me at gatomontex@hotmail.com