It's six in the morning. My head hurts and I have dry mouth, because of the bottle of rum that I stuffed between my ches

It's six in the morning. My head hurts and I have dry mouth, because of the bottle of rum that I stuffed between my chest and back. I'm also very horny, because of Román's son of a bitch. Why the hell don't you do you fixate on me? What do I have to do for you to fuck me well? What does the skinny girl that I don't have? I don't realize it but my nails are firmly nailed to the sheets and sigh anxiously. My two breasts rise and fall in rhythm accelerated. I'm thirsty. Thirst for water and thirst for cock. I need a good cock to give pleasure I would even do it with Victor's memo. I still have my clothes on. I came home so drunk that I couldn't even The boots I was able to take off. But how can I be so sad? Now I could having already fucked four or five and yet I'm in bed at home horny lost to spend another night without eating a donut. And all because of that son of a bitch. If I could, I would hate you Román. Arg, how thirsty. I see that on the floor next to the bag there is a half liter bottle of water. I move out of bed and my head spins. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, I'm getting really dizzy, but now I'm screwed and I suck it up and grab the fucking bottle of water. I reach out and reach for her. When he finally dropped me heavily on the bed I felt good, a winner, victorious. Great, man, you already have a bottle of water. With a little bit of Good luck, next week you'll have something harder than that bottle shit between the legs. I unscrew the cap and try to drink. a few drops They enter my mouth and go down my throat (What else would you like to have in your mouth?) throat, huh? Come on, say it, you loser!), but most of them wet my face, fall down my chin and wets the bed. Can you be more clumsy? I close the bottle as two small tears form in my eyes. I let go of the bottle and let it rest on my chest, wedged between my breasts. He The skimpy top that I'm still wearing becomes slightly damp and I feel it bristling. my nipples I'm still fucking horny, and the bottle, under the pale light that Take off the nightstand, it reminds me of what I miss so much. under the hand right and press my mons of venus over the clothes with the palm of my hand. hand. In a matter of seconds, my hand begins a friction movement on the underwear and the fabric of the miniskirt. I open my mouth to take a breath and I perceive the little bottle of water within reach of my tongue. This instinctively comes out of me mouth and caresses the bottle cap with the tip. The taste of plastic doesn't bother me It doesn't matter in the slightest and in a moment I'm licking the bottle. I take the bottle with my left hand and discover a interesting striated shape. Damn, it almost looks like Marta's dildo, only fatter. That's it, it's over, fuck it, I need to do it and I'm going to do it do. I roll up my mini to my waist, if there was anything left to roll up, I stretch the thong to the side and place the mouth of the bottle at the visible entrance of my pussy The cap is a little rough. I pass it slowly, in tension, through my lips. It's rough but it's nice. Damn, it's making me even more horny. I do it penetrate a little bit inside me, and I feel how the neck of the bottle. I take my time, trying to relax and breathe more slowly. Useless, how am I going to relax having a bottle trying to enter my pussy. Come on, stupid, stop acting stupid and put the fucking bottle in. and I make myself case to myself. It costs me a little, but it goes in. I hear the creaks of plastic pressed by my pussy. It comes in slowly, but I manage to get half of it in. It I move with panache and let myself be carried away by pleasure. I'm one, two, three, four, ...probably ten or more minutes, I'll hit you. I feel the orgasm coming finally and I receive it with open legs. I cum, I moan, what the hell, I throw a I shout to let the entire neighborhood know and finally I collapse exhausted. on the bed. Between gasps I take out the bottle without being able to avoid a sensation of taste while I do it. I feel even more thirsty than before. I unscrew I take the cap and take a sip. Wow, she's hot, like me. Silently I fall asleep, hugging the bottle of "Font Vella Go, Take care of yourself wherever you are" like a teddy bear.