Every Monday after dinner, after finishing picking up a little the kitchen and tidying up the head for the next day went

Every Monday after dinner, after finishing picking up a little the kitchen and tidying up the head for the next day went to the room. He made the obligatory stop in the bathroom and began the heavy ceremony of remove makeup It was an act as uncomforting, as devastating as picking up Christmas decorations in February. So much waste of color and fantasy... for what? In recent days, however, he moved the cotton on his cheeks with another rhythm, with another illusion. Clean your eyes and neck announced the arrival of the black night and silence, it was no longer the prologue of the intimate act in which, before going to sleep, he resignedly accepted the end of another day without history. Since that book began, removing makeup was more comfort you, it was the prelude to a peaceful meeting. Premeditation and treachery. I had everything prepared about the nightstand: glasses, book and even a small bottle of body oil. After After a week enjoying the meeting, he was much more detailed, there was even In the morning I chose green panties "of death" thinking about the adventure of the night. He hadn't acted like this in a while. He undressed quickly and put on the pajamas he had left behind. on the bed. The day before she had looked at herself naked in the closet mirror, He had scanned his virtual image over the closet moon with his eyes and had felt good. She felt her tits full, her body still smooth and decided that He didn't envy any of those who did aerobics at his gym. He opened the bed carefully, lay down on the pillow Bent over, she put on her glasses and picked up the book. He passed directly the first pages. I knew almost by heart how the characters were presenting themselves. Without effort, despite not having made any mark, he found the exact place, the line in which four words had managed to light his first day desire and even shake her. I had reread the situation dozens of times but those chained letters, which she translated in her mind into an image p There was learned to accept himself quite late. Mental prejudices, the education of the nuns' school, she thought, they had blocked her for many years. There was already She had fucked many times with her husband and others, she had already sucked three cocks for when she dared to sleep with herself, to discover the most pleasure intimate. But that was also a long time ago. He took the book with one hand and left the other suspended, in stand by'. As a good Mediterranean woman, she concentrated on recreating the image of the scene. He was shocked by that girl who offered her tender pussy as sincere gratitude and made an effort to ensure that the man enjoyed inside her for having gotten her out of that financial trouble. Her green panties were getting wet Just thinking about how tender and wild the encounter was, with that almost adolescent riding on a penis that he imagined huge, looking into his eyes. nipples rubbed against the satin pajamas. They were already eager for caresses, for some almost painful pinch. He put his hand under the fabric and tried to squeeze it all over. right tit I knew it wasn't possible. Only one co-worker had could do it, huge hands were needed to cover them. But you It was very exciting to think that a good part of the chest remained between his fingers, He turned the page. Now the girl was sucking the stiff penis of the man, about to explode. Unlike porn movies, in which They always follow the same order: first they suck and then they fuck, the teenager in the book was backwards. He liked to suck it after having fucked for a while, when She was pretty hot too, so she enjoyed it more. devouring act Even the taste of his own discharge turned him on a notch or two. above normal. The glans is so sensitive and reacts in such a way.Many times he had come like that. Despite his age, he did it in quantities considerable, with jet power and without losing composure. In those moments he brought out a macho personality that at no other time came out, but she liked that he treated her with disdain, that he mistreated her little in the minute before he came on her face. He wanted -I had read three pages, like every night, and in a moment When she withdrew her mind from the story, she discovered that she was as wet as the young woman. grateful for the book. Her pussy felt shiny and hot and four fingers They entered and exited her vagina easily. He took the oil, put a little on her hand and brought it to her clitoris. It didn't take much to be ready to cum Arrest. He waited a few seconds and repeated the operation. This time it He was closer to the end but was able to hold on. He thought about the p He ran intense, like the day before, she came with waves of pleasure and even had to holding back a moan that seemed pretentious given the lonely circumstance of the act. He closed his legs so as not to let anything escape, he felt the oil on her hair, she thought that tomorrow she would shave so as not to be sticky in the future, and He began to sleep thinking about what he would be like.