It was around three in the morning, the end usually announced the end of the film that was risqué, if not to say openly

It was around three in the morning, the end usually announced the end of the film that was risqué, if not to say openly pornographic, which he was watching on television. The protagonist, a stunning woman, one of those who captivate the senses with her sensuality refined and exquisite, my ideal prototype of the goddess of love, had walked through the scantily clad screen, in leather, imposing, and the main actor, although In the cinema everything is fictitious, it had been benefited with absolute truthfulness. Remembering the harmony of that figure, the perfect breasts siliconed, the golden and luminous hair, the seductive crimson smile of the actress, I went to the marital bed where Alicia was sleeping. during dinner We had had one of our usual marriage fights that entails a decade of bond behind them. Alicia had sent me her list of grievances, severely reprimanding me for arriving late from the office, for not having Found the time to repair the long-damaged bedside lamp. several months, for never taking her anywhere, for not dedicating the time enough for our three children, for not collaborating in the household chores, for systematically refusing to visit her parents... I had let her elaborate at ease, in part because most of his accusations were true, in part partly because her demands were just and partly because he knew her, and He knew that if he talked back, he would be lost. So in these cases, and in others similar, remained silent in response to their accusations, and this produced in gave her a feeling of victory that allowed her to save her pride and granted me give me a break until the next fight. I lay down close to Alicia's back, who was dressed in her pink flannel nightgown was the antidote to lust, but it still It retained the power to excite me. I placed a hand on her breasts and she stirred in his dreams. Those breasts had little or nothing to do with the ones I had just admired, round, turgid, irresistible; those that encompassed with me hand were something else, no point of comparison, but they were breasts after all. out and its main virtue lay in being there, accessible. _What time is it? _Alicia murmured sleepily. _All three _I answered_ You drive me crazy _I blatantly lied as he caressed her hips through the fabric. "It's late, let's go to sleep," she answered without giving him a chance. importance to my desire. But I didn't have the slightest bit of sleep, so I entered I put my hand under the flannel and ran my hands anxiously up and down her thighs. incipient cartridge belts, the belly slightly domed, I rose to the breasts somewhat fallen, although still in place. _Leave me _Alice growled. I remembered the climactic scene of the movie, in which the protagonists consummate their love in a garage, inside the car. I saw the blonde taking off her red thong, raising her skirt to her waist, showing off her delicious tight buttocks, her golden pubic hair; to the chosen one of fortune inserting her greedy fingers into the wet and hungry sex of the women. I slipped into Alicia's panties, it was hot deliciously warm, I ran with gentle circular movements over each of its buttocks and ran a finger along the channel that separated them. _What's the matter? _protested. Wasn't it obvious what was happening to me? ten years sharing a bed and still needed explanations. Did you not perceive the rigidity of my member pressed against your flesh? Was a notarial certificate required? to convince her of my intentions? Far from discouraging me, his apathy turned me on more. The blonde opened her legs to facilitate the caresses, the friction of the clitoris, and she unzipped her partner's pants to extracting his cock, she straddled his legs and rubbed his sex with his. Alicia did not move to clear the way for me, nor did she too many impediments. I ventured through its jungle region and found the hidden humid and cozy grotto of pleasure. _I want to sleep _said Alicia. And as on so many occasions, I didn't pay the slightest attention to him. The blonde had also hesitated, at the last moment she was about to regret it, but the gallant's skillful manipulations persuaded her immediately and she was the one who led the show, choosing the rhythm, the way to do it. She crushed the lips of her vagina on the other's foreskin, left to introduce just a few centimeters inside her and then, wickedly and lascivious, she withdrew. The man begged to be allowed entry, but she enjoyed resisting temptation. _Well, lie up and sleep, _I asked Alicia. She obeyed resignedly, as if she were responding to a favor. that she owed me, so that I would leave her alone. The blonde unbuttoned her blouse and the man snatched it from her. bra to get lost in the spherical warmth of glorious breasts, made tailored to any manly requirement. I licked, sucked, sucked those nipples made up like ripe strawberries. Who was he, the blessed one mortal capable of sucking the delicious nectar of love from pitchers of fine porcelain. She put a slightly larger piece of cock back in, she absorbed it with his lips and banished her outside. The sadistic game was delayed until the poor man gasped frantically. _Please, please, let me in _he begged the blonde. on the verge of paroxysm. She, merciless, prolonged her torture to the maximum and took advantage the last contact to provoke ecstasy with that maddening masturbation, he accompanied her in her spasmodic jerks and she exploded. In a The successive discharges of semen were collected in the foreground. _Are you done now? _Alicia interrupted me. I pulled her nightgown up over her breasts. I took off the panties, she did not allow him to kiss her mouth and pressed her lips together to prevent it. _You could do something on your part, right? _I suggested in vain. I tried hard to awaken her instincts, her affection, but she He didn't show any emotion. I dedicated the best flowers I could to her. They occurred to give away your ears. I caressed her whole waiting for a reaction positive. Alicia was still absent. My hand risked in her big sex and dilated, I ran it slowly from bottom to top, when I reached the clitoris, I He pulled his hand away roughly. _He's still sleeping _I mumbled angrily. I put her clothes back in place, left them covered, and returned to the room. moody room. Just when I turned on the TV, the credits of a movie appeared. new movie: "Fiery pussies." The title revealed everything about its content. An insurance salesman knocks on a door, the lady of the house answers, She is a middle-aged, ordinary, almost vulgar woman, wearing a padded robe. that reaches his feet; He lets the man in so he can explain the benefits of life insurance and they immediately get to the point. They are both standing next to the dining room table, the agent insurance has taken out a calculator and a pad where he writes down rates, with his hand free surrounds the woman by the waist, she leans down, showing that she pays attention to numbers and offers him her wide and strong rear. The man He rolls up the robe and puts his hand directly on her, feels her butt, lowers her panties down to her ankles and runs down her legs. She pretends that she doesn't know, But when his fingers press the button of joy, he begins to moan and rubs the ass in the pants of the insurer, who forgets the figures to Unbutton his fly and take off his boxers. The woman urgently removes her robe and her body spreads across the table. "Fuck me," she demands, spreading her legs, and we we massage her white and abundant breasts; her juicy sex is offered to us with generosity, with the tip of the glans we review his lips, pressing the erect clitoris and we dive into the depths of an ocean of pleasure determined, precise. With each attack, their fluids spill out, overflowing sliding down its milky flesh. He moans. Scream. Claim more. We increase the force of the attacks and she attracts us with fury by the hips, causing that the penetration reaches the matrix. He doesn't give us any respite. "So, make me Damage." Impossible to contain himself. His solid legs curl around our waist and cock slides its stone hardness between a waterfall of flow, in and out with certain precision, with each thrust the testicles collide with his clitoris. "Oh, you're a real stud! You feel like a hammer. Fill me up of you". We satisfy her demands with an abundant ejaculation that overflows her. "Give me more. Give me more. You can," she gasps pleadingly on the brink of climax. but i I can't resist, I'm exhausted, so I delegate to the insurance agent so that please your nymphomaniac greed. He sweats, he puffs and he achieves the feat of tearing off a loud orgasm that leaves her passed out on the table, with her legs apart and the sex wide open, red and shiny in a medium plane that I contemplated among the haze of sleep.