How to fuck, well fuck, any woman. 03 by Decided Macho. machodecidido@yahoo.com.ar Inside every woman hides a whore. If

How to fuck, well fuck, any woman. 03 by Decided Macho. machodecidido@yahoo.com.ar Inside every woman hides a whore. If you know wake her up, that woman is yours. Some have their inner whore so deep inside, that they don't There is a way they can get her out, buried under mountains of morality and repression. These women, perhaps, can give you some security regarding the issue. of fidelity. At the cost of very little fun. And if that is the most important thing For you, go ahead. But otherwise, flee as if demons were chasing you. Well Often, that's what it's all about. Fortunately, most women are far from being a such a serious case. By scratching a little you can find the inner whore, the source of his eroticism. If you know where to scratch, of course. But this is a metaphor, Don't be so literal, you shouldn't always scratch in the same place, although with is often the one that gives the most results. Then come those who have their whore on the surface. They are very Fun, sure, but if you expect fidelity you have entered the danger zone. But they are especially useful for men who are a little shy. Finally there are those who take their whore so far outside, that Their puteity seems to surround them like a halo. Many of these women are winners in life, especially in television and related media. They pose for magazines, they become porn actresses, etc., you know. These women fuck a lot, but in some way they are eternally unsatisfied, since no man reaches to be the match for your shoe. So if you want one like this, tastes are tastes. Get used to the idea of being his slave. Which has its own thing, too. But let's go to our theoretical-practical teaching. Can See it as a love story, well for me that was it. It's about a girl huge breasts Poppy. A case that I always remember is that of a girl who ordered the rooms in a modest-sized hotel, where I stayed for a few days in Neuquén. She was a girl of humble condition, under twenty years old, with huge breasts that life had given her. And the boys would have hackneyed. And if he had not done so, it would have been unforgivable. But those breasts had received due attention from the boys, which may have contributed to its formidable growth. You will understand me then, that I have entered my room to talk to her, and that "I liked the girl so much" I suddenly hugged her and kissed her, touching her breasts. His response surprised me: he refused my hug with a modesty that I couldn't understand. My impression was that my attack, due to the lack of preambles, It had been shocking to him. And if so, he was right. My impulse obeyed to my desire for her huge perky tits, to the point of giving free rein to my instincts. But his response, or lack thereof, indicated to me the inadequacy of my attack and his visible shyness in the face of it. I apologized immediately, because I will be a beast, but not that much. And I left my room, leaving her free for could do his housekeeping tasks. With an unpleasant feeling of inadequacy, I went to my job. The girl's attitude and her inflated teenage breasts haunted me all day. Because of his shyness I suspected that he was, in reality, somewhere between fifteen and the seventeen. and I woke up in the morning, with my underwear "starched" by sperm. When I went out to the patio, she was waiting to enter tidy up my room. I still had the same abundant, standing breasts from the day former. Mentally raising my eyes to Heaven, I sighed. "What a punishment, Lord, What a punishment," I said to myself. But as he crossed the courtyard with a brief greeting, she hurried eager to tell me something: "Don, if you want, I'll wash your clothes. I'll take them to me." house, I clean it and bring it to you the next day." I was perplexed. "I don't charge you, Gift." And suddenly I understood. He had fallen in love with my macho attitude overwhelming He had warmed up to me. The day must have passed and the night - repeating in his spirit the brief episode of my embrace, my hands in her breasts, and my attempt to kiss her. The "Don" with which he addressed me, It was strange. After all, I was only a few years older than she. But the "Don" responded to a show of respect from an "inferior" to a "superior" in terms of social position. Or perhaps, from a fearful female, to a dominant male. Or something like that. I don't know, maybe in your social media I used to do that. I didn't really know what to do. And I took a few moments to tell him that "tomorrow" we would talk about it. And I left for my work. He stayed with the broom in his hand, watching me go. I spent the day somewhere between excited and fearful, and also embarrassed. It occurred to me that he must be much smaller than I thought. Perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, hence his candid attitude. A part of me, that worried about the ethics of my behavior, I was fighting with another part that continued wanting to grab her and fuck her well. In that fight he should have been winning. second part, because I had several involuntary semi-erections during the day. After all, I realized, she wanted me to fuck her. So the beast in me was triumphing. And in her too. In it the fight It had been resolved long before. I spent the night quite anxious, Finally I fell asleep, with a erection. And I woke up with an even bigger erection. Poppy (such was her name, I found out) was waiting for me in the patio, in front of my room. I took her hand with confidence and decision, leading her to the inside. This time he accepted the kiss, although he did not return it, possibly because lack of experience. Maybe he was even younger, maybe fourteen. It couldn't be thirteen, not with those tits. But he let himself be kissed. And he began to pant, when I realized grab and grope her breasts. He didn't take any initiative, but when I asked him breasts out and I started kissing and biting them, her head fell back in an attitude of abandonment, and then she let me lead her to the bed, where I could suck her breasts, with my passionate and hungry mouth. Such was his shyness He almost couldn't bring himself to moan, but he couldn't suppress his gasps of agitation. When I put my hand in his crotch, he had his panties on. completely wet. He made a slight attempt to stop my hand, but it was very weak and easily disposable. Maybe his mother had told him not to let himself play "there." But when I rubbed her shell with my fingers, she gave a great He sighed and came. She was left sprawled on the bed, with her legs spread. It was mine for whatever I wanted. And I kissed her neck, her mouth, her tits, running over it with his tongue. The poor thing was in a state of transport mystical, or something like that. With my passionate and hot caresses, I took away all the clothes, leaving her completely naked, with her spectacular great body I took her hand towards my cock, and after a brief Indecision, he began to feel it and then squeeze it. I kept devouring him tits, licking and biting her big nipples. And she was in the seventh darling. That's what I had come for. A cute and passionate male who I would fuck her well. And that was me. I got rid of my pants as best I could, while He continued to rub her, and when he felt my naked cock with his hand, he couldn't suppress a moan. I spread her legs wide, kneeling between her thighs. His hand did not leave my erect and hot cock. I was still belly up, so that I fucked her. I adjusted the position by lifting her ass by her buttocks, to Put your pussy in optimal position for penetration. Clinging to my furious cock, she instinctively rubbed it against the entrance of her pussy. Such was his fever that filled my glans with the thick cream that flowed from the walls tender from their little cave. Then, with a short push I penetrated her. Then He hugged my head, covering my face with kisses. My cock had met the hymen (she was a virgin, my God, she was a virgin!), he was about to deflower her. AND I consumed that herself, with a strong push of her hips, she buried my It locks in the depths of her sex, giving a moan of pain as she my brave visitor took full possession of his ardent intimacy. Women are much braver than us. They are offered to defloration, no matter how painful it is, and then to childbirth, always accepting pain, to be able to satisfy his most intimate and intense desires. After a few moments, my banana went in and out completely of your vaginal canal. And she began to return each of the cocks to me, with blows of his hips. I held onto her waist, so soft and sensual, feeling with my fingers the exasperating softness of her skin. And such was the vehemence of our pushes, that I felt her fall apart under my body. And almost at the same time I came intensely. My cock seemed to swell with every slap, and its vagina quivered passionately. We remained embraced, with her body under mine, and her pussy containing my defeated member. There was still half an hour before the owner of the boarding house will lift And less than ten minutes after we had finished, Amapola started to tidy up the room diligently, despite the hustle and bustle he had had with me. HE I saw her resplendent, and ready to begin her daily tasks. The Women are much stronger creatures than men. I said goodbye with a kiss, like a husband going to work. We both knew that ours was impossible, but without a doubt We had spent a moment of love. We fucked almost every day in the week it took me to have to leave for the Andes Mountains. The separation, although definitive, It had been very tender on both of their parts. "I hope I'm pregnant, my love" I wanted to have a my son, although we would never see each other again! Women truly give themselves to love and their consequences. And they feel proud to do it. At least Poppy, my beautiful and brave Poppy, to whom I have never seen again, nor have I been able to forget. If you want to write to me: machodecidido@yahoo.com.ar. I will wait for your letter and what you want to tell me. A hug.