"part of the game" He grabbed me tightly by the waist and lifted me out of bed. The handkerchief I had tied covering my

"part of the game" He grabbed me tightly by the waist and lifted me out of bed. The handkerchief I had tied covering my eyes did not fall at any time. Without letting go of my waist, he whispered in my ear: "...now he walks slowly..." while biting my neck. His legs were glued to mine, we walked following the same rhythm. I felt his penis crushed against me. He kept biting me neck, sucking every part of it. I was trying to find his tongue with mine, but he wouldn't let me, he pushed her away, it was part of the game The beating of his heart beat wildly against my back. So We go around the bed and reach the front wall of it. I stayed completely attached to her, with his legs open and his arms completely in cross. His hands gently slid from my armpits to my legs, slowly passing through my ass. Even with the condom on, he inserted his member completely and savagely and held him in that position. It didn't hurt me, since We had been having frantic sex for more than half an hour. He slowly took it out completely and then put it back in. with greater brutality. Each of his thrusts made my face and chest They will hit hard against the wall... gentle pain I notice that his swollen member is trying to reach deep inside of me I can feel its hardness. Every time he goes out, I scream for him to come back. enter. It's like a drug. Inside me again, he grabs my hands with his hers, she squeezes them tightly and takes them to her ass. You want me to help you push. Now I am the one who decides when and with what intensity the attacks. I grab his ass with both my hands and push him towards me. I keep it, I keep it I want everything inside, without movements. I want to delight in the pleasure of feeling that wonder inside me. Now it's mine, it belongs to me. It's in me... Whispering in my ear he says: "...do you like it? Do you like my cock? ...I want it say!!! ..." Between sighs, I answer: "...I want you to cum, but please don't take it out until let me tell you..." He takes the scarf from my eyes, grabs me tightly by the hand. waist and, leaning all his strength on me, he attacks me like a real animal. Wild, accelerated movements, screams of pleasure, screams of pain, voices torn, and, in the end, the supreme pleasure... he promises what he said, he has not taken. He keeps it inside just as I have ordered. We fall into bed - "...don't take it out yet..."-, I ask him. I continue on top of him, with his cock inside me. I sit up, without removing it from me, and I start voting on him while I masturbate. He is completely rapt. I draw imaginary figures with his cock inside my ass: circles, eights, many turns, I want to enjoy it to the fullest... but I can't take it anymore and I explode. I scream with pleasure and fall back on him. Little by little he begins to take out... and now that everything is over, the regrets and regrets also begin inquisitive questions that my own conscience throws at me: "I always fall... always the same!!! The fucking morbid, that fucking penis that drives me crazy... I shouldn't have done it,... he can drive me crazy, I can love his torso, his hairy torso, his hard pectorals, his big arms, his kisses, his caresses, his huge legs, his smell, his sweat, the taste when kisses me, the tremor when he touches me, the electricity when he caresses me, the pain When he penetrates me, I want him and need him, I can't control myself, his looks of desire,... they agitate me and disorient me... I have to leave it!!! I have to stop this passion that will not take me anywhere... He is my friend, his wife is my best friend and his son is an angel... I am a bad person? Am I depraved? Am I a degenerate?, perverse?, malevolent?,...and he? I only know that when I'm not with him, my life is hell, and when I am with the sole desire to escape from its clutches, from its magnet, from its fury... And all I want is some happiness... bison