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21st day of quarantineLike thousands of other couples, we too find ourselves locked within the home, only that we are a particular couple. The Goddess, beautiful 50 years divinely worn, has a fixed lover, with my consent. Yes, you have understood very well, I know everything (or almost) of their story, I encourage and support she, in return she allow me to satisfy my masochistic and very often homosexual tendencies. Our relationships can be counted on the fingers of one hand, especially since there is He who involves her both from a sexual and sentimental point of view. However, there is no lack of effusions and tenderness among us typical of a couple of friends-accomplices, even if of spouses. When we make love (very rarely) we tend to give each other satisfaction by exchanging experiences and fantasies more than doing it in the traditional way, due to the fact that I lost a bit my role as a lending male, a role that I willingly leave to my competitor . Now because of forced captivity, we have both been in abstinence for a month now. I do not deny that I am enjoying the few positive sides of the period, that is, to have it all to myself. Obviously she doesn’t wear makeup and she doesn’t perfume herself halkalı escort for me. For weeks, the beloved lace panties she has only used for him have disappeared from the laundry basket, the sheer hold-up and non-sheer stockings, the bodysuits embroidered on the breast that highlight her wonderful décolleté and the shoes or boots with the heel lie dusty in the closet. Nonetheless, I enjoy seeing her wandering around in the house, which despite the convenience of the measure, does not conceal the roundness of its forms. I look at her full of adoring desire when she bends over the dishwasher showing me regardless of the furrow of her buttocks that I know I can’t touch because they belong to another, I drool when I see her breasts peeking from the wide free overalls, without a bra because so much is nobody looking at her (apart from me). I love to observe the white threads of hair regrowth that in normal times she hides with dye, but that give her an intriguing appearance as a mature milf. And then there are the smells, the natural fragrance of her body that smells like a woman and gives off pheromones not covered by the taksim escort perfumes she normally uses. So yesterday evening full of these desires and the long forced abstinence I reached her in Latvian, she was intent on chatting with her cell phone, (obviously with her lover) she was lying in the bed in panties and without a bra, evidently while I was already to prepare me he had sent him a selfie “natural”. Who do you write to ?, I asked curious and a little excited knowing the answer inside me. Nobody lied to me, I’m looking at the chats, I went to bed beside me trying to peek at the tiny screen stealing the image of her naked breast with my eyes and following a line of emoticons and hearts. As always happens, I lay down beside him with my heart beating a thousand with desire and jealousy. I rested my hand on her thigh, anxiously, waiting for her to carelessly move it as usual, instead she continued to type as if she had been alone. With audacity and slowness that a sloth would have mocked me, I moved my hand towards the inside of my thigh. The Goddess said nothing, but imperceptibly spread her legs as if to favor that strange advance. The hand reached şişli escort the pubis where the bristles of the hair growing a month tickled my fingertips. His breathing became heavier, but he didn’t care about me continuing to type on the machine. Then always with the terror of being turned away (it was a classic for me) I moved the whole body bringing the head to the height of its mount of Venus and I began to kiss her inside. The nostrils began to perceive her essence as a woman, she hadn’t taken a shower, (it is not needed to go to bed with her husband) but the fragrance was far from unpleasant, it tasted of the lagoon, of salt water algae, and I admit the perfume entered my brain directly. I became bold and began to touch his “lips” with the tip of my tongue, venturing to let the tip of my tongue enter the folds of her femininity. Her breathing got faster and I saw her big breasts rise and fall to the rhythm of my tongue on her sex. With the tip of my tongue I found her clitoris that had become more humid and turgid and I began to torture her by licking him on the tip and all around. She kept on writing I don’t know what, and her carelessness and her perfumes had completely pervaded my mind, While licking her button I first inserted a finger and then the second in her cavity moving them in rotation and pushing upwards where c it was my face pressing on my pubis. It was only at the end of the treatment that he threw the phone on the bed indulging in my hand and tongue moments while he emitted very slight sighs. I was making my wife enjoy
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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