β€οΈβπ₯ story inspired by a client's report: ββββββββββββββββββ We spoke again in one of those small talk that happens in the intervals between one relationship and another. In fact, I had never lost sight of him, imagining βwhat it would be like if it wereβ, a thought that became stronger and stronger as the years of marriage put my libido to the test. I found myself thinking about our first kiss, the day he showed up and saved me from a bad date. The day he came to my house and ate me out all night, until I lost count of how many times I came. Or the time when, naked, he picked up my guitar and started playing Clube da Esquina, letting me sing along softly, my voice still trembling from orgasm, amazed that it was us and wanting it to become a movie scene β in my memory, it did. Our exchange of messages for the reunion lasted a short time, long enough for us to meet up in the urgency of those who wanted to catch up. I was moved by the feeling of living it all over again: cumming, being touched, feeling his hard cock for me, making him cum several times in an endless night. It turns out that facing that past face to face was also facing a nice phase of life, the free girl I had been and wanted to be again. And so, with my chest burning, I went to meet him. We arranged to meet at a bar near my house and, when he arrived, I watched his body moving for a few seconds, his shirt half open and his beard with gray outlines, signaling that time had passed. At the same time that I realized how many years had passed, we went back to the silly subjects, to the discussions of the little things we disagreed on about politics, the songs that I loved and he loved too. At a certain point, after a certain amount of beer, we kissed and didn't stop, indifferent to the people in the bar, who exchanged glances around. His hands slid down my waist and stopped on my lap, resting unpretentiously and leaving me terribly impatient, until I called him to my house. βLetβs go to a quieter place.β It happened as I predicted: when the door closed behind us, an uncontrollable impulse took hold of me, and we grabbed each other in a disorderly and intense arm dance, which diminished as we finally found ourselves alone again. Realizing that the impatience was mostly in me, he grabbed me from behind with one arm and held my hair with the other, placing me against the wall of the hallway. He whispered βcalm downβ as he lowered his hands, pulling my panties with his fingers from under my dress β and of course they were the ones designed to be taken off on a day like this. A tremor took over my body at that moment and I turned around with a jerk, facing him as he lowered his mouth towards my pussy. You know one of those angles where they stare at you through your hair, from the bottom up? Before he fell on his face, he stared at me from that point, with his dress lifted and breathing heavily β he waited for me to ask... - come here! He dove into me, grabbing me by the hips in a delicate and mind-blowing ride with his tongue, while I reached for his head with my hands as if I wanted him all inside me β and I did! That's why my first orgasm came so quickly, without delay and with the urgency of someone who was missing me. I looked at his beard wet with me and pulled him in for a serene kiss, this time without rushing and with the taste of fulfilled desire. We went from the hallway to the living room, leaving our dress, coat and shoes along the way, like clues to be followed. While I went to the kitchen to get water, he spread himself around my house with the ease of old β as if he were part of the environment β, curiously going through my records and books as he did through my body. I watched this scene in wonder as the sun set from the window, leaving behind the last bit of warmth from the end of the afternoon. From then on, it was up to us to keep warm: and so it was! (Continued)
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edu-40555 How can you be so ******, so hot, so delicious??? Infernuda, my chameleon πΏβ€οΈπ₯