As I just mentioned last time, I don't have a driver or a passion to travel by taxi, so the presence of the car I use in the yard and my absence would give rise to questions and concerns from family members. I have nothing to do but take the tin to the first mouth of the subway, leave it parked somewhere, then use the public transport to the home of the blue-eyed blonde. The fact that she drinks is not worrying because, as far as I know, after my visits, she doesn't go anywhere, plus, at least so far, she has never managed to get drunk, at least in my presence. The trouble is that the woman insists on giving me a drink, and I, being forced by circumstances, still have to get behind the wheel at some point.
From Alice's written "behavior" I realize, or at least I suspect, not to say that I am convinced that the woman considered the "treatment" with a cock in her throat, if I made her vomit, as punishment . All her texts are very well written, grammatically correct and, why not admit, respectful. So, it's clear to me, he felt "with a fly on his hat" and he admits.
Now, if we are still "at peace", I don't address any donkeys to her either. The truth is that I like Alice for her youth, for the energy she emanates through every pore and, why not admit it, for her beauty as a good cock woman at the highest levels.
I'm thinking of giving him a ... "bonus" for good behavior, so I don't let ten days go by when I write to him: "Can you agree tomorrow, starting at nine o'clock in the morning?" He replies, "Let me write to you in a quarter of an hour, to be sure." I leave her, of course, because I know she has a boss.
Not even ten minutes pass when I am warned by phone that I have received a message: "Is there a problem if we postpone it for the next day?" I answer: "No love, you just know that, in principle, I am retired!" He sends me a laughing emoticon, plus the text: “Yes! Retired with young babes! "
I nail it: “The day after tomorrow, starting at nine o'clock. OK? "He answers me instantly with a puppet emoticon and the text:" OK ".
Leaving the subway station, I walk around the store and buy another bottle of Chivas Regal, then, as a matter of fact, I come face to face with the flowery gypsy, so I arm myself with a bouquet of flowers, even bigger than the one last time, for the same money, that I'm just an "old customer," as the woman puts it.
I'm clear that I'm kind ... "gone insane" as I can out of my head the image of Alice, standing head bowed legs and tails sticking bouquet in her pussy futăcioasă. Probably I'm good to go, in a straitjacket, to Bălăceanca! ... I'm of an unimaginable parsimony! ... On the one hand, I make gestures that can only impose respect, and on the other hand, my mind crochets some unparalleled donkeys! ...
Alice receives me in her characteristic outfit, that is, as she gave birth to me. I really ask her:
- If, by chance, the postman appeared in my place, let's say? ...
Laugh:
- If he is eighteen years old, I put him in the house and shoot him a number, so that the boy doesn't leave empty-handed ...
laugh:
"Is that how you pay?" In the nature?
He clings to me and kisses me. He tells me:
- Come on, while I take care of the flowers, which, by the way, are very beautiful, you wash and undress, because I have a craving! ...
I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, then, going into the living room, I take the textiles off me. Alice brings the bottle of Ballantines from the refrigerator, mentioning:
- If you prefer what you brought, no problem ...
"Wait, baby, calm down!"
He also brings glasses, then, as a good host, pours from liqueurs into glasses. We give good luck and drink. After we light a cigarette, Alice tells me, as if apologizing:
- You know, I postponed you for today, because I didn't know if I was escaping the cycle ...
laugh:
- Have you reached the age of your cycle?!? ... What a thing, sir! How much you have grown! ...
Smile, a little crooked:
- I don't know how long I have until ... forgive me ...
I react harshly:
"Get out of here, you're a kid!"
- Come on, I'm also looking in the mirror! ...
I pull her towards me and kiss her.
- You're a kid! ... Think positive! ...
Laugh, bitter:
- Yes, I'm five years old! ... On one leg! ...
- Well done, beauty! That's how you think! ...
I give it to "philosophers" ...
- You know, even now, at my age, I still feel like I have a young soul! ...
He looked me in the eye:
- You know, I'm convinced that the soul is immortal ...
I kiss her on the forehead. Throw the completely unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray, then grab my cock with your hand:
"Come on, we're not in religion class!"
She leans over, and her blond hair doesn't let me see what she's doing to me, I just feel her treat me with her lips, her tongue and even her teeth ... I explode, that is, better said, I expand in what what is called an erection or, in Romanian, my dick rises because he sees in front of the "eye" only the pussy, Alice's pussy which, inspired, rises only to support her feet on the seat of the sofa, and her butt the rags futăcioasă down to the entry pizdulicei her slut is beset by head my dick. With hands, keeps my shoulders as the railing. it's already left, heavy on me. I feel the cervix, cervix, maybe stomach. He didn't lie, he really wants to fuck! ...
I like to feel her blonde hair braided with the fingers of my hands. I pull her towards me and kiss her, dearly, enthusiastically, I would say. I like what she does to me, and the woman, clearly, doesn't have much to learn. He knows them all! ... Comment:
- You're good, good, good, good! ...
She pauses in her undulating movements and, smiling, looks me in the eye:
"You know, I haven't taken pills since this cycle." If I stay, know I'm doing it!
My laughter swells:
- Honey, if you're thinking of becoming a mother, you really need another stallion! ... The one you ride now is expired! ...
He frowned, looking around.
"Didn't you leave some milk on a sperm bank?"
laugh:
"I didn't know we'd meet!"
She laughs too, then becomes serious again:
Do you really think that ... octogenarian dads used ... drivers?
I laugh again:
Drivers, gardeners, commission agents, postmen, dairymen ... the list remains open! ...
He rolls his eyes:
Finish! Ohhhhhhh! ... What a binnne! ...
I help her up and put my dick in her pussy from behind futăcioasă. I no longer think about how she feels, but, selfishly, I think only of myself. I speed up my ass and finish in less than a minute. He turns to face me:
- You thought you were fooling me! ... Look, I still managed to finish with you! ... That's it, you made me pregnant! ...
laugh:
Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
I don't take her out until she frees herself from the beauty's pussy. I remember:
- What are we doing, beautiful, because today we didn't play with your little baragladina! ...
He turns and kisses me with fire:
- I felt good! Enormous!...
He frowns:
"But what, are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"
laugh:
- Yes, honey, after I wash, I drink another whiskey and then I crawl ... to your bedroom.
He kisses me again, then, in a pleading little girl's voice:
- Are you washing my head? ...
I laugh again:
- I'm washing your pussy too, baby, on your cervix! ...
winded:
- Come on, you're making me curious!
Get in the tub after showering phone unscrew the hose, his beautiful bag, placed ass, legs-n ve, ten centimeters hose in her pussy futăcioasă. It is clear to me that he can feel the jet of water penetrating his every nook and cranny. Comment:
- I don't know what you think, but here in here, with this thing, I don't think you can bring me to orgasm ...
"It was about washing you, dove!"
She is thoughtful:
- Yes, because ... he even washed me! ... What the fuck are you doing to me, are you a gynecologist?!? ...
I laugh, but I'm really surprised that I managed to upset her:
- Baby, I don't want to get on the map! ...
Having said that, I already took the hose out of her pussy. We take each other in our arms, rocking ...
I ask her:
- Tell me, baby, without upset, about how many kilometers of cock you have active? ...
After a moment's pause, thinking, he answers me with a question:
- You mean the chickens, piece by piece, or ... in and out? ...
"If you're still able to answer, give me both!"
Laugh:
- In the piece, it's a few good meters, but, you'll laugh, I know girls who are hundreds of meters, not like me! ... Instead, at the entrances and exits, I think you can walk, quietly, to the moon and back , that I like the dying cock! ... Ready! ... I told you! ... I'm a bitch! ... Two lei lion! ...
laugh:
- Little chicken, today, even the blowjob, on the belt, it's fifty! ... Where ... two lions?!? ...
Back in the living room, for another glass of whiskey, he asks me questions:
"You know, even though I promised you I wouldn't, I'll still say a name once." Worship.
He pauses, theatrically, then:
- I want to understand how I became part of your couple.
What can you explain to such a thing?!: ...
I take it "on the plains":
"You're a whore, my girl! ... I'm sorry!" Bitch! ... Good cock, like a mess! ... I would put my cock in my throat! ...
I, doing or speaking, have no idea, I'm, surprisingly, with my cock raised. I give myself a fierce male:
"Come on, asshole!"
It does not conform at all but, with a kind of sweetness in my eyes, it apostrophizes me:
- With the ass, the fools are passing! I'm going to kiss you, and for my sophisticated young lady's ass, I have ... Brâncuși! ... Come on, fuck me! ...
I feel like she wants to tell me something:
"Are you making me, or ... am I making myself?"
I admit I'm a little confused:
- What?...
- Put the toy in me! ...
I comply, then ask her:
- Do you play alone, or do I participate?
- You ... keep it! ...
I see her in the living room speeding like a hawk on the phone.
It's not twenty minutes since the doorbell at the entrance to the apartment rang. A blonde, young and, why not admit it, sexy thing appears like a huddle, holding her phone as a trophy that, without embarrassment, lands in the arms of the chair
Ejaculate ", from it, like a mess:
- "I only have sex protected, I don't care that he's old, that I keep sucking his dick, stuff!" ...
I'm in hell:
- Sister, give her the travel money and ... ready! ... Either she leaves or I leave! ...
Ass salt up:
- What did you wrinkle like that, boyar?!?
I look at Alice.
- Either you understand what I said, or ... I kiss you sweet! ..
Babe, girl to girl, or gypsy, whatever you want to take, threatens me:
- Dude, you don't come out alive! ...
I tell him what my place of residence is. then I ask her:
- Do you want anything else?
She is, she sees, actually terrified:
- Boss, are you really from there? ...
- Yes love!...
"Forgive me, boyar!"
- I forgive you, beautiful! ... Take ten lei from the eagle and run! ...
Comply. comment:
- Either you don't know, or you don't make the connection, but in our country, through the locality, things happened ... that's why the girl is scared! ...
He has a "long" look ...
- Initially, I called her to wipe my dust ... What can be with you?!? ...
laugh:
- Murders, parachuting, that's why ...
He thinks:
- And I, who thought you were in a peak area! ...
laugh:
- Peak, sister, but ... several peaks! ...
He looked out the window, admiring the scenery:
"You know, I thought maybe I'd like you ..."
It is clear to me that, in a veiled way, he apologizes. I'm not going to make it ugly, because it just offered me a babe, not vitriol in my eyes:
- Baby, you do me countless pleasures. I like the way you are, and meeting you is enough for me. I have no idea what Venus told you about me, how many truths and how many inventions, but I really have a habit. I'm not lying, except in the interest of work.
Suddenly, he gets excited:
"Can you promise not to bother me if I ask you something?"
I smile:
"Come on, now that I'm in a good mood," he asks.
- Can I get another man?
I burst out laughing:
- Honey, I know you have those kids, so who do you have with! ... If it's me, wow, I don't feel like assistants or teachers! ...
He looked back:
- You know, I was thinking about all sorts of things ...
- What stuff, baby?
Let some time pass, then, in a melancholy voice, a story begins to depend:
- You know, I was a kid, about nine years old, when, at Vama Veche, I met some guys, bearded and hairy, with some funny fire babes, with that air of hippies or, as he calls them now, of customs officers ... I drank - they did honor - I smoked, then, about smoking, they lit something, something special and ... they gave it to me too. One of the girls had gotten into my soul and kept encouraging me to get out of that thing. I didn't shoot much in the chest, but, of course, something, something got there too. What is certain is that my will was reduced to dust, and the friendly redhead helped me lose my panties, then she laid me down on a table and, of course, took me by the tongue. After she got tired, or I got tired of having an orgasm and I can't remember, the boys started taking me. There were four. None of them ended up in me, there, but they finally gave it to me to suck. Meanwhile, the girls were stroking and licking my breasts, belly, hands, feet ... It was a mixture of sensations, indescribable. In the morning, I woke up on the beach, naked and alone, with my clothes under my head, as a pillow. I've never seen them before and I, really scared, shortened my vacation ...
I look at her seriously:
"I suppose you want to draw a conclusion, too."
laughing:
- I want to be mailed! ...
I laugh too:
- And what stops you?!?
He makes the mournful mourner, joking:
- I have the status of a respectable woman. How do you think the neighbors would look at me?!?
"With disgust and envy!"
Laugh:
"Aren't I crazy?"
And I, laughing, answer:
- Why did you just proved it, bringing it to a rope that fucked without asking me.
He comes and nests in front of the couch, at my feet, hugging my knees:
"How stupid I can be!"
They became serious. Very serious. I pull Alice by the arm, sitting her on the couch next to me:
- Love, at the age "and your preparation" you have a choice: either you are left alone, with or without fear, or you find a life partner. You can have, I am convinced, children too. By the way, how many active abortions do you have?
- No one!
- But ... you avoided it!
- With holiness! ...
He looked, again, "along the line":
- Men ... are as they are ...
laugh:
"And women, asshole!"
- Yes, but men are still men, and we are whores!
- And what do you want, love, to change the course of the planet?!?
He hugs me:
- I want you to fuck me! ... Come to the bedroom! ...
laugh:
- Well ... little thief, you want Brâncuși!
- Yes, ddddaaaa, daaaaa, ddddaaaaa! ... Brâncuși, daaaaaa! ...
I don't put any more expensive cream or plafar cream on them, but I simply aim and spit on the ass hole and then, without hesitation, I introduce Brâncuși. On top of that, he receives everything I give him, without wailing, protests, moans. So the girl can!
Since we fuck tool bag between me mirobolantei small labia, vagina futăcioasă forându them skilled. I don't let her process me, but I fuck her hard, and Alexandra, an obedient girl, shakes her, at which point, I, too, start to pull them out and put the scarf back in place. from what he told me, he kills her. I take out four balls, I put in four balls ... I'm hard to describe, both the sounds and the movements ... The main thing is that he keeps threatening me with ... "kill me" ...
I ask her:
- Do you want two, three, four, six, crawling?!?
- Shut up and ... fffffutemmmmmăăăăă! ...
I laugh:
- Give me the vibrator, I'll put it in your pussy!
- I'm not giving you anything! ... I'm satisfied!
- What did you say?!? Satiscăfutută?!?
- Ocna!
- Boarfă!
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