"Childish? "She asked in a tone of offense. "And do you really think you can judge me by something, Fred?”“ Yes. I can, "I answered firmly. "Did you really need to go to a nightclub, on the same day you just arrived from a trip, and still involve a younger boy in history? What was that? An attempt to make me jealous?”“ Jealousy? "She laughed, choking soon after. I leaned over to get a bottle of water from the mini minibar of the car. She didn't even thank her, but at least she drank. "Do you think I wanted to make you jealous? Who was the one who chased who?”"That doesn't matter.”"Oh, it matters, yes. If it were the other way around, you would also be freaking out.”"It wouldn't exist in reverse.”"Of course it would exist," she insisted, looking a little less drunk. "If I were still in Seattle, when you said you were having lunch with a friend, I would have shown up there to make a scandal. Even so, you wouldn't be acting like I am.”"So you acted like that because you were jealo

I made a point of waiting until Becca was at the tip of that abyss, I waited until she was giving in short arches. So I pulled my hand and pushed two fingers into it, knowing that that was the thickness that already stunned her, although it didn't even get close to my cock.Becca moaned and moved according to my finger movement, shaking in my hand, and letting me play with her intimacy. I felt it when the desire went up to her and slowly spilled, filling her. I could feel it when her vagina contracted around my fingers, sliding more liquids out, while she came.Becca could be even more beautiful when she came. The half-open lips, the flushed cheeks, the panting breath and the way she opened up even more when she no longer had control over her body... it was too much for me.Becca has always been a shameless woman, but after sex, she literally awakened the wild instinct in any man. Her breasts were rising according to the small arches that still escaped from her lips, which came togeth

Friederich laughed that echoed through the kitchen, and gave me goosebumps. I almost never saw him laughing, it was always new when it happened. That day, I couldn’t help but smile in response. He looked so different. I didn't know if the fact that I always saw him as a master and sovereign to anything had affected me so absurdly that I couldn't see him in his true form." Why are you looking at me that way, Becca? "He asked, with pure curiosity in his tone of voice."Because you are too kind, Fred," I replied on impulse. "And I think it took me too long to realize that.”For a quick moment, Fred watched me as if he were going to give me another long and breathtaking kiss, but then he sniffed the air and made a face towards the pan on my back."Are you having a barbecue, Miss Smith?”Fuck. I forgot about the eggs. I turned around and turned off the fire. In fact, I had already burned much of my culinary project. Fred had the common sense of not laughing, even so, I was upset."If you

Fred then stood up, getting rid of his own clothes. I didn't even have to stand up to see better, because he made a point of keeping me with a very clean vision for his beautiful body. Fred's body was wonderful, and I would praise it as many times as necessary.The turned muscles, the path of hair in his belly and even the entrance of the groin, the thick and erect cock, the thick thighs that promised strong pumps at each penetration... The man was a complete package of perfection. And I think the desire of that body over mine should have been well exposed, because Fred practically grunted like a beast when he went back to bed.Fred then captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking, spinning, and biting lightly. He made me moan, arch my body, and I felt more than ready to receive him. It was too wet. I already felt uncomfortable by the heat in the intimate region, by the lack of something to rub between my legs.But he kept torturing me, gaining time. And I just accepted what he wanted to

"Ah, Fred, I'm so sorry," I said again, leaning over to hug him. For a moment, Friederich seemed too tense for my taste, and I thought he would retreat, but he returned the hug. "Fred, I swear I had no idea of any of this and I wouldn't even have said anything to make your conscience worse when you tore that contract or before them. I had no idea.”Fred was silent, but hugged me tightly. We stayed for a whole moment like that. The world out there went on with its frequency. Cars, people, animals. Everyone continued with their life, but we need that moment. That moment of silence and comfort that we dedicate to each other.I knew I would cry later when I was alone. I wouldn't do it there, because Fred wouldn't interpret in a good way to see me sad for his life story. People who go through traumatic events never like to receive someone's penalty. The least I could offer was respect and admiration. For the man he had become. By the nature and character.I even put aside the anger that he