The light breeze of the night gently touched our faces through the car's open glass. Friederich was next to me in the back seat, while Tyler was driving and Sawyer was by his side, in the passenger seat. The two most of the time looked at each other and made some signs with their heads.I hated this habit of talking in codes, the worst thing was that I seemed the only one not to understand anything, since Friederich also made some signs and then stared at me, as if he said to be calm, that it would be no big deal. Since I became aware of Joana's existence, I could no longer be calm.Even on our way back to my hometown, I ended up looking on every corner for some blue-eyed brunette who looked like her. The problem is that there were many.Friederich had not yet told me the reason for Joana's fit of fury, not even how they met. Something inside me said that she knew him the same way I did, being a submissive.I faced the landscape that passed quickly in blurs that made me dizzy. Frieder

"In addition to just using the table, I would like to thank you for the pleasant moments we spent together, Fred," hummed Becca.I couldn't stop it when she jumped off the table and knelt in front of me. Smiling maliciously, I leaned on the counter and watched her lower my pants and underwear. Without saying a word, Becca held my cock and began to stimulate it.Becca's brown and silky hair brushed my hand and thighs when I leaned towards her. Becca looked into my eyes with such a burning flame, that if we had already made an agreement on that before, if it was something usual among us to sketch looks of that kind, I would say it was something like passion, but I was not stupid to delude myself at this point.The eyes set on fire with desire, and she licked the head of my cock with a slight suction, forcing me to hold my breath before the sound, and the scene.The sound... The sound that Becca made when she had me sucking her pussy, and the sound she made when sucking my cock, that wou

It was always surprising to see her so wet for me, always waiting for my arrival, inviting me closer. The humidity shone between the pinkish tone, inviting me to an already so well-known, soft and desirous heat. I calmly held my lower lips and opened them a little more, until I saw her clitoris coming off the cape, already slightly swollen by the excitement on her owner's body.Becca palpitated under my hand, along the entire length of her pussy, she vibrated and burned like a forge in full operation. My two thumbs slid to those pink lips, pushing them away even further, and I bent down when the entrance of her pussy appeared, calling me to entertain her with my tongue.Becca slid against the bed, shuddering, lowering her hands to grab the sheets with all her strength. He didn't mention that he would touch me, as if he thought I was going to bother having his hands on me, but he kept his legs wide open, offering himself as a favorite dish on my menu.I revered her with every willpower

"It was wonderful. "He said, eating a little more pasta, soiling the corners of his mouth. I was sitting cross-legged, forcing my dress to stretch, admiring it while swallowing a piece of chicken. I took a napkin in front of the coffee table, passing it around Friederich's lips and kissing it quickly, taking it by surprise.“It was dirty. "I smiled timidly, still eating my chicken. "Before you ask, I didn't learn by reading any cookbook.”"Did your mother who taught?”"When I was 16 years old, and I decided to live in Seattle, I had to learn some things by myself. Or I would starve to death. If it weren't for me, even my friends who still live with me would go hungry. " I mocked while sad memories of my old alcoholic father flew in my thoughts. He was the one who had the culinary dowry in the family. "My father also cooks well... Although the food was not exactly something necessary in his life.”"You took care of yourself for a long time. "He said as if it were a question.I nodded.

With one hand, I pushed his cock to the throat, turning my tongue against the pulsating and soft flesh. Fred gasped, the way it makes every woman mad. With desire, horniness, lust without measure. I sucked with a slow movement of my tongue in its extension, getting fed up with that delicious and enviable part of his body. Not all the men I went out with were like Fred. The size of him. In his way. And that man drove me crazy.All that slowness to start oral sex, made me aware of his smell, that particular smell of sexual moments, and that took me off the axis completely. One of his legs was between mine, and I didn't notice when he stretched his blessed leg and touched my wet intimacy and desperate for contact. My eyes turned to his, and the man moaned in a muffled way.At that moment, Fred gave himself totally to me, of flesh and blood, or rather, of flesh and blood, as his cock throbbed against my tongue and silenced the inaudible murmurs of my throat. I increased the pressure in my