And, buying everything I thought about my affair with Dennis was nothing related to a mere friendship, it was enough just for that bottle of wine of yours to end for us to see ourselves moored to each other. Dennis was a strong, handsome, powerful man, and he gave me an unusual boner. I didn't always need some stimulus to feel ready for him "and with that I just want to romanticize the term "get absurdly wet"", so it all started with a kiss and I already knew where it would end.That night, I had no plans to finish in Dennis' bed. In fact, we had kept the conversation in his living room to avoid repeating like the other times when we ended up in the upper rooms of his house and totally involved in that sexual torpor. However, even that didn't help, because it didn't take long for the conversation to fully distance itself from the main subject. Between one cup and another, Dennis got close enough to rub"This was so fast that I didn't even notice when it happened," he said in an alarmi

Dennis pressed me against his body, drinking everything he could from me, looking as enveloped by that feeling of rapture as I did. Our sounds mixed, and they weren't necessarily moans, but they seemed. We couldn't let go, because our mouths and tongues had met after a few months without contact, and the sounds we produced were a melody of our own. A melody that our body longed for.The horniness took over both of them, throwing everything up and spreading it around us. The feeling was the same as being in the eye of a hurricane, right in the face of a disaster of natural beauty. It was crazy to feel that kind of thing. At a certain point, I even forgot who we were, what had taken us there. I let Dennis work on my body, mold me to yours, wanting to disappear and become part of it.I pulled Dennis' shirt, not caring if I had broken some buttons in the process. He also didn't care, he interrupted the kiss just to pull his shirt out and throw it away, then devoured me with his lips again

The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.But the sound they made, even pretending, went deep into our heads. As a man who had not seen a naked and available girl in some time, I couldn't help but sigh when listening to the whining and panting breaths that echoed from every corner. Therefore, it was easier to pretend that everything was just a great porn scene, and that I could very well be watching it on a cell phone screen."Do you do everything? " Ramirez asked."I don't have anal sex," said the prostitute, still in a wh

It was an impression. I couldn't give you a certainty because you should never judge a book by its cover. It is obvious that most of those women one day dreamed of normal and dull sex. Some kind of love that lasted "even when the person fucked badly", and that was worth it. My guess about whether or not she wants something stronger could be pure machismo. So I stopped thinking about it. Although not imagining myself in Ramirez's situation was not possible at the moment.The woman bounced and shook against his lap, panting more for fatigue than for excitement. Ramirez moaned below her, and I made a face. The woman had enjoyed the moment with her fingers, but she was hating that shit. Her face didn't hide her discontent. Ramirez did not make the slightest effort to move his hips close to her, to make the lonely sound of her sitting become a clapping of her skins. Honestly, I was stunned by his lack of attitude.The woman was also upset about that, because when she noticed that their eye

I giggled softly. João was very good at his assumptions. No wonder I left the decision to take the lead of cases always in his hands. The man knew what he was doing most of the time."Maybe that's why we ended so easily," I spoke in the tone of those who prefer to conclude the subject. "Well, I just called to apologize for the delay, but if you keep talking to me, I'll be even later.”"The office is yours, woman," he said, laughing. "Take the day off and that's it.”"I can't, I want to solve my problems with my new client.”João made a suggestive sound."You're more interested than before in this case, aren't you?”"It's intriguing, I confess.”"Confess that you found the deta student a hell of a hottie," he said in an accusatory tone."Wez, I've never spoken with a laugh, but the lie was obvious.”"Right, I won't insist, you must already be burning out of shame. I'll save some for later, when you get to the office," he said with an evil laugh. "We'll be waiting for you, little boss.”