"I have a personal question," Pablo began, and I sat a little more upright against the cold wall. He coughed lightly. "Are you dating someone at the moment?”I giggled softly."Do you want to flirt with me, babe? "I asked."No, I don't know how to flirt," he said, sincere, shrugging. "Women usually exchanged two glances and then everything happened. It was like magic.”"Uh" I mocked, laughing. "I don't doubt you could make any woman crawl. Even if you're arrested, you're still not one to throw yourself away. But, answering your question, no, I don't date anyone. I mean, I have an unresolved case.”" One more," he joked."It is, but this case is a little complex," I said softly, and Pablo arched his eyebrows in an encouraging way. "Well, I kind of dated a guy, so we broke up and he came back with his ex-wife. So he broke up with her, and we kind of came back. Then we realized that we didn't work that way, together, and we moved away again. The problem is that separately we didn't work

Joana laughed loudly, even imitating a little pig by the sudden range of humor. I watched her from the corner of my eyes. She looked even more beautiful when she smiled openly. Did you realize that there was no point that didn't make it a dream of consumption for any man? She had never mentioned any situation that had felt despised by any man, whether by weight, appearance, or exacerbated financial condition."Well, I still don't know your younger brother, but I would say that you are the brave one," said Joana, already taking the thread of the conversation to start the subject of the reasons for me to be in jail. I knew she would take advantage of the moment at the first opportunity. I sighed with the imminence of the subject. "I wouldn't find a man who spent two years in prison and never gave his version of the story a coward. I don't know, I think it takes a lot of courage to risk this kind of thing. Not that I'm saying that you're really innocent, since you insist on not telling m

I don't know if it was the wine, but my whole body lit up before Pablo's words.He was well seated next to me, his penitentiary uniform rubbing against my fancy and expensive clothes, and everything I focused on was in his mouth. That full and perfect mouth, which I hadn't noticed in the moments we spent talking about our lives. In the moments when all I wanted was to gain his trust and finish that job right away. When we exposed our truths, it was as if a veil had been removed from my eyes."Do not think about doing anything you regret," he said in a low tone.I didn't notice that my hand was on his leg, and that's why he would be asking for that kind of thing. But even after I noticed, I didn't do anything to get away. I felt his muscles below that horrible uniform, I felt that thick and firm thigh, and my thoughts directed me directly to the day I fantasized to be being fucked by him. Right there, in that prison."I won't regret it," I said equally quietly."I don't do anything wit

Pablo began to move, slowly, because he was still too tight. His eyes found mine, and I noticed all the desire contained there. All the lust that doping us also awakened us. He bent down to bite my neck, to suck, and a mark certainly stayed there at the same time.The pressure of your mouth on my skin made me gasp again. It was a unique sound, simple, but that made him lose his temper. Pablo slipped more deeply against my intimacy, this time pushing hard. He held his shoulder with one hand, and leaned with his elbow on the floor, one of his legs flexed, and the movements became continuous.Intercut arches began to sound from my lips, regrets of a need that no longer had anywhere else to be contained. It all came down to the flames of that overwhelming passion. Pablo's moans mixed with mine, became feroly, he pressed my shoulder and lowered his mouth against mine. The kiss was even more intense, even stronger. And we had to stop it because the air became scarce.Pablo turned around me,

I leaned down, reaching her. Her back stuck to my chest and I bit her neck, with a moan stuck in my throat, I pulled Joana's hair back. I couldn't help myself by acting like an animal. We were both in our most lascivious and promiscuous state. We wouldn't be judged at that moment. There was no audience in there.Maybe outside, but if she kept holding back. If we continued without saying what we intended to do and just act, maybe no one would notice. Anyway, I was determined to make Joana remember who fucked her so furiously that night, so one of my hands went down to her ass, and the slaps continued.Moaning and moaning meaningless whining, we gave ourselves to that wet and dirty sex. Our skins began to sweat even more than they already were, but together that way, we just stuck even more. Joana bit her hand to moan loudly, and I said the worst kind of obscenity my mind could gather at that moment, whispering in her ear. Joana moaned again, totally involved by the smell of our sex in