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Elena, I'll pick you up tonight.
I'm calling Elena, my boss' wife. I already told you about her, we'd been playing for a week, in front of her husband, in front of the owner of the company I work in. He left me the phone number. I waited seven days to call her: not a message, not a WhatsApp. No weakness.
⁃ Be ready in front of the house at 11pm. I should have you ready in front of your husband, slowly. Makeup, get dressed. Sensual. I want some pictures of the preparation and he has to look.
He didn't put up much resistance. But I figured as much. He wants to live.
⁃ Black dress, sober. Short. Self-regents, I want him to barely see the lace. Heels, of course, even if you get taller than me. In fact, that's exactly why.
I'm at your place at 11:00 p.m. sharp, and you're on the street. Well, I don't like delays.
Get in the car, slow. She can move, all right.
Your hair is loose tonight. She looks 10 years younger than she does.
⁃ Where are you taking me? - Flirtatious. While she's saying it, her hair is loose, a gesture I would have learned to love.
⁃ Tonight we go to a club - She smiles but doesn't know.
The car ride to a nearby city is a normal conversation, few innuendos, just the right ones to warm up the mood. I don't get carried away. I have a plan that Elena doesn't know about.
We arrive at our destination, and she looks at me strangely: - it's strange this privé - she tells me perplexed.
⁃ She's not - I answer, smiling quietly. - Tonight we listen to beautiful music together with the winds-something. He makes a strange face, as if to tell me: - Why did you bring me here, you could have done what you wanted with me, and you go out with a normal evening.
It's midnight now, there's a little queue. Between the boys and the girls in the queue reigns the indefinite. A generation searching for an identity, unaware, yet, different from us. As we approach the cashier to pay, and get our wrist stamped, it darkens even more. But as I pay:
⁃ See, Elena? The clubs deprived are pretty predictable. They go for people who like to call themselves transgressive, yet go to a place that was born to fuck. Not for nothing, in many clubs, there are only prostitutes or illegal couples who have no home to go to.
She's curious now.
⁃ Instead, seducing a 23-24 year old girl for a couple is a masterstroke. Here's your assignment, Elena. I want you to bring a woman home for me. And for you.
Wait a second, I raised in my poker hand. On your break, I'm gonna count the odds of you telling me to fuck off. He won't.
⁃ Alright. - And he smiles at me. - Pig. - And while he's saying it, he grabs my dick off my pants.
As I'm asking for two scotches that the bartender has to get off the shelves, behind the slop these 20-year-old music lovers drink, I look around. Elena attracts the attention, of men, with desire, and of women, with ill-concealed contempt; and a charge of envy. The girls of this evening would like to have her confidence. That is my wager.
We chat, we look around. After the initial bewilderment, Elena is like a little girl in a candy store. She smells the stench of youth, the yearning of 20-year-olds who look at her and envy me. I don't remind her, not yet, that she has to find a little girl for both of us.
We'll start dancing after a while. The evening is heating up. And in that electronics that Elena doesn't know, she reveals all her sensuality.
She puts her hands to her thighs, dances on her heels, looks at me, barely lifts her sheath dress to reveal her lace. I almost feel the erection of the sexting people around us. At a certain point I follow her gaze: she spots a couple kissing in the middle of the dance floor. Tall, beautiful, fresh. He wants them, I know it.
⁃ Which one do you want? - I say it in her ear. She smiles: - Is that a question to ask? Both of them.
⁃ You can't. Just one her tonight. - She puts her face to me and in answer she comes close to the two.
I dance slowly next to her as she seduces them. A few glances, slow and fast movements, and after a while her buttocks touch his pants, his eyes planted in her pants. She is hypnotic. The sexting girl is good at it, he accompanies her, he squeezes her hips. He even starts to move her and Elena, mischievous, still brings her buttocks closer to his cock. She looks at me, out of the corner of her eye, laughs, almost at full mouth. I know, he has a hard cock and Elena is happy.
She moves on him, while I watch the girl. He's looking at me, he's understanding. Short dress, Parisian, speaker at the foot. Short hair, a modern helmet. Green eyes, shining on the raven above her head. It's a sign that I'm getting closer. Elena sees her, and in response she turns to kiss him.
I get closer:
- Slut - I whisper to Elena. The little girl hears me. She laughs: - We know you are players. - Sly. You'll get what you deserve.
They drank, I know. And they can handle it less than we can. I kiss her, while Elena kisses him. We're all very close, side by side now. I'm holding her hips, I'm pulling away from her skillful tongue, and with my barely wet lips: - You have no idea what a player is, sexting.
She reacts, hot. Intense. Fast. Takes Elena out of his hands, grabs her face, looks at her, for interminable minutes. And he kisses her.
I must say that in spite of my experience, the electronics pulsing, their bodies clutching together give me a rare erection, one of the most intense. The pants hurt and I must use all my strength to stay calm. But I give them space, that's exactly what I wanted.
The hotwife and the little girl, cheeky and admired from all over the place. The shrewd ones know what's going on, and they envy it.
The less clever ones do it to get their smartphones out, and they resume the scene. I approach quickly: - Let's go away.
The two of them follow me, and the girl's boyfriend is right behind me. It wasn't in the deal.
We stop at the bar of the club, I leave a disproportionate amount of money to take away four scotch with the glasses: I almost had to fight with the bartender, to be able to do it. 50 Euros tip convinced her. (Honestly, even the negotiation excited me, the baristas at the bar are always intriguing).
Outside of the bedlam, the smoke, the noise, in a small public garden next to the bar, I get myself together, my erection just dumb, despite the heat of what will happen.
⁃ Choose boy: you can get a blowjob from Elena now, here in the park. But then you'll have to forget about her - and I point to the little girl - for one night.
They're petrified, and horny.
⁃ Weren't you players?
His erection, revealed by his tight pants, clearly tells me what he wants. Elena knows. She comes over, pulls down his zipper. The girl makes a protest, but in response I grab her from behind. Or rather, I touch her, because when I touch her, she leaves, almost, she leans towards me.
⁃ How excited are you, pig? - she says to me. I'm sure she's convinced the four of us are leaving.
⁃ Never as excited as you, little girl - I tell her as I hug her from behind I slide my fingers under her dress. A pleasant surprise, she's without panties. And she's soaked.
I get distracted for a moment, time to pull myself together and I see Elena kneeling on the ground, with his cock in her hand, looking at him, wise with her fingers. It is very hard. She takes it between her lips, and slides it completely into his mouth, without hesitating for a moment. He moans and moans, he won't stay long, this 20-year-old. Elena knows.
I masturbate the girl, slowly, more and more excited to see her man in another woman's mouth. I know she'd like to join in, but she really doesn't want to ruin the magic.
Now Elena accelerates. I tried her mouth. I know how hard it is to resist. Especially when she decides to make you enjoy it.
She takes it in her hand, looks at it, and looks at me as she starts licking the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, first slow, covering and uncovering the chapel, then faster. He is now panting, breathing fast. He's probably had his dick bursting for half an hour.
Elena continues with the tongue, fast, while the hand saw him slowly. I know what he's doing, I know that soon he's going to splash her face. I let him do it, when he decides to surprise me. She's gonna pop off for a second: - Bring her here, let's abort her dress with her boyfriend's sperm.
I keep masturbating her as I approach her, I feel she's going to enjoy it too. - You think it's over, sexting? - I tell you, almost in a whisper.
Elena keeps licking the chapel and the frenulum and when she feels he's about to explode she turns his cock towards the girl's dress. He explodes.
As he splashes copiously on her dress, I stop masturbating her, on the verge of orgasm. - Asshole - moaning the little girl, unburdened by pleasure. He continues for a while to cum, strength and the edge of youth. I didn't have that luck when I was sexting.
I won't tell you his complaints, though, when the little girl decides to take us home. The secret? Denying her orgasm. She's as excited as she's ever been in life, a couple wants her for her toys, her boyfriend, or her bedfellow, he just cummed her dress. She wants to come away with us.
I kiss Elena, sticking two fingers in her pussy after moving her thong, while we watch them fight, she turns around, cumshot, smiles and says, let's go away.
We keep her in the back seat, while every now and then Elena wise my excitement with her hands, on the highway. The little girl looks at us, and does something I honestly wouldn't have expected. I drive fast on the highway, while she gets up her dress and starts masturbating, legs wide open, to be seen from the rearview mirror. I'd like to stop at the gas station to stop her from enjoying it, but she's so excited that she practically enjoys it after 30 seconds of masturbation.
It's an absolute spectacle. But I don't want her to understand that.
I'm just waiting for her to pull herself together:
⁃ You'll have to punish her, Elena.
They're both smiling.
Coming home is full of cravings. The little girl can't get enough of an orgasm, and neither Elena nor I enjoyed it.
Let's go in my house. - Little girl - says Elena - undress.
She performs.
⁃ Stand perfectly on all fours, and wait for us.
Let's go into the bedroom. Elena gets down, pulls out my hard cock and starts sucking it. Then she picks it up, puts her face to the closet and practically shoves it in me.
⁃ Fuck me, but don't let her hear.
I start fucking her hard, quietly. She's got her loincloth moved, her pussy dripping, my fingers in her mouth so she doesn't scream or be heard. I can't resist, I want her to enjoy it and I'm going to rip her first orgasm with my dick stuck in her pussy.
Her legs are shaking a little bit, but she'll pull herself together.
⁃ Where do you keep the games? She tells me while she takes off her dress and stays in her heels, bra and thong, real. She's perfect.
⁃ What games? - I answer her
⁃ Don't fuck with me.
I'm opening the game bag in front of her. She picks the riding crop. Bravo, Elena.
Let's go back to the little girl. I'm pleasantly surprised. She knows how to play. She's still perfectly lined up, hands, feet, shoulders.
Elena starts stroking her back with her riding crop.
⁃ What is your safe word?
⁃ Elephant - Respond. My lip is arching.
⁃ You have been disobedient - says Elena. And the whip, strong. She screams, she didn't expect so much pain, but she clenches her teeth.
⁃ First you left your boyfriend emptied of semen to go away with two strangers.
⁃... - but he doesn't have time to finish the sentence. The whipping comes right on her pussy, I hear her scream mixed with the noise of the leather-crushed moods.
Elena knows she's hurt her, now she has to fix it. Caring, it's called.
She snuggles up behind you, beautiful. - Look at me. And videotape me with my phone while I caress her pussy with my tongue. Then send it to the cuckold.
I'll do it. I like this dominant mode of his.
She's as good at licking as I am, but she's good. I make the video, and I send it to my boss with a comment: "Elena's having fun." I bend over with her, we kiss with the tongue on the pussy of the little girl who's starting to moan again. We're good. We get lost in our dirty mouths of her moods, we both stick our tongues in that little girl we're possessing.
⁃ Fuck her. - She says to me.
My dick is so hard, I won't let me repeat it. I put the condom on and I start fucking her slowly. Me on my feet, her on all fours.
Elena starts licking my asshole and I almost cum. But then she goes to the balls and slips towards the pussy of the girl whose moans are getting louder and louder. We've got her hot and multi-orgasmic, I think, the way I like it.
Her pussy is so tight and so wet. The slow aim, then faster, then slow again.
⁃ In the ass - says Elena. As she says it I can feel her pussy contracting, she is enjoying it. It's a moment, the orgasm is about to explode and Elena stops her with her soaked pussy - Lick me, bitch, while my lover fucks your ass. My dick soaked in her moods makes its way slowly in the tight ass, and I enjoy all the penetration, from above, while I watch Elena's pussy licked greedily by a girl of 20 and something years old who moans and enjoys my cock and the situation.
I'm about to go crazy, I know. Elena knows it: with a tongue that licks her pussy and lips she's massacring your clit. Her screams rise up as she splashes her orgasm in the face to little girls and she falls almost exhausted by the pleasure that goes through her legs, stomach, brain. While the nightmare, I pass my hand on her clitoris and she explodes too, of ass and pussy and moods on my dick still covered by a condom.
I slip off, I take it off, I can't resist.
I approach with my dick to my mouth. She's still on all fours, almost exhausted, but she takes my dick in her mouth, for the first time. She's not as good as Elena, but she's good.
⁃ Now we use you as a cumshot, darling, the last punishment.
The girl takes me in her hand and jerks me off, looks at her with an air of defiance: - Just the last one?
Elena takes me in her hand, and turns my marble cock into her mouth, approaching hers.
⁃ Now pick up the phone and don't cum, not yet. Make a video, film me, in her face, sucking it, and her tongue sucking with me.
Carrying out this order is complicated, I have cum practically in my brain. But I can't give in now.
I make the video while they both lick my chapel and kiss. It's an incredible moment. Elena's holding me and I know what she's doing.
She's checking the cum coming up in the auction, she knows it's close.
And while I'm enjoying it she grabs my dick and jerks me in the mouth of her, the little girl, who licks and sucks me and drinks one, two, three, four, five, six thick hot flakes.
She drinks the first ones and pours the rest on my lips and breasts. Elena approaches and in a single lick from breast to neck to lips she dries it completely, drinking me and ending up giving her a very hot kiss.
I'm exhausted while I send my boss my cock exploding in the mouth of a little girl driven by his wife's hand.
Let's take the little girl home, exhausted and tired. We give her one last masturbation, in the car, always behind us. She screams like a damn while she enjoys the strength of youth again.
I'm taking Elena home to her husband, still excited. Maybe she'll fuck him, and maybe she'll saw him just by telling him about our night. Either way, a great story has just begun.
I'm calling Elena, my boss' wife. I already told you about her, we'd been playing for a week, in front of her husband, in front of the owner of the company I work in. He left me the phone number. I waited seven days to call her: not a message, not a WhatsApp. No weakness.
⁃ Be ready in front of the house at 11pm. I should have you ready in front of your husband, slowly. Makeup, get dressed. Sensual. I want some pictures of the preparation and he has to look.
He didn't put up much resistance. But I figured as much. He wants to live.
⁃ Black dress, sober. Short. Self-regents, I want him to barely see the lace. Heels, of course, even if you get taller than me. In fact, that's exactly why.
I'm at your place at 11:00 p.m. sharp, and you're on the street. Well, I don't like delays.
Get in the car, slow. She can move, all right.
Your hair is loose tonight. She looks 10 years younger than she does.
⁃ Where are you taking me? - Flirtatious. While she's saying it, her hair is loose, a gesture I would have learned to love.
⁃ Tonight we go to a club - She smiles but doesn't know.
The car ride to a nearby city is a normal conversation, few innuendos, just the right ones to warm up the mood. I don't get carried away. I have a plan that Elena doesn't know about.
We arrive at our destination, and she looks at me strangely: - it's strange this privé - she tells me perplexed.
⁃ She's not - I answer, smiling quietly. - Tonight we listen to beautiful music together with the winds-something. He makes a strange face, as if to tell me: - Why did you bring me here, you could have done what you wanted with me, and you go out with a normal evening.
It's midnight now, there's a little queue. Between the boys and the girls in the queue reigns the indefinite. A generation searching for an identity, unaware, yet, different from us. As we approach the cashier to pay, and get our wrist stamped, it darkens even more. But as I pay:
⁃ See, Elena? The clubs deprived are pretty predictable. They go for people who like to call themselves transgressive, yet go to a place that was born to fuck. Not for nothing, in many clubs, there are only prostitutes or illegal couples who have no home to go to.
She's curious now.
⁃ Instead, seducing a 23-24 year old girl for a couple is a masterstroke. Here's your assignment, Elena. I want you to bring a woman home for me. And for you.
Wait a second, I raised in my poker hand. On your break, I'm gonna count the odds of you telling me to fuck off. He won't.
⁃ Alright. - And he smiles at me. - Pig. - And while he's saying it, he grabs my dick off my pants.
As I'm asking for two scotches that the bartender has to get off the shelves, behind the slop these 20-year-old music lovers drink, I look around. Elena attracts the attention, of men, with desire, and of women, with ill-concealed contempt; and a charge of envy. The girls of this evening would like to have her confidence. That is my wager.
We chat, we look around. After the initial bewilderment, Elena is like a little girl in a candy store. She smells the stench of youth, the yearning of 20-year-olds who look at her and envy me. I don't remind her, not yet, that she has to find a little girl for both of us.
We'll start dancing after a while. The evening is heating up. And in that electronics that Elena doesn't know, she reveals all her sensuality.
She puts her hands to her thighs, dances on her heels, looks at me, barely lifts her sheath dress to reveal her lace. I almost feel the erection of the sexting people around us. At a certain point I follow her gaze: she spots a couple kissing in the middle of the dance floor. Tall, beautiful, fresh. He wants them, I know it.
⁃ Which one do you want? - I say it in her ear. She smiles: - Is that a question to ask? Both of them.
⁃ You can't. Just one her tonight. - She puts her face to me and in answer she comes close to the two.
I dance slowly next to her as she seduces them. A few glances, slow and fast movements, and after a while her buttocks touch his pants, his eyes planted in her pants. She is hypnotic. The sexting girl is good at it, he accompanies her, he squeezes her hips. He even starts to move her and Elena, mischievous, still brings her buttocks closer to his cock. She looks at me, out of the corner of her eye, laughs, almost at full mouth. I know, he has a hard cock and Elena is happy.
She moves on him, while I watch the girl. He's looking at me, he's understanding. Short dress, Parisian, speaker at the foot. Short hair, a modern helmet. Green eyes, shining on the raven above her head. It's a sign that I'm getting closer. Elena sees her, and in response she turns to kiss him.
I get closer:
- Slut - I whisper to Elena. The little girl hears me. She laughs: - We know you are players. - Sly. You'll get what you deserve.
They drank, I know. And they can handle it less than we can. I kiss her, while Elena kisses him. We're all very close, side by side now. I'm holding her hips, I'm pulling away from her skillful tongue, and with my barely wet lips: - You have no idea what a player is, sexting.
She reacts, hot. Intense. Fast. Takes Elena out of his hands, grabs her face, looks at her, for interminable minutes. And he kisses her.
I must say that in spite of my experience, the electronics pulsing, their bodies clutching together give me a rare erection, one of the most intense. The pants hurt and I must use all my strength to stay calm. But I give them space, that's exactly what I wanted.
The hotwife and the little girl, cheeky and admired from all over the place. The shrewd ones know what's going on, and they envy it.
The less clever ones do it to get their smartphones out, and they resume the scene. I approach quickly: - Let's go away.
The two of them follow me, and the girl's boyfriend is right behind me. It wasn't in the deal.
We stop at the bar of the club, I leave a disproportionate amount of money to take away four scotch with the glasses: I almost had to fight with the bartender, to be able to do it. 50 Euros tip convinced her. (Honestly, even the negotiation excited me, the baristas at the bar are always intriguing).
Outside of the bedlam, the smoke, the noise, in a small public garden next to the bar, I get myself together, my erection just dumb, despite the heat of what will happen.
⁃ Choose boy: you can get a blowjob from Elena now, here in the park. But then you'll have to forget about her - and I point to the little girl - for one night.
They're petrified, and horny.
⁃ Weren't you players?
His erection, revealed by his tight pants, clearly tells me what he wants. Elena knows. She comes over, pulls down his zipper. The girl makes a protest, but in response I grab her from behind. Or rather, I touch her, because when I touch her, she leaves, almost, she leans towards me.
⁃ How excited are you, pig? - she says to me. I'm sure she's convinced the four of us are leaving.
⁃ Never as excited as you, little girl - I tell her as I hug her from behind I slide my fingers under her dress. A pleasant surprise, she's without panties. And she's soaked.
I get distracted for a moment, time to pull myself together and I see Elena kneeling on the ground, with his cock in her hand, looking at him, wise with her fingers. It is very hard. She takes it between her lips, and slides it completely into his mouth, without hesitating for a moment. He moans and moans, he won't stay long, this 20-year-old. Elena knows.
I masturbate the girl, slowly, more and more excited to see her man in another woman's mouth. I know she'd like to join in, but she really doesn't want to ruin the magic.
Now Elena accelerates. I tried her mouth. I know how hard it is to resist. Especially when she decides to make you enjoy it.
She takes it in her hand, looks at it, and looks at me as she starts licking the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, first slow, covering and uncovering the chapel, then faster. He is now panting, breathing fast. He's probably had his dick bursting for half an hour.
Elena continues with the tongue, fast, while the hand saw him slowly. I know what he's doing, I know that soon he's going to splash her face. I let him do it, when he decides to surprise me. She's gonna pop off for a second: - Bring her here, let's abort her dress with her boyfriend's sperm.
I keep masturbating her as I approach her, I feel she's going to enjoy it too. - You think it's over, sexting? - I tell you, almost in a whisper.
Elena keeps licking the chapel and the frenulum and when she feels he's about to explode she turns his cock towards the girl's dress. He explodes.
As he splashes copiously on her dress, I stop masturbating her, on the verge of orgasm. - Asshole - moaning the little girl, unburdened by pleasure. He continues for a while to cum, strength and the edge of youth. I didn't have that luck when I was sexting.
I won't tell you his complaints, though, when the little girl decides to take us home. The secret? Denying her orgasm. She's as excited as she's ever been in life, a couple wants her for her toys, her boyfriend, or her bedfellow, he just cummed her dress. She wants to come away with us.
I kiss Elena, sticking two fingers in her pussy after moving her thong, while we watch them fight, she turns around, cumshot, smiles and says, let's go away.
We keep her in the back seat, while every now and then Elena wise my excitement with her hands, on the highway. The little girl looks at us, and does something I honestly wouldn't have expected. I drive fast on the highway, while she gets up her dress and starts masturbating, legs wide open, to be seen from the rearview mirror. I'd like to stop at the gas station to stop her from enjoying it, but she's so excited that she practically enjoys it after 30 seconds of masturbation.
It's an absolute spectacle. But I don't want her to understand that.
I'm just waiting for her to pull herself together:
⁃ You'll have to punish her, Elena.
They're both smiling.
Coming home is full of cravings. The little girl can't get enough of an orgasm, and neither Elena nor I enjoyed it.
Let's go in my house. - Little girl - says Elena - undress.
She performs.
⁃ Stand perfectly on all fours, and wait for us.
Let's go into the bedroom. Elena gets down, pulls out my hard cock and starts sucking it. Then she picks it up, puts her face to the closet and practically shoves it in me.
⁃ Fuck me, but don't let her hear.
I start fucking her hard, quietly. She's got her loincloth moved, her pussy dripping, my fingers in her mouth so she doesn't scream or be heard. I can't resist, I want her to enjoy it and I'm going to rip her first orgasm with my dick stuck in her pussy.
Her legs are shaking a little bit, but she'll pull herself together.
⁃ Where do you keep the games? She tells me while she takes off her dress and stays in her heels, bra and thong, real. She's perfect.
⁃ What games? - I answer her
⁃ Don't fuck with me.
I'm opening the game bag in front of her. She picks the riding crop. Bravo, Elena.
Let's go back to the little girl. I'm pleasantly surprised. She knows how to play. She's still perfectly lined up, hands, feet, shoulders.
Elena starts stroking her back with her riding crop.
⁃ What is your safe word?
⁃ Elephant - Respond. My lip is arching.
⁃ You have been disobedient - says Elena. And the whip, strong. She screams, she didn't expect so much pain, but she clenches her teeth.
⁃ First you left your boyfriend emptied of semen to go away with two strangers.
⁃... - but he doesn't have time to finish the sentence. The whipping comes right on her pussy, I hear her scream mixed with the noise of the leather-crushed moods.
Elena knows she's hurt her, now she has to fix it. Caring, it's called.
She snuggles up behind you, beautiful. - Look at me. And videotape me with my phone while I caress her pussy with my tongue. Then send it to the cuckold.
I'll do it. I like this dominant mode of his.
She's as good at licking as I am, but she's good. I make the video, and I send it to my boss with a comment: "Elena's having fun." I bend over with her, we kiss with the tongue on the pussy of the little girl who's starting to moan again. We're good. We get lost in our dirty mouths of her moods, we both stick our tongues in that little girl we're possessing.
⁃ Fuck her. - She says to me.
My dick is so hard, I won't let me repeat it. I put the condom on and I start fucking her slowly. Me on my feet, her on all fours.
Elena starts licking my asshole and I almost cum. But then she goes to the balls and slips towards the pussy of the girl whose moans are getting louder and louder. We've got her hot and multi-orgasmic, I think, the way I like it.
Her pussy is so tight and so wet. The slow aim, then faster, then slow again.
⁃ In the ass - says Elena. As she says it I can feel her pussy contracting, she is enjoying it. It's a moment, the orgasm is about to explode and Elena stops her with her soaked pussy - Lick me, bitch, while my lover fucks your ass. My dick soaked in her moods makes its way slowly in the tight ass, and I enjoy all the penetration, from above, while I watch Elena's pussy licked greedily by a girl of 20 and something years old who moans and enjoys my cock and the situation.
I'm about to go crazy, I know. Elena knows it: with a tongue that licks her pussy and lips she's massacring your clit. Her screams rise up as she splashes her orgasm in the face to little girls and she falls almost exhausted by the pleasure that goes through her legs, stomach, brain. While the nightmare, I pass my hand on her clitoris and she explodes too, of ass and pussy and moods on my dick still covered by a condom.
I slip off, I take it off, I can't resist.
I approach with my dick to my mouth. She's still on all fours, almost exhausted, but she takes my dick in her mouth, for the first time. She's not as good as Elena, but she's good.
⁃ Now we use you as a cumshot, darling, the last punishment.
The girl takes me in her hand and jerks me off, looks at her with an air of defiance: - Just the last one?
Elena takes me in her hand, and turns my marble cock into her mouth, approaching hers.
⁃ Now pick up the phone and don't cum, not yet. Make a video, film me, in her face, sucking it, and her tongue sucking with me.
Carrying out this order is complicated, I have cum practically in my brain. But I can't give in now.
I make the video while they both lick my chapel and kiss. It's an incredible moment. Elena's holding me and I know what she's doing.
She's checking the cum coming up in the auction, she knows it's close.
And while I'm enjoying it she grabs my dick and jerks me in the mouth of her, the little girl, who licks and sucks me and drinks one, two, three, four, five, six thick hot flakes.
She drinks the first ones and pours the rest on my lips and breasts. Elena approaches and in a single lick from breast to neck to lips she dries it completely, drinking me and ending up giving her a very hot kiss.
I'm exhausted while I send my boss my cock exploding in the mouth of a little girl driven by his wife's hand.
Let's take the little girl home, exhausted and tired. We give her one last masturbation, in the car, always behind us. She screams like a damn while she enjoys the strength of youth again.
I'm taking Elena home to her husband, still excited. Maybe she'll fuck him, and maybe she'll saw him just by telling him about our night. Either way, a great story has just begun.
