They write stories and wild dances, endless wars of ecstasy and death. We spend more than half of our serviceable life begging for pots for the kitchen, for the bathroom and for the bed. We beg for affection, savagery and organs, most of all orgasms, We are not able to say enough I do not love you for not harming that other one that feeds you to carry on feeling helpless after having sex. Although the emotion runs through your veins and the sun refreshes your roasted face, beer will not drown your desire to disinhibit sex and youth in the sexual organs. Reproducing is the consequence was never the purpose. Once I was raped when I was 30 years old I was leaving work and a super strong guy got me into a van. Someone else was driving so I could feel the breeze of the road and the noise of the road while he was there. Little by little that guy was taking my clothes off, I couldn't stop shaking and crying, it seemed that my body had died, even though I wanted to hit him and join his face my hands didn't move. After a while the cocas have started to get hotter, the boy noticing that I could not resist stopped pushing me and began to dismiss me more sensually, for every penda that I removed filled the place with kisses, my arms my legs my chest They had belonged to him. He pounced on me and a condom was placed, I could not stop seeing all of these, and what was an instant ago was horror was beginning to excite me, my hands have begun to move and caress his legs. He was very confused, but simultaneously he kept smiling. From one moment to another he was nervous. I wet my fingers with saliva and began to touch his penis, he was so hard and rigid that I believed by a chin that was a prosthesis. He also started to touch my crotch and soon everything got wet, delicately put his penis in my vagina and we began to carry out the affection. His hands were very rough and went from caresses to tight tights and vice versa. The kisses and savagery invaded us. I asked for the jaw to be taken off and immediately, it shot out of my mouth, _ Put your finger in my ass. _ The boy climbed on me and complied with the request, spit in his hand and put his middle finger in my ass. His bewildered face to know how much I liked having his colossal and rough finger stuck in his ass excited me even more. I could moan as loud as I wanted since the rock that the car owned was so prominent that no one would hear me. In 15 years of sex I never groaned so loudly. I began to ride it with enormous force while holding his free hand on my chest. He mentioned to me that he was very excited instead of just coming over me to leave him this way. He came down from there and started masturbating, he felt so good and it was something so different for me that a boy will worry about my orgasms that it takes me about 20 minutes to run. He put his member again and began to penetrate me very intensely, it gave me so strong and my vagina was so sensitive that I began to scream aruñar his back, just when I shouted _ It Hurts_ He ran. Step and hug me. He took out his penis delicately and said: _ I'm very sorry for the moment I could not stop, at that moment no_. He threw me his clothes and said dress up right now. When I was ready, I knock on the pilot's window and the car stopped. He told me he works very scared and I will convince him to let you free, he gave me his phone number and we followed the plan. ANATOMY LESSON WITH AIDRA FOX FAMILYSTROKES - CREEPY STEPSON SNEAKS INTO MILF'S ROOM TO FUCK They left me near a park where I called the police and reported what happened. The two came out for the news as they had committed much more than 5 violations in the city. I don't regret anything that happened that night. When I got home I took my husband's useless and signed up for salsa classes. Today I am a teacher of erotic sauce and addicted to vibrators. Many nights he looks at the dark street and I think about going out and getting lost in the fountains, to know if I have the same fate of that day, BUT is it better not to tempt the devil, right?
