What I'm about to tell you happened almost 30 years ago, in my mid-teens. It was a different time, without the internet, and there was more real connection between people. I lived in a simple neighborhood, where we'd spend most of the day outside inventing fun and messing around. It was also common to live at friends' houses. I remember that different and remarkable time with fondness and great excitement.
As we were walking into the river, Tinho came and slapped my butt, and said the phrase!!_You're so hot!!! You took our dick without any fuss, you didn't complain for a minute, that Samuel doesn't even come close to this hottie!!
For those who don't know me yet, my name is Matheus, I'm 1.75 tall, my body is standard and all shaved, my hair is black, brown eyes and a thick 16 cm cock. And my lover and boyfriend is a tall guy, 1.85 tall, brown hair and eyes, with an enviable body, beautiful smile and a juicy cock, I tell more details about our first encounters in my previous story, I hope you read it and feel very horny too.
And after reading the stories, I begin to dream...About how great it would be, just now, with Him... it doesn't matter if I love him, I just want him! I want him so much that my knees tremble, my back arches and my body moves in its own rhythm.
It was time for another check-up at the women's clinic. Everyone knows what an unpleasant procedure it is, especially in our old hospitals, when an old gynecologist, purely for the sake of formality, digs into your innermost secrets and writes that everything is fine with you.
We lived in the village. My name is Nika. I am 19. I am short, I play sports. My friend is 18. Her name is Vika. She is taller than me, has a firm butt and size 2 breasts. In general, she is attractive. Once we had a training session together, and I invited her to my home to sit together.
The best thing about reporting my experiences here is that I end up being able to combine two pleasures that I enjoy in life: writing and sleeping with other people's wives. Since I started posting my stories, I've received a lot of emails. Some from people who wish they had had the same experience, some from people who had a similar story,
If noise pollution is a constant in construction, the arrival of that woman at a certain construction site always managed to impose silence. There was not a single worker who did not stop what they were doing to look at her wide hips filling out a pair of tight jeans. Her blond hair under her helmet flowed straight down to the middle of her back. The dress shirt tucked into her pants further highlighted her slim waist. Her slightly full lips displayed graceful smiles,