HE ENDED MY TENSION



The kitchen door was not locked and opened as soon as I clicked the latch, letting myself in without having to press the bell button, and since I already knew the house, I went in and headed for the room where Filipe was sitting on the couch, watching on TV to the morning news.
“Wow, where are the people in this shack? Has anyone woken up yet?” I was saying putting myself right there in front of him, smiling at him, with my hands placed on my waist, in a challenging position. “I thought there was no one awake. The greatest silence and the door open … I went in.”
He stood up, smiled broadly, came over to me and hugged me. “Good to see you, Vanessa. Welcome. Where’s your mom?” he asked. “My mom had to do some things today and asked me to come and take care of her old people” I replied smiling. “Will I be able to handle it?” I asked. “Of course it will,” he replied, adding, “You can start by making a delicious latte. I was waiting for your mom to come and make it. Ligia already had hers earlier.” “Okay, then. I’m just going to change clothes” I replied as I headed for the bathroom. He went back to the couch and started to read the newspaper I had brought. A few minutes later, when the delicious smell of coffee coming from the kitchen spread through the house, I felt that he had arrived there, where I had my back to the door that led to the living room, just finishing the coffee on the sink stool. . I had put on my mother’s flowery dress, thin, loose, that fit my body and reached just above my knees. I realized when he arrived and stood there at the door for a few seconds, standing, dazed, delighting in what he was seeing. “My God, you look really hot, Vanessa” he told me. “Oh, what a fright you gave me,” I said, turning to him and making a little gesture, putting out my tongue and smiling “Goodness of you. It’s your eyes. Come see if the coffee is the way you like it. I can’t do it to make coffee like the mother’s “. He helped himself, took a sip and confirmed “It’s very good”. I then said to him “I’m going to take a look at Dona Lídia, see if she is already awake” and leaves the kitchen.
He went back to his newspaper. It didn’t take me long to get back from Dona Lidia’s room and sit on the couch next to her. “Mom left lunch practically ready. Just warm it up. Then you can take a look at the zap. I almost don’t have time to see you at home,” I said, addressing him. Lowering the newspaper he was reading, he said quietly, “You really look very tired.” “I really am. In the bagasse,” I said. He got up, took a chair from the table in front and placed it near the sofa, saying “Come here, Vanessa. Sit here. Let me give you a massage to relax”. I sat down saying “It took a while. I really need it”. He positioned himself at my back and started to massage my shoulders. “You are very tense. Let’s relax those muscles,” he told me as he ran his fingers over my shoulders, rubbing lightly, with firm movements. Little by little I was feeling my muscles giving in to the vigor of his massage while a pleasant heat on my skin was flowing from his hands and passing through my body. In a few minutes I was completely overcome by an intense lust and I felt that I was getting wet, more and more. The massage continued and his fingers ran across my skin, millimeter by millimeter, going from my shoulders to my neck, reaching the base of the back of my neck, my face and back and shoulders, down my arms to my elbows. It was no longer just a massage. They were more and more affectionate caresses. At a certain moment, feeling that I was completely relaxed, he said to me “If you are not well, Vanessa, just say that I stop”. “No, are you crazy? It’s delicious. Only if you want to stop. For me, it’s great” I replied in distress. “So can I continue?” he asked. “You can, you can’t. You should,” I said, smiling. “You know what, Vanessa?” he told me quietly. “What” I asked. “My dick is so hard that I’m going to have to jack off” he said. “I didn’t do anything” I said smiling. “Go to the bathroom. Hit it. Go for it.” “Lend me your hand, Vanessa. Help me get my cum out. I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time,” he told me in a whispery voice as he stood beside me. I told you, after giving you a really naughty look at that hard cock puffing up your shorts. “Okay. I knew you were going to order.”

Calmly, I took his cock, took it out of the shorts he was wearing and started to hit him with a wank and as I was hitting him he was saying that he was getting more and more hot than all the wankers that he had already imagined and dreamed of me hitting his dick, until he couldn’t take it, but he enjoyed a huge amount of cum that he said he had already been accumulating inside him, always waiting for my soft, thin, warm and delicious hands.

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