My fiance and I had our wedding date set, we had already bought all the furniture and appliances and, practically, we didn’t lack much to create a life together. It was when we had an unforeseen problem that has become a huge hassle. The apartment we had bought, still in the plant, scheduled for delivery before our wedding date, was going to be delayed in delivery. There were some incidents and the construction company decided that, not being able to meet the deadline that had been established in the contract with us, we would assume the cost of renting an apartment where we could live until ours was finally delivered. Thus, we were allowed to find a location that was to our liking.
As my fiance worked in another city and only had Sunday to be with me, I was in charge of making contact with real estate agents and visiting available apartments. We decided then that I would not make any choice in a hurry, since we still had a reasonable time until the date we had set. I set up an agenda for the visits I would make and started looking for places to live.
Everything was going smoothly and I had already marked three apartments as feasible and possible to rent, when, one afternoon, I received a call from one of the real estate agencies that I had scheduled, informing me of the vacancy of an apartment on one of the streets of my preference, in a neighborhood very close to the center. I agreed to take a look and was told that someone would be waiting for me, with the key and the information I would need to know.
It was an old building with only two floors. At the entrance I was greeted by a man who appeared to be in his fifties or fifties, strong and very friendly, with an easy smile and beautiful teeth. “Hi, you must be Luana. I’m Francisco and I’m here to show you the apartment”. When he took my hand, something happened that had never happened to me and that made me very uncomfortable. At his first touch on my hand, I felt as if an electric shock had run through my entire body from feet to head, making my hair stand on end. It was instantaneous. The most incredible thing is that I felt that my pussy had become wet. “My God, what is this?” I thought terrified. It all happened in a time that seemed huge to me. But that was not more than seconds. During a handshake. When he let go of my hand, I realized that I was completely lost, that I was no longer my lady, that I would be able to do anything because I no longer had a will of my own. He kept talking and I didn’t know anything anymore because I didn’t hear what he was saying. I just wanted to look at your mouth, your eyes, everything in it.
When I found out, we were walking around the living room of the apartment. He was moving forward, opening the windows, opening the blinds and doors while I followed him. While he was talking to me about the conditions of the rent and I no longer listened to him. I went into one of the bedrooms, which seemed to be a double, and closed the door. I took off all my clothes and was completely naked. He trembled as if he were burning with fever. My thoughts were messy, shuffled, illogical. The only thing I had was that I wanted to fuck, I wanted to be fucked, I wanted that Francisco to fuck me for nothing.
When he opened the door I could have sworn he was neither surprised nor scared. It was very natural, as if I had expected all this.
He hugged me and we started to kiss. At first, in a natural way. Then, little by little, we became animals. Our tongues fought a fierce and brutal fight in our mouths. We bit where we kissed leaving marks on our skins. I moaned loudly and my moans echoed in the emptiness of the apartment. He took off his clothes, sat on the floor and sat me on his lap while he kneaded my titties and gave hickeys on my neck. I felt it when his cock, hard as stone, entered all, at once, in my pussy. I felt, at the time, a sensation of invasion, abandonment and pleasure so great that I enjoyed the penetration. He started to get me up and down on his cock, with his hands holding my ass, I feel like I’ve never felt before. After I don’t even know how long he got me on all fours and put the cock in my pussy hard, while calling me a bitch, a slut, a bitch and I just kept asking him to fuck harder, eat me whole, fill my my fucking pussy and make me come.
When he came I had already come, I don’t know how many times.
To make matters short, today I am married and I live with my husband in that apartment. Sometimes I think that Francisco is a sorcerer.

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