She was a very naughty girl. Of these restless girls, who are never satisfied with anything. Inconsequent, she was always ready to challenge the most different situations, as long as the result was contrary to what was normal. I like to break paradigms “, he was always saying. I’m not sure if she had a perfect idea of ​​what it would be like to break paradigms. Able to hold interesting debates on various subjects. And he liked to talk to me. And to contradict me, almost always, challenging me. The most important thing, however, was the respectful way in which we treated each other. young, she behaved, when she was with me, as if we were the same age. As for me, whenever we were together, she treated her in the same way, but we knew that there was a silent dispute between us for space and power.
Our conversations were constant and always took place in the evenings, almost daily, on the square’s benches, where, always accompanied by a group of friends, we exchanged ideas, always ending matters by expressing our opinions. That when they resulted in someone’s most serious disagreement, it would be discussed the next night.
It was customary that we were the last to leave the group, every night. This is because we lived a block from the square and spent no more than a few minutes to get to our homes. My house was right in front of yours. I lived alone and she lived with her mother, since her father had passed away.
One night, when the last of our friends said goodbye, going home, before I got up from the bench, she said to me “Don’t you think it’s too early for us to leave?” and added “If you want, we can talk for a while. Or as long as you want”. I asked him “Wow, won’t your mother be worried, waiting for you?” Then she told me no, that her mother had traveled to deal with some matter in the Capital and that she would stay there for three days. So, she could come home anytime she wanted. “Oh, I had an idea. How cold it is, why don’t we go home and keep talking there? I’m really sleepy. What do you think? Topa?” And finished “When you can’t stand to stay up anymore, you can go to bed, sleep. I don’t know how to spend the night, even “. I got up from the bench, bowed, indicating that she could take the lead, and we headed for our street. When we arrived in front of our houses, I asked “Yours or mine?” and I laughed. She turned and walked over to my house, standing at the door and waiting for me to open it.
The clock on the wall in the living room said fifteen minutes to eleven at night.
While we were talking, I made a hot chocolate, put some goodies on the table, sat down and ate lunch and then went to the living room. Sitting on the couch, we watched the television.
Without saying anything, she lay down on the sofa, resting her head on my lap. “Do you mind?” I told him no, that I could be at ease and feel more comfortable. Then she lifted her head, put her hand on the back of her neck, and straightened up. It was when his hand was resting on my cock, that he immediately reacted, hardening. I felt it when she shivered. Eyes closed, he moved the hand that held the back of the neck and turned it over to hold my dick in it, which had nowhere else to get hard. He raised his other hand, pulled my head and we kissed. Greedily. Madly. Ardently. Tongue with tongue. Tongue versus tongue. One mouth wanting to swallow the other, tightened, crushed into a deep kiss. A crazy, endless kiss, while mouths caress.
We got up from the couch and I took her to the room where we undressed. We hugged and she, spreading her legs slightly, placed my cock between her. We kissed, one body pressed to the other as if they wanted to merge. With one hand I caress your small, hard, while with the other I squeeze your ass, running my fingers lightly over your ass. She rolls very slowly, hugging me, as if dancing to music that only she could hear.
I lay on the bed on my stomach forever, the hardened cock pointing high. She eagerly snatched it up and sucked with all her will, with rhythmic movements, sometimes taking and licking her head, going down to the sack, now sticking it to the bottom of her throat. When he felt like he couldn’t take any more lust, he sat on my cock and let it into her pussy inch by inch, until his ass rested on my bag. He was poking up and down, moving his body as if he couldn’t balance and was going to fall. I let her control it and she commanded the fuck as she pleased. Quickly, without cutting the lust, she lifted her ass, held my dick in her hand and put it in her ass, sitting up so that he could get in first, with a groan. I was pumping him until a wave of pleasure invaded me and I felt a jet of cum squirting, hot and strong. She received my cum in her ass with a moan and a shudder.
The sun was about to rise in the sky when she went to her home. I simply turned to the corner, adjusted the pillow and slept. That night I had tapped the slap.

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