Suddenly, a strange

When entering the flat, Mudejar decoration, exotic, and the smell of incense, I could not help you noticing our host. He was a big guy, of perhaps pilgrim Arab, dark complexion and circumspect face, the giant style of Tim Burton and as a first impression, distant and cold. Santi introduced us and he showed little interest ” new girlfriend of his best friend. “Not a single comment of courtesy. Then I felt uncomfortable. I tried to make me sympathetic and, while we offered tea, we leveraged on cushions in a room that was completely covered with Moroccan ornaments here and there . It was a cozy place, but still do not know what we were doing there.

“How say you called your girlfriend” let go Akim Santi as he sat with us tray in hand, not daring look at me even.

“.? She is Eve, we met a few weeks ago in the Zero Hour Is not it beautiful,” she asked as she stroked his back.

“Yes, you improve in taste, ha ha ha,” he laughed.

Nothing, as if I were not. It seems to me that Akim thought I was the servant of Santi, or who knows what exactly. Not that I have prejudice against anyone, but now I was demonstrating that for this type was an object of the room. Mala systematic education, cultural chauvinism … and I wanted to go. In addition, I wanted to be alone with my new boyfriend. We had two weeks together and had not yet demonstrated that he wanted me. Two weeks without sex, without straw, without stimuli … was almost always excited that walked everywhere. But Akim in the room the lust had died.

They chatted for about half an hour ignoring me completely. But, cleverly, I did almost the same time I decided to play with my iPhone, and Whatsapps Crossword … I was not attentive at all to what they said, until suddenly Santi got up and pulled me by the hand to him for support. “Luckily, we’re leaving,” I thought with relief.

“You’re wrong ‘Aki’, Lucia was not as good as Eva”, he let the guy showing me as a mannequin for sale.

I hallucinated. The Moor lying there in his puff appreciate looking at me like a sack of dates. Damn, how humiliating. Santi did not hesitate to grab my ass on my satin skirt while I “sold” the ugliest guy I’ve met in my fucking life. As if I cared what the Akim me opine that the balls … The groping Santi hidden in my rear served to relax a little, so I decided to integrate into the joke raising his arms and bending his knees as an expectation as the final movement of a cheerleader in a yankee flick pubescent. I just forgot to say “tachánnn”.

To my surprise, Santi took place immediately one right behind me. So moved decidedly there, the two stood and looked concupiscence selling merchandise, a luxurious product, object of desire and sensual epicurean. And he was not going too far out because although Akim just smiled from his pedestal of synthetic feathers, my partner began to stroke her thighs using a position that allowed him to easily whisper obscenities, insignificant, barely remember. The movements exercised his hands on both sides of my thighs made the skirt fabric moved silkily. My excitement accumulated in recent weeks began to emerge when Santi kissed my neck getting, despite my initial resistance and bad feeling that conveyed me Akim, I predisposed to be possessed right there in front of the North African colossus.

“Yes it is good, brother,” Akim let go as he sipped his tea cup.

“I’ve told my Eva is my best buy”.

¿Acquisition? These guys are dangerous … I felt a kind of insecurity at that time. Perhaps two weeks was not enough to get to know someone. But a period no more than fucking intolerable for taking bridegroom wanted. That’s what I decided to think to go ahead with the plan of my temporary bodyguard. If he wanted to fuck me right there in front of Akim, I would not bring any objections. In fact, until I was morbid someone to look us.

In total silence Santi had physically cornered me from behind. His touch and not just covering the thighs, also the shoulders, arms, neck, all the while kissing me on the side of the neck first, and then the other. I avoided direct eye with our audience, I even closed my eyes several times taking advantage of the climax that was forming in the room. He quickly grabbed my breasts with both hands over her blouse, and then my nipples hard glimpsed underneath. Neither could hide bra that insanity.

“We’re putting a stop to Akim,” I whispered in his ear Santi.

I kept enjoying the lustful embrace of Santi slowly dared to sensitive areas of my geography. First introduced one hand inside my blouse through an opening that had already been commissioned to build; and then placing it between my legs spread, discreetly lifting my skirt to get through. There came a time when I was not even aware that there was a golem 2 meters Santi admiring how acrecentaba my satisfaction. Occasionally he remembered this detail and opened his eyes to relocate to Akim in the room. he was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, watching and listening with absolute passivity everything that was to happen there. The idea itself I got so horny I soon started breathing abruptly, sighing for the tax pleasure, longing for the silent and unknown spectator.

Santi walked slowly behind me, pushing me to the concurrent that without a hair cut, and had a hand rubbing the packet on the jeans. I did not care Akim excite the contrary, it multiplied my own fantasy. We were just one meter from the burly character, and my driver began to focus seriously on my excitement. Before his friend introduced a hand under my skirt lifting clearly to go into my pants, using the mound as the only path. Akim directly he offered to the delightful picture of your hand invading my wet slit under the fabric that hid everything but much sensed. My exacerbation was now explicit. I closed my eyes and let myself do. I no longer cared about the next steps of Santi. It was invaded by lust and forced my breaths were already very clear moans of desire. In one of the pauses Santi removed his hand from my crotch to show, joining his thumb and forefinger, the transparent cable lust that was my dew.

At one particular time, the limit of my overwhelming situation, which opened my eyes to see Akim down there, almost to the height of the straw that made me Santi, but this time with something new that I did not expect. Okay, I did expect: the Jayán had removed his cock from his pants, a dark rosy piston head and thick trunk that even projecting a positive opening, it seemed enormous. And so I did know Santi:

“Did you see the piece of Akim cock?” He whispered near her ear.

The question, as well as the phallus, were two grand concepts. Two rhetorical I wanted out of my mind. He was not there for that. And then Santi moved us closer to his friend. I would say that he could almost smell me. I affirm. He could smell me. I myself already sniffed. Akim only had to place your cup on the tray and extend both arms to access my underwear with his own hands. So, he slid down my brief intimate garment as my protector hugged me hard from behind, pinching one of my nipples with certain hardness. After leaving my partially naked rabbit, Akim now lifted my skirt with one hand while his copper pajeaba with another enormity. I still was not aware of that detail, because it was absorbed in the pleasant pain Santi propinaba my breast areolas.

“Will not you grab that cock, Eva?” I insisted Santi two or three times a ear. In none of them responded.

It was just when my boyfriend pushed my shoulders down with the intention of kneeling on the ground when Akim jumped up to his feet and making dance their fleshy forth taco. If being seated I found a blunderbuss, standing in front of me, it was a torpedo. It is curious to see how a guy so unsightly can offer such a beautiful penis. It was almost perfect. Its ocher glittered as robust pinkish glans glistened and turned into an aphrodisiac purple. Santi was still behind me, lifted, stroking my hair, while Akim gave rudeness I expected:

“Take my dick, guarrita” she snapped the bastard.

“Píllasela baby, pajéale like my own cock.” Why, if even know what his own cock …

Projectile that grabbed my right hand without getting around it all. My fingers were unable to touch the manual hug. But the important thing is that already holds and that the movements were those of a full-blown mulch. I started gently, when you could still see some ductility, of course, he disappeared the fourth or fifth movement, when the dick of Akim was already a bar-hot iron in my soft hands.

“Damn, how your whore jerks”, another of his despicable comments which I ignored.

Santi had crouched down beside me and kissed me on the mouth and, in turn, begin to bare my torso. Still I did not know what he meant my boy, but a threesome is what struck me as more plausible. Whatever it was, he was not going to kiss Akim. Neither would let me sodomizara. That was clear.

He was naked from the waist up, and the cock fucking me Akim hand. Occasionally let out a grunt of satisfaction and I accelerated my movements in the hope they could run right away and go home. He was not particularly comfortable. Only the extreme warmth of my genitals kept me out of there by foot. Santi craved member inside me and, occasionally, with my other hand, I was looking over his pants. But he withdrew to impose greater attention on his friend. It was an odd situation of balls …

“Shove it in your mouth, Eva,” I was surprised Santi.

“Yeah, suck it deep inside,” said the pig. “I was going to swallow all my milk,” he added with a smile rugged.

Santi gently grabbed me by the neck to bring my nose to purple glans swollen, wet and smelly. I opened my mouth in a gesture of resignation and, with my lips, covering the entire chola, sliding for its fine surface to fully embrace the head of the penis.

“Arrrgh, which passed from mouth! Do not stop sucking “

Akim as much as he could with his hands on his waist and with the intention of removing all supremely phallic extension of his crotch he stood. While Santi, aside from my height, he kept his hand on the back of my head to set the pace and depth that should give to our host. While I stood there, swallowing meat, spitting saliva the corners and weeping eyes, still did not understand why Santi was dressed and directing the show. But my ignorance hardly mattered now. The movements were getting faster thanks to the application of my boyfriend, and I could feel the dick of Akim almost the bell of my throat. Only when an arcade pretended I was allowed to slacken the pace of blowjob. And Akim took the time to get it out completely in my throat and hit me with it on my rosy cheeks. The threads of saliva completely filled cylinder were caracterísiticos eternal situation.

“Gad, why have so mouth slut”.

“Plas, plas” sounded his cock hitting the face and forehead. And then Akim stepped aside Santi, I lifted under the arms like a sack of potatoes and took me by the hand through a hallway to a room that turned out to be indeterminate sink. On the way my tits danced to my sprint, and is showing his tail side to side hitting their own English. We walked two and poked the door with the intention of staying close, however, ajar. He sat on the toilet seat and pulled me to him, I pulled her skirt up with one hand up and pulled my panties to proceed with an insight that I had to control myself. My feet were already on each side and, while he endured the fabric cornered I grabbed his cock to metérmela, dropping over it slowly. I screamed that raid, but I kept going down more and more until I felt deep in my gut did. So I stood there still, shaking, trying to absorb the strange object into my being. And Santi came through the door.

“I will make your bitch is run several times,” Akim took off while he respected my physical and psychological cadence.

Santi stared at the cubist table before him. For the first time I found him excited because his hand took package, but without going beyond the moment. I remained literally skewered a vulgar and irreverent porker, and I can not deny: making the most dunk. One moment I wanted to resume moving, first sideways, forcing my inner walls hit my occupant, and then up and down by bending your legs resting on the floor. As my pussy lubricated myself more and more quickened my movements extracting Akim several grunts which showed a growing excitement. Then he grabbed my waist with both hands and took the reins of the ride. I could only rest my hands on his shoulders while he enjoyed watching me impaled, how his oxtail out increasingly wet, whitish inside me. My frenzy would soon result in an orgasm that did not want to make clear. Without warning, I trying to avoid the satisfaction and pride of my horse, I came to a very intense orgasm that made me vibrate while it covered my mouth with his hand. But it was useless:

“Joooder … you’re running, guarrita. So he likes “.

I fell exhausted on him. I showed in my crotch all the moisture that I had ejaculated. He lifted me by the waist strongly desencajarme and leave inside. Santi interest enjoyed what he had not yet been able to offer. Akim stood and was “invited” to get me back his trunk in his mouth.

“Clean it well,” he instructed me.

I knelt down on a folded towel in front of him, and got the bar to the back of my throat, extreme hardness pemitiendo keep that moments before had invaded me to the soul. I grabbed his head with both hands and mouth fucked me as if they were the hips of a prostitute. At one time the arcades were real, and was looking forward to the kind and discharged. But Akim had not finished with me. He picked me up, put me against the stack basin to hold on to it, and I impaled again, with such harshness and violence that I got to lift my feet off the ground at each thrust, the only foothold my hands and my own vagina. It gave me real hard. He could feel every jolt touched the limit in my gut. His grunts of pleasure and the clicks of our drenched sexes took me back to a climax. Suddenly I noticed how I introduced a finger in the ass, having first lubricated with liquid getting. That furtive conquer my anal area ended when screamed of pure pleasure and he understood that he ejaculated again. It is not wrong and accelerated the vagaries of fucked while loudly patted my back. I began to shake convulsively, my feet moved uncontrollably, my arms were shaking with barely the strength to keep holding me. Akim suddenly stopped and stood still within me, noticing my contractions, each accompanied by a high-pitched whine that I could not avoid. He stayed inside me until I felt relaxed gradually and then proceeded slowly, with much cadence. He quickly cleared completely out of me creating a “flop” very sound. I was relieved because of the sensitivity of my genital area.

“Eva Turn back, I’m going to run in your face”. I would not expect anything else, honestly.

I obeyed, I squatted in front of him and asked me to pajeara to download about me. He grabbed it with one hand while the other held me in balance. I masturbated with relish and licked my tongue swollen glans, to explode.

“Uff, do not stop, and I run!”

“Give me your milk,” I encouraged him, against all odds.

That last sentence was the summum for him and, at the same time released the most serious and definitive growl, began to unload their loads of cum on my mug: one, two, three, four, five gush of thick semen and albino me They crossed the face from the hair to the chin during the pumping out of my hand, which did not surrender. I could only see the first of the saved, as quickly closed my eyes and mouth to offer container. He still came out the last drops of semen when I got the glans in her mouth, but he got to hit me again cheeks and spread their milk all over my facial surface, like a brush.

“Holy shit, how I have made”.

“Holy shit Eva, what made you Uncle,” replied Santi.

I refused to be the only one who did not see the abstract work Akim conceived on my skin, so I got up to look in the mirror:

“Whore Host uncle, how you put me”.

Fin