Carla is worried because her boss has invited her to the company cafeteria for a chat. She suspects he's going to saddle her with a security guard job for the weekend. Carla had planned to go camping with her daughter, Pepe.From the entrance, she spots Federico, her boss, at the back of the room. He enters, approaches the manager's table, and greets him. Carla sits down, and immediately, a waiter asks her what she'll have. Carla orders a cappuccino. Federico gulps down the cognac next to him and orders another cappuccino for himself.
I love having my wife fucked. And that passion dates back to my first girlfriend. When we were very young, we had very dirty sex as a couple and unleashed all our desires, fantasies, and fetishes. That's why, in the three years we were dating, we had threesomes, swingers, and several orgies. I had great sex with my second and third girlfriends, but nothing like my first. When I got married, my wife turned out to be even hotter and more slutty, and that was heaven for both of us. Very soon, we started unleashing all our desires, and after six months of marriage, we were already having threesomes with men and women. And soon after, we started swinging and fulfilling all our fantasies and fetishes.
The day after our escape from the party in the previous story…I woke up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand. My body still remembered every touch, every thrust Matheus had made at the party, and his message only heightened my desire:“Good morning, hottie. Ready to continue yesterday’s madness?”I smiled to myself, feeling an intense heat rise from my stomach to my throat. I typed without thinking:“I can’t wait… pick me up at the mall at 2pm?”
It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.
A few days after I fucked those black guys, there was a mechanic named Edir. He was average, white, thin, and a great mechanic. Every time he passed, Edir would look at me a little differently, as if he desired me. He was single and lived alone. He was 49, and as you know, I was 16.One day, Edir bought a pool table and invited me to play. He said,"Come with those red shorts I love to see you in."
Hello everyone, I'm Malu and I'm back to report another one of my escapades.I'm already 64 years old but I'm still in shape, all toned and with a fire in my body that when I want it, no one can stop me.What I'm going to tell you is the following: I went to do charity work and ended up being eaten by a 74-year-old old man.
Back when I was studying with Jéssica and Daiane, most Saturdays I'd go to their apartment building to study or just tease the boys by playing spin the bottle. The boys thought they were smarter just because we girls were always naked (haha).
After Compline, when everyone retired to their cells and the only sound to break the silence, hour after hour, was the ringing of the bells in the old chapel, their small footsteps, crossing the wide, dark, cold corridors, could only be heard by those who pressed their ear to the bedroom door and, resignedly, accepted, for eternal minutes, hearing only the beating of their own hearts.