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I became the owner of an ass
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
The Manfred Method
My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old, and I work as an accountant Monday through Friday, with Saturdays and Sundays off. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink coffee staring at the kitchen wall, and spend the rest of my time trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The name of the place? "Fiscal Excellence." A little irony is nonsense.
Daddy's workers
My dad owns a mechanic shop where most of the employees are men his age, at least 47. Every afternoon, I bring them food and I've noticed how they all look at me with different expressions, devouring me with their eyes. I confess that sometimes I like to play with them, to heat them up in a way I know will drive them crazy, because it's fun. I've always liked to dress in plunging necklines and short shorts, and I've never minded the stares. When I go to the shop, I dress like this on purpose just to see their reactions—and the customers' too. It's hilarious how guys much older than me drool, and some even message me offering to hang out or just "talk." It's a fucking power trip.
I became the owner of an ass
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
Carla and her peculiar strong coffee
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 it when they fuck my wife
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 the party escape
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?”
Fire in the Back Seat
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.
