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Friday morning I received a surprising WhatsApp message from a friend. Surprisingly, because Nina is actually a friend with which one has so far rather less Contact had. Of course, as is the case in the village, you know each other from festivals or because the children go to the same kindergarten or the same school. I’ve always liked to talk to her, but more was not possible because her husband is a rather unpleasant bodybuilder type that somehow developed a hatred of me.
However, the village rush announced this week that Nina had thrown out her husband, Frank, on Monday. Nina comes from Portugal, has two customers, as far as I know 41 or 42, very slim, a southern complexion, shoulder -length, slightly curly black hair and green cat eyes. It is gossiped that her husband cheats more often and she sits with two children at home. The news was “I need help, maybe you have a short time to drag something with me this afternoon?“Of course I was helpful and wrote that I only have to clarify a few appointments and let me know.
Since she only lives a few parallel roads in the village, I quickly parked the car at home and went the 500 m on foot. It opened me in a not very flattering state: unwashed, shaky hair tamed with two braids, the make -up was melted under tears on the face, plus a dusty shirt with color stains – and the only highlight was a light gray leggings that was so hit,that you could see every curvature, every muscle and every wrinkle exactly.
She led me in and described me that she had thrown out Frank because after many, many affairs last week with his intern had spent a weekend in a luxury hotel, instead of how she believed on a business trip in Poland. Now she has drawn a line, the bulky waste registered and wanted to dispose of all of his sports equipment. In the basement and in the living room, the rowing machine, workout station, treadmill and much more are. Everything has to go now. “A beer? I need one now, ”she said then.
We encountered that he should get erectile dysfunction, venereal diseases or itchy fungal infection. So we started clearing out the basement and their curses and cursed accompanied the whole and loosened the situation very nicely. In the meantime we were almost finished after three quarters of an hour in the basement, drank the third beer, were completely sweaty and she made fun of Frank’s “little cock”, which was even shrinked by the anabolic steroids. Her shirt stuck closely in the right places before sweat and her leggings had a wet welding strip along her pofalta.
On the narrow stairs we roamed again and again, touched ourselves “accidentally” and so slowly the atmosphere was increasingly opened up. I mimic the good listener and she let out all anger and grief. At some point, however, she only made fun of him and fulfilled him as he struggled with weights. When we cleared the basement empty, she led me into the living room. There was a dumbbell bank in front of huge panoramic windows, which you could also put on it comfortably.
The windows to the terrace straighten from the floor to the ceiling and extended over an eight meter wide. on the left a sofa corner, on the right a dining table made of solid oak wood. “This is his favorite piece,” she explained and started laughing and needed a while to calm down. Then she lay back on it and fulfilled him how he groaned loud weights loudly. In doing so, she had put her feet on the right and left in one way at the end of the bench so that she was in front of me very wide, the shirt slipped a bit.
And so you could see very clearly that she had completely sweated her leggings not only on the ass, but also in the crotch. A wet stain that is visible from afar. Faster than my brain could weigh what to do, my mouth had already spit out: “You have something, prefer to pull the shirt over it again. ”For a embarrassing a second she slapped her legs on top of each other and visibly weighed what to do. Embarrassing run away or offensive reaction.
The mood had become so relaxed until then and the alcohol Certainly helped too, so that she went on the offensive and her legs spread again. She tried to save the situation with a laughing saying: “Frank hasn’t done me that wet for a long time. “I laughed to break through the embarrassment, which was also possible. Because suddenly she put her pelvis up from the bank and pulled out the leggings over the buttocks.
“The wet stuff quickly, otherwise I’ll cool down my mumu. ” She said. A heavily slipped and equally damp panties with floral pattern came. Within a few seconds I was so excited that my stand hurt in the tight jeans. But before I could think of any thought of how it could go on, she said: “You know what the best thing would be for me now? Such a real revenge fuck!“I was still unable to take a clear thought, I just wanted to penetrate her.
I only brought out the stupid question of whether this was an invitation now. When she nodded, I knelt in front of her, between her legs. My hands took them above the briefs on their outstanding pelvic bones. I had my hands walk up, she lay back on the dumbbell bench. My hands pushed the wet sweated shirt up, a pretty navel and a flat, muscular belly came out. With a jerk I pushed her sports bra over my breasts and two small, tight tits fell out.
They reminded me very much of two apples. As I pressed my face on the two apple pits and she licked her and nibbled her hard nipples, she stretched her pelvis towards me, with her step pressed out with her step against the hard bump of my pants. When I looked down at myself, I saw that she had already wet me the fabric of the jeans. She came up briefly and had freed me from my pants with a few skilful handles and pushed her down with her feet.
Then she pulled me back to her, looked into my eyes, I felt her wet column on mine tail And she gasped: “Slide him in!”I now pushed a cock through her column, not yet penetrated, I found the right angle again and again so that he did not slip into her pussy, but slipped up at the entrance and” plowed “through the wet column to” plow “toThen to meet your clit with the glans every time.
Every time she groaned loudly, gasped, pressed towards me. She tried desperately to change the angle herself so that I couldn’t escape her every time. Her hair was dismantled, hanging wet, red cheeks whispered “Oh god, finally push him in, please, please fuck me!“I actually made it 4-5 times, but then she clung to my hips with her legs, clawed at my shoulders and pressed me so much against her with her legs that I could no longer avoid.
My cock penetrated without resistance into her hot, tightness pussy a. I pushed hard and deep and in this first penetration she came to the climax very violently. She gasped by a shelter, twitched, grunted, reared up. It was so horny that there was no control for me now, I rammed her hard and deep and she groaned “Oh God!”Alternating in German and Portuguese. After a few minutes, however, I felt that my knee would not take part in this position for long and I lifted it.
She was even easier than expected and wrapped her legs around my hips, so that my stand penetrated into her again while standing. So we staggered more up to the next wall, against which she crashed into her back. We fucked for a while while standing against the wall. Whenever her feet touched the ground briefly, we managed to take off a piece of clothing. Only her panties were jammed between us and so I fucked on the side past her fabric.
Now with a naked torso, their apple pits rubbed even more and made me sharper and sharper. Bring the birds while standing and then at some point out of breath and so she managed to push her panties down to the knees at least once and stumbled two steps to the dining table to support herself. There I caught up with her, hugged her from behind, my hands grave hard her breasts and her pussy, she leaned onto the table top with both hands.
Then she pushed her ass towards me and I pushed her upper body onto the table top. I managed to control my cock from behind on her pussy and penetrated with a strong jerk from behind and continued to ram while she rubbed her clit with her right hand. As I fucked her, she rubbed her second orgasm. When he had subsided, she turned away and went to her knees.
She tried to blow me to the climax and too jerk off. And with God, I would have loved to empty my eggs in her mouth. But I also wanted to come in her pussy. I narrowly managed to pull them up and raise them onto the table. But I had just penetrated her and had carried out the first push deep into her when I realized that there was no chance to hold back something. A hot surge rose in the eggs and flooded her pussy explosively.
I pushed my cock deep into her and she broke up until the second and third effusion dleed deep into her. A few seconds we needed to hug to get to breathe, close my lifting cock in her. When he was almost slipped out, she jumped up, held a hand on the pussy and called “if there is revenge fuck, then right” and staked to the dumbbell bench, where she my legs sperm on the upholstered drop.
When a fairly large puddle had formed, she got her wet, plenty of bricks and draped him next to the puddle. Then she got her cell phone, took a photo and with a “wwwwuuuus”, she grabbed the noise when a picture is sent via WhatsApp. “So he sees that his bank is too good!“Then she got a beer naked for both of us and we planted ourselves the couch, until breath and heart had come to rest.
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