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just wanna to eat your cunt
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just wanna to eat your cunt About to give up his project, he pressed down a bit the accelerator pedal and was already to preparing to turn right onto another street, when he had a vision, that is, when it seemed to him to have discovered what he was aspiring to get, by paying. Even being a corpse. A tall woman, with long blond hair and a powerful but balanced body, was walking back and forth on the sidewalk, shaky and impatient. She was wearing a black jacket and a tight red pants, which allowed guess the narrow elastic of her G-string tucked in her rounded and full ass. He decided to pull over the car again on the edge of the curb and saw the woman throwing the cigarette to the ground and step on it with her foot. He lowered the side window and waited. 'You had a rough night, huh?' said the woman, noticing his hallucinated and gaze. She should be around thirties and had the voice slightly entangled. He realized she also must have had a turbulent night. So much the better, he thought. 'Do you wanna take a ride?' she invited. 'It's fine by me. It depends on the price.' 'You look friendly and I guess I want to put me on sales.' 'I'd prefer you put yourself on me' he quipped. 'Joker' the woman said in her husky and warm voice, contouring the car by front towards to the right side, wiggling her hips provocatively but with a clearly unsteady step. 'Do you have a name?' he asked, after having unlocked the door and let the woman get inside. 'You can call me Maria.' 'Maria?!' 'Turn the first on the right'. 'Are we going to your house?' 'Yes, dear, to a luxury suite with jacuzzi and sixty-nine courtesans at your service.' He tried to laugh and followed her indications. Occasionally he was laying a look at her firm body, feeling the anxiety growing up and anticipating the pleasure he would certainly have to hold her in his arms, even impersonally. Body to body, mere animal act. 'Maria... a biblical name' he murmured somewhat out of time. 'What?' 'It's a name in the Bible.' 'Don't tell me you're one of those freaks of sects.' He smiled. 'If you were a priest...' muttered enigmatically the woman. 'Why? Would you come easily? Is your fetish?' 'My what? Speak like a normal person, fuck' cursed 'Maria', pulling of the tobacco pack and a lighter, a little clumsy. 'Can I?' and she indicated the cigarette. He shook his head in approval. 'For your knowledge, I'm not come with ' she went on, scaring up suddenly with the impending hangover. It hadn't begun yet, but 'Maria' knew what would be the next step. She would have to do something. 'It must be hard fucking all the time and having no pleasure' he resumed, feeling comforted with the car bumps. 'Definitely a is the perfect paradigm of anhedonia.' 'What?' 'Don't you know that pleasure is the engine of life?' 'Fuck you! You're hallucinating or what? Jeez!' 'Never mind.' The car was rising now in effort a steep and highly bumpy pavement. 'You must be really a priest' she said, irritably. 'Worried if I come or not. Fuck!' 'You like priests, right? You have talked of them twice.' 'I'm shitting on that crap. God is bullshit. God, Christ or whatever who is. They just fuck me.' 'You bet.' 'Maria' gave no sign of having realized the scope of the joke. Moreover, she was more concerned with the cold sweats and tremors that she had begun to feel, struggling however to hide it from his late . 'After all, where is the fucking place?' 'We're almost there' she reassured. And indeed they were. Guided by 'Maria', he skirted a roundabout in which some white spotlights, hidden in the grass, were pointing to and illuminating a giant statue of an angel with outstretched wings, suggesting movement, with a baby in his delicate hands. At his feet, several imps with pitchforks seemed to want to pierce the sweet white creature. He crossed down a narrow street and turned right, entering a long avenue. A few meters ahead, he slowed down and began looking for a place at the curb's edge to park the car. They left the car without exchanging another word, and, staggering and indolent, moved toward to an old two-storey building with mortar to loosen up from the facade in several various areas. 'Maria' ahead, feeling the begining of the hangover, and he, heavily drunk, following her with difficulty. They noisily climbed the wooden stairs and when they reached the top floor, the woman rang the bell. An old woman with sleepy eyes opened the door and let them in without any question. He followed 'Maria' by a corridor, whose floor gave way to the weight of their footsteps, and entered a room lit by a rough and yellowish light from the lamp she had lit on the bedside table. It was a small room, poorly furnished with a large and old bed and old wardrobe, all disjointed. In one corner there was a bidet and a washbasin surmounted by a round mirror. 'You're really fucking drunk' growled the woman as noticed his swaying steps. 'Close the door.' He nodded and suddenly clung to her, passing the hands by her body. 'Hey, hold on!' said the woman, trying to get rid of him. He drew his wallet and began to count the bank notes. He had trembling hands and a voracious look. He gave her the money and waited for her to count it too. Finally, 'Maria' put it in the purse and began to undress. 'No kisses on the mouth, you hear?' 'I just wanna to eat your cunt.' And he went back to business, rubbing her pubis and vagina with his hand over the panties, without giving her time to finish undressing. 'Maria' leaned against the wall, spread her legs, threw her head back and closed the eyes. In both the breathing became faster and the muscles more tense. He felt a penile erection resulting from a massive vasocongestion, i.e., the concentration of blood in blood vessels of the three cavernous bodies which run by all the extension of the penis. At the same time, the scrotal skin was thickened, raising the scrotum through the shortening of the spermatic cord and the involuntary contraction of the muscles in the area. 'Maria' felt the vaginal walls becoming wet and the clitoris swell up. 'Shit! Hold on a second' asked her suddenly, violently breaking the physiological responses of the two lost bodies. Confused, he sat on the bed cover. Quickly released from that state of excitement, focusing on himself. He felt his temples throbbing and the heart beating fast. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror, blinked and moved closer. He had already forgotten the fisherman's beret on his head. Indeed, it was ridiculous. And began to give way to the indisposition that was climbing up his body. He lay back, closed the eyes and passed out, although it seemed he just had asleep suddenly and heavily.  |
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