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A poignant farewell. You're not my woman. It has confused and a greedy cunt and sincere. I'm a loner with no rational thought. And he looked at his watch. Imbalance crowds.
"I have to go at nine. I really miss you ...". It surprises me a little, that phrase.
'E' for a few days, I do not go to war. Then we'll see only on weekends, nothing changes. ".
"Yes, I know. But know you are far away ...".
"Yeah, at the distance. Do you care? There are the rounds, but I do not think I'll hurt. I'll be back. ".
I could not bear to see her like that. It made no sense. I asked her to get off to buy beer. It is slipped a pair of pants without underwear, then the jacket with the furry German Shepherd, and trotted down the stairs. He loves me.
Fresh from a weekend plagued, I gave birth to a deep reflection: A drinker can not attend the local middle class. And it can not drink. To see what others see and have it be sufficient, must spend three times as much. The smarter you put in some hovel in balance, and then comes into the room smiling. I have not had the time. And now I have a few euro in your pocket.
Ultimately, I gave on Friday night and Saturday around. Then on Sunday we rested Jesus fucking. Having emptied his balls drained the pockets. Or maybe it's the opposite. Surely it is sincere love.
E 'back with beers, I uncorked one and I bought it. She kindled a cigarette and looked at me drink. Then I kissed her pouting mouth. A long kiss. Languages \u200b\u200btaken by a quiet thrill. His lips still knew of my cock and dirty that afternoon. I rose above. A wet rubbing. The chapel on the slippery mice. A groan alluded to accept the bit, after a deeper swallowed it all. Tighten the buttocks in his preferred position.
He began his dance. A very dashing up and down. Then a few seconds to delay planting until the cocks to the balls. A movement of the pelvis to fully appreciate the consistency. And then again to squirm. What Satan as a woman!
Watch helpless by giving it what I could.
The hands on the buttocks, then her fingers to check the slot adorable, almost riotous. Continue to ride, and a finger slipped inside. Trapped. It moves even more hectic. That the lost fullness. And is screaming. It slips, slides to the side and leave the mess while I enjoy belly. A trickle of the dense cola slowly down the side. Then he takes a bite my neck, so more and more blurred. Then he falls asleep. But they were not men to sleep after getting fucked? I smoke. It untap another and watch her sleep.
They are 8.50, and the evening always comes too soon. I watch splashing in the bathroom with hand shaking. On TV talking about the "People's Party of Freedom". Smile everyone. Ammosciamento a sudden, relentless. I think even a declaration of her love. Dedicate a poignant poem about love. Promise abstinence until marriage. A wedding with the Ave Maria Shubert warbled by a nun and scratchy mustache. Jesus I turn off and I put my head under the pillow. Back. Dresses. Comb your hair. Then another deep kiss. The kiss is all. And if he goes around wearing those lips that know a little bit more of my cock.

And I packed it. Trains do not smoke. I wrote this post, in the compartment of a night, reeking of smoke tin. With a guy who looks at me curiously.

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He put a shapeless sweater, fell distracted the thighs. He sang happy and shook mocha. I turned a little 'in the sheets. The curtains open dell'alcova, showed little damp in the kitchen. He continued to sing. I must have done a good job that night. I watched her wander around in doubt. A few square feet, textured walls of lime. Arabian Environment and spartan. Brace still alive in the fireplace. In one house, one drawback: It arrived the wires for electricity, and water flows in the pipes freezing.
"Wash is a problem." He seemed to think. He fumbled in the window
cut into the wall. He took two big copper pans. The filled with water and put them on the stove for camping, with a confident expression. Then I filled the large dining room of the century, mixing the water steaming in the current one. I watched so much admired natural sensuality. He pulled the sweater in descending improvised bathtub. A small grimace, and then a smile of amusement. I drank coffee, lit the first cigarette. And I went to look at that fresco century.
How could such a woman have it be enough? How much time would pass before he ran away with the first contractor cast? It was crazy, of course.
"It 's funny, you come from ...".
"There we go. I look at you.. "
His hands went on sensual turgid meat, and pour the bubble bath. The only concession to modernity. There was a bar of soap. would be perfect. Invited me to come closer.
"A shot, a shot."
offered her a cigarette. He gave two deep breaths.
"Help me?".
not let me repeat. Sank his hand in warm water and ran my skin smooth by water. A light foam covers her body to the sharp nipples. And I passed on that greedy and firm small breasts. The disgrace brought me warmth between her legs parted. The curious fingers sank in that smooth pussy and large. The lascivious indulged. Opened indecent. Then further down to explore bucetto the circle. Tight and tense. The other hand stroked her hair, and went on his neck. I kissed her rosy lips, tongues began to flicker, complying with the slow movements of the fingers, the sound of water and stirred. Deep made an unusual excitement. Just a little. We fucked all night in the wild, in a hovel in the countryside. Wash my pussy excited me. Then, suddenly, he pressed her hand hard on mine, and he was sucking her tongue.
came out dripping, dried with care. Combed his hair before the tiny mirror.
"I want to make a turn around here later ... come on, I will carry us?".
"Ok, but there's plenty to see ...". He wore
a very small black skirt, with pockets on the thighs. Aggressive boots and a charming jacket with fur. She was ready for a local fashion, but trod those streets with uneven stride. Powder
just a layer of heavy rain, and smell of wet earth. On either side, old stone walls, weeds, thorny brambles and wild flowers, trimmed by case basis.
"See? On that tree I clung like a monkey as a child. Now it is dry, dead! Just a push to drop it.. "
looked around and walked. If Christ walked. I was tired, her back ached and I was sweating cold. I need a drink, to sleep.
"What, are you tired already? Of course, you have exaggerated with wine yesterday ... as usual. ".
"Oh yes, wine.."
The idea that I had exhausted all night, draining all my life substance, not even touched it. A man begins to understand something when he can distinguish the nature of a nymphomaniac woman, her love crowds. I had chosen not to ask again.
And she continued to walk in his boots. Every now and then stayed back, watching her legs. Long, slender, sinuous. "What" fuck me I fucked that night? Uh, that crash of a woman!
The cottage was indecipherable now a dot. No ambulatory abominable human being for miles. Next to us a huge expanse of green corn. Overlooked, the first hint of a wood scary, floodlit. As children, the adults tell us scary stories. Strange animals, stray dogs gone crazy and become wolves, bears, foxes, breeding monsters, sharks and even anacondas, they said were hidden in those dark crevices and inaccessible. Every so often you could hear reports of people disappearing. "He must have eaten a wolf in the woods.." They said the term conviction. The people of the country is stupid because at least one of the city. Only the most imaginative.
"That's great! Let's go! E 'roman-ti-cis-si-mo. "
Two clues make a try. A woman unscrewed. But I did not know if she was a nymphomaniac or too in love.
"But honey, it's dangerous. Then later ...".
"Behold! You see? Disassemble all my romanticism. "
"Oh but we can always see it from afar, without the risk of dying.".
take you by the hand, m'inerpico on the wall of sharp stones. It also helps her to overcome. Exhausted, I lay on the lawn, still wet. The desire for a full glass.

She bends down, then up again. Slide out the black slip. One leg, then the other. I was in front and sits on my face. I taste a sweaty, meaty pussy, surrounded by a void full of peace. Moans, yells, strong plant knees on the grass. Writhing sinuous, slowly shaking her hips, moves her ass on my face wet, opens allowing fucked by a nasty tongue. Ohhh ... inundates me face excitation hot pants and enjoys. Then slide down. The desire for a cold beer after a sweaty cunt.

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I woke up nervous. the photo shows my inner unrest. He says the premier. Witness Emilio Fede launching a service: "What crisis? In recent months, has increased the time that the Italians devoted to hobbies. Long walks in the center, refreshing park days ...". Believe you me, an unemployed genius. The crisis will be there, but I decided to rent one room, to pay for my cigarettes. An ad very spartan "room for rent single quiet person. Lower prices and free environment. ".
"free environment" must have misled a couple of homosexuals with eyebrows plucked. No objection, but the idea of \u200b\u200blistening to the moans of live two fags that mate, I'm not bedridden. I told you. They said five other people. I set some appointments yesterday, others next week.
From the balcony I scrutinized the first suitor. An overweight man, with dreadlocks tied in a ponytail and a huge backpack on her shoulder. I opened the same. Maybe he brought a beer. He had brought. I sent him away.
"I'm sorry, I have already let.. "
"Why, last night told me that it was available."
"I closed tonight. Problems? ".
He left with a shrug. He hysterically
telephones in the second. I opened. A brown boy with the hair and square frame glasses thin. Student in literature and philosophy. The gaunt face and a chilling smile. The eyes deviated so manic. It looked like so disturbing to Alberto Stasi, the alleged killer of Chiara Poggi. I held the door.
"I'm sorry, but seek not a student.." He's gone without pulling out the hatchet from his bag.
Then came a girl. I confess that I had a match by email the night before, with the candidate. Sounded good to her personality in a professional manner. Eventually he sent me five photos attached. Three in orange bikini on holiday in Greece. Two other self-portraits home, winking. Not bad, really. perhaps he wanted to bribe me.
am not opposed to living with girls. As a student I had in two tizie very nice house for six months. We would spend our evenings of solitude, all three in the same bed naked. More dispassionate and sincere in friendship. I lost 9 pounds, I burned my dick so perennial, but I managed to graduate. Fill in the dead time between one game and the other studying. Thanks to them I'm a doctor. Wow! But now I'm a mature man. Some things do not appeal to me much anymore. As usual, at least.
I opened. A blonde one meter and sixty-one with the shoes. It was one of the photos. Robes and made them anyway. Twenty-four years, but looked nineteen. I showed her the room and the house. He seemed excited and apprehensive. Two round ass bursting wrapped in tight jeans and squeezed her breasts in a black shirt under the jacket cheeky. I sat her down. This parade is the pink purse and a teenager showed a mischievous light in his eyes, dark makeup so light.
I assumed that the expression of Morgan quaff coca-cola (with hair are there), and I thoroughly interrogated. A sign of the "more" and "Less" on the notebook, looking stern. She had a face less and less amused, as they pursue us with questions. And I looked at the crack of boobs.
I wanted to know everything. After a quarter of an hour of questioning, he blurted out. His eyes were pleading.
"Excuse me, but I just need a room, you do not understand quest'interrogatorio ... then I wrote everything by mail."
(temper beautiful girl! Other "less" on the block).
'E' right to know a bit '. I've never at home. Maybe later this month I moved elsewhere.. "
He looked at me like I was a dangerous diversion of mind. I offered her a cigarette, making a beautiful smile sdrammatizzante.
"I do not smoke.". (Other double minus.).
"Look, but as you can see, I do not do case on ...".
"Neither do I ...".
"In any case we share only the kitchen. I do not cook ever.. "
Now it was about to call the brigade. I continued.
"It 's just make this clear. Let's say I do not do a regular life ... I travel a lot, I'll see you soon.. "
"I had not realized that you were a regular basis. Six salesman? ".
"Sort of. Then he may happen to see me naked around the house, slamming against the furniture. Morning is a delicate moment. ".
"It's not a problem, I saw nude men. I do not even trouble to stand naked in front of people.. "
"Yes, I had guessed from the photos a little something ...".
"I'm a normal girl.".
Then I said goodbye.
"Ok. I'll let you know soon. ". It feels a sadistic pleasure of revenge by pronouncing that sentence.
I have drawn a profile quickly. Uninhibited, naive, clubbers, a lover of promiscuous sex and fellatio swallow. Under the twenty-six years have all the worship of the blowjob with swallow. It 's the first thing you learn, then come the three-digit multiplication. Not mistaken, my stats speak for themselves. I have a black book. It 's the trend of young girls is rampant. Despite
these good credentials, I have not deemed suitable for a harmonious coexistence. I did not like. Too young, too safe, too silly. Then, no sentimental ties to the choice, many male friends. Of passionate individuals and feasts of the haves-nothing. A chick who prefers to live together with the boys, because women are jealous. The envy of women is directly proportional to the degree of mignottaggine envy. It is well known. The idea to put myself in a whore house that is not mine, not the best. Rejected! But I kept the number. You never know.

I went to bed with the same spiritual nervousness. Maybe I'll call the blonde.

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The light shone in the window indecently those smooth cheeks. Inviting, obscenely parted. Sharp shadows. Who can carry around an ass like that? Memories tinged with a pale face, blond hair. My head is heavy. Smell of whiskey and cigarettes. The balls ache almost pleasant. The cock craving, stretched from the fiction of a new day. It's okay. Some mornings you feel like a God The adage among those deadly ass. Residence disarray. I could stay there for the rest of my days, I think. Die so happy. Everyone should be able to decide its end. It comes from a cunt and you die in a hot ass. All row. Heat rough and welcoming.
then kissed her neck. Blind cat's movements, excited, surprised. I like to fuck in the morning. The evening, though. Those shoulders are just smooth continuation of the slow and pleasant agony. The push slowly into the cunt. If the fixes. Sit back, he knows his stuff. I move over that snake lascivious, who writhes and pants. And pushing, groping for a body electric. Caught in a carnivorous cunt, try to tame it perched on his shoulders hunched, his ass raised, to receive it through. God have mercy on me! I'm enjoying the Sunday of the Lord. And I continue to fuck her slowly, decisive blow.
The thud of his flesh with each blow pops, intoxicate me. I push, accelerometers to understand nothing.
"Uhhhhh ... Do not come, please!".
I try. Slow down, I am the prodigal, games and hip hits the kidneys. I warn you squirm, tighten between pursed lips. Becoming suffused moans groans and coarse free. Then a more intense finish. The
extension. Discreet. I'm going to cum just above the ass, as usual. Not this morning. It 's a Sunday sentimental. I give up.
"Come here, baby ...". Has the light of a nasty habit satisfied, in the eyes. He bends over, grabs still tense, pulsating veins blood mad, holds in his hand. She wants to soothe her, thanking him in his own way. What is the point? I subtract, I takes a kind of affected modesty.
A coffee, a lucky strike and some horrible cough. Naked on the kitchen chair, I try to think. I aspire to breathe. Then turn off the overflowing ashtray. Still brutal cough. And I think that will not do shit! It makes no sense. Do not use the pill. Well. To me the condom with a sense of detachment. Creampie Pussy is a mission for children with the line side. Fucking in installments not excite me. Then you need to come meet me halfway. Fucking Democrat. I'll be back in the room. I put them on the coffee table, and I throw them back between the sheets. I watch her drink. Search me perplexed and tangled with the cup in his hands. Then the pose.
"Are you angry? What is it? Mica understand you, sometimes ...". Its crown
clear and then broken down, it settles between my legs. Grab the chapel between his lips, already shiny and swollen under the warm tongue. Bursts of excitement. Adora slowly lick it, after enjoying. Do not get tired, everything tasted. I have sweaty balls. The lollipop, then dating kinky. A blow to the side and eyes closed, hands free. Only wet lips. Language tense, now soft, shiny draw borders. Savor slowly envelops him. Sucks strong, swallows up to be tickled his throat, then resumed in a slow lap and indecent, bitch moans as devout. Christ language mad! Crazy. A chill that starts from the back, runs the ball as hard as marble, going back on the rod, and wrap the chapel which it contracts. It also warns you my pleasure coming, pulls a bit 'higher up the shirt, rubs it between her breasts bare and soft. Pressure on my buttocks, then he lets slip on wet lips parted. Stifled a gasp, and abundant streams.
The strength of a pending orgasm. It is not at all. It pushes the first face, the other less intense on her tits and stretched clear. Lecca, I swallow hot. Then clean up the residue, is a few seconds to wet the lips. Children's games and kisses on the rod soaked. Sketching a face and a satisfied smile, then reaches across the table, again showing the bare back. Pulls a cigarette and lights it. I look at her curiously. I like the mole on the edge of the lips make-up and flushed. It lies still sticky on my chest. Throw out a few puffs distracted and look at the wall.