My Private Locker Secret: Naked in Vinicio’s Living Room
I’ve kept this locked in my private locker forever. That night in Vinicio’s living room, heart pounding. His little brother asleep in the next room. I didn’t plan it. But his words hit: ‘No, darling. I want you naked under your clothes.’ ‘Like always?’ I teased, pulse racing. Clothes slipped off fast. Eve’s outfit. Bare skin prickling in the dim light. Craintive, yeah. Door could creak any second.
Suddenly, Eduardo snaps lucid: ‘What are we doing?’ Donate clothes to Emmaüs, he jokes. But no turning back. She’s patient, making herself beautiful. Six hours later? Still not ready, but I was. He grabs my hand, lays me on the bed, couch, dining table. Legs weirdly attached, but who cares. I lay Claire on her back—no, it’s me. He cups my tits, licks nipples, sucks each full breast. Kisses devour, thighs shrink? No, heat builds.
The Opening: Breaking the Lock
Kiss thigh tops, inner thighs, lick calves. Pubes trimmed close. Pussy dripping already. Strong scent—I love it, screams she’s my bitch tonight. Grip legs, lift, mouth on pussy. She yelps. Miaow. Down from couch, knees. Half my cock in her mouth. Can’t go further—Loing’s a long river. I kneel, legs on shoulders. Couch shifts.
Gland parts lips, max penetration. Long pleasure groan. Lift legs more, thrust deep. Out the other side? Feels endless. Arms around neck—pulling me. Slides like butter, rammed before. Pussy butter black? Grip hands, pin behind back. Head drops, arching more. Like Marie-Antoinette’s end.
Gland in mouth only—rest safe, she bites, bitch. Pull condom, kiss. Love my capote. She heads to bathroom nude. Ambush in kitchen? Stovetop heat. Neck devoured. Hormones banned. Cock in pussy—lose head. Or ass—lose footing. Fucked good.
Hand in pants: cock, no boxers, nothing. Just dick, no balls? Weird. Turns 18—charter rule. Sighs mix pain pleasure, pussy smooth now. Silence electric, intense. Didn’t invade without invite—polite to self. Heart flips three times. Wow, romantic—not a fart.
Hand to crotch, open wide. Kiss, caress tits. Chernobyl birth? Armor off, fuck me. Piano keys beer-soaked. Orgasm lights face—big bang. Ass first time, stunned. Hole stretches diameter. Lick balls, finger ass—clench teeth, no cum. Courage double, strike. Lick on terrace—interior grossed out.
The Intimacy: Raw Surrender
Never showed pussy to two. Pudique body, broke. Salope bath. Maillot like glove—hand in briefs. Ass pulls me, neck kiss. Bend legs easy access. Night advises. Hand out, home—hook arm. Pulls out fast, wife protests, feet floor. Funeral Tuesday.
Bush tiny, razored. Champagne glass strolls cloche-pied. Holds cock, erection obvious—not salami. Mite ate boxers. Eyes shut, cheat with self. Flea Jérôme legs to tits. Undo robe buttons polite. Poses subjective—objective thrill. Samuel assaults tits, hair grab—cephalopod fuck.
Too fast, cum lose footing. Pubis shaved, caress soft. Kneels, tongues ballet—couch slobs watch clean. Tension cock, join flesh call. Stones arms—Richter 8. White blouse black bra—Corneille obscure. Devour lobes, firm, rings? Foie gras.
Rented house. Virgin tight—unlocked her. Visitor lie. Face minutes endless—time it. Cum unison. Wrist squeeze hurts—headstrong hand. Morning slips wet head-hat. Finger pricey first. Jeans off—pressing closed. Hand hunts pussy: higher, lower—bingo!
The rush fades. Cum together, spent. Close locker light. Secret safe, buzz lingers.
