NIGHTMAREPatrick was not made of steel, and upon seeing that upturned, firm, and waiting black ass, he lowered his pants to his knees, approaching her. Before penetrating her, he pulled her hair, holding strands in his closed hand, pulling hard, causing the girl's head to look up, and only then did he enter her.The first thrust was deep and forceful."Damn, this is delicious!" he said loudly. "I missed this warm and tasty pussy so much."He thrust without stopping and with force."I don't care if you're going to like it or cum, you whore. I just want to relieve myself of you, understand?!" He pulled her by the waist with one hand and almost pulled her hair out with the other.Lara gritted her teeth at his savage invasion, her pussy squeezing his dick."God, what are you doing to my dick, you bitch?" he moaned and moaned every time she squeezed her internal muscles, slowly releasing and squeezing again, laughing as she watched the guy lose it."Fuck, I'm going to cum... ahhhh..."Pat
FIRST STEPSAnd as before, Lara slept for hours. She didn't understand what was happening, but the important thing was that she was sleeping, and that's what mattered.She found Lipe in the kitchen preparing breakfast."Hi," he said, stepping away from the stove where he was making scrambled eggs and kissed her forehead. "I don't know how to make pancakes.""That's fine with me," Lara sipped coffee from her cup, sat at the table, and drank slowly."You look so beautiful in my shirt.""Oh, sorry for taking it without asking.""I don't mind, I actually like it. It looks better on you than on me."Lipe put the eggs on plates and placed them on the table, sitting down as well."I also want to apologise for invading your house so late and getting into your bed," she spoke without lifting her eyes from the delicious eggs."Lara, it's okay, really. You can come over whenever you want. My doors will always be open to you."They had breakfast in silence, with her relieved to know that she coul
SURPRISE!Saturday arrived, and with it, a lot of joy in the big house with the celebration that all the friends from Paradise Condominium would have. They were all excited.Lara was supposed to have started the medication that Dr. Frederico, the general practitioner, had prescribed her the day before, but she was procrastinating out of fear. Fear of what her life would be like without alcohol. She had been drinking for so many years that she didn't know who she would be sober. The doctor had explained to her about the side effects of the medication he prescribed, and that didn't scare her as much as the idea of the new person she would be when sober. She was drinking less than usual, just enough to avoid aggressive withdrawal symptoms and not behave the way she did when she drank excessively. She went to help clean the big house for the party they would have that night. Linda, Megan, Cilmo, Clara, and she cleaned the house from 6 a.m. to 4 p.m. They splashed water everywhere, moved f
PARTY IN PARADISE"Mother, grandma, I'm free!" It was Priscilla's greeting, and it seemed abnormal that a person could produce tears so quickly. Priscilla's eyes filled up rapidly and leaked out just as quickly, as she looked solely at her mother and grandmother.Vanda fell to her knees on the grass, and Linda kept repeating, "No, no, no..."Priscilla approached them and embraced both her mother and her grandmother. Her mother clung to her knees, howling like an animal, while Linda held onto her granddaughter, continuing to repeat the mantra, "No, no, no..."Over ten minutes passed with the three generations of women embracing. They kissed each other on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the neck, and Linda now changed her vocabulary and replaced it with, "My little girl, my child, my baby."The friends said nothing; only Paco didn't cry. Absolutely everyone else cried while observing the women embracing.Priscilla was forty-two years old and resembled her mother greatly. Her hair was sh
HARD TRUTHSSávio didn't mention it again, and when they arrived at the motel not far from the condominium, he chose a suite with a whirlpool bathtub and a pool."Hmm, what a good room choice. You seem excited, huh?" she joked when he received the key from the receptionist."I hope you don't have an early commitment tomorrow, girl, because seeing you at the party tonight has left me permanently hard."Clara didn't want to think about Otávio anymore that night, and even though she had asked Sávio to change the subject, she spent the whole way thinking about the guy watching her drive away. Wondering what he was thinking, knowing where she was going and what she would do. But when Sávio told her how excited he was for her, the excitement also took hold of her, and Otávio was forgotten, at least for now."Hmm, now I'm even more turned on," she said to Sávio, turned to him while still in the car, and placed her hand on his crotch. Even through his pants, she could feel his erection. "What
SHARELara had indeed gone to Chácara Amanhã, but she arrived there drunk.Just the thought that the party was happening in the condominium made her heart race, and the desire to drink almost killed her. She hadn't planned on drinking, of course not, especially since she was going to a place where nobody drank and they struggled to stay sober, but she brought a small bottle just in case.She also brought the medication prescribed by the doctor, but she hadn't started the treatment yet.She asked Márcia to take care of her house and left. She called a taxi and arrived at Chácara Amanhã at five o'clock and this time was greeted by Murilo. She hadn't noticed how handsome he was the first time she was there. Polite, like everyone there, he took her to the main hall, where most of the residents or those who didn't live there stayed.Soon the others came to greet her with welcoming smiles. Roger told her she could stay there over the weekend if she wanted to.Some were still working in the
JUST FOR TODAY…Lara was astonished by each life story shared there. Some cried as they recounted their experiences with addiction, while others seemed emotionally numb and narrated their stories without shedding a tear, even though the details made the hair on her arms stand on end."I'm Ezequiel, and I'm an alcoholic.""Hello, Ezequiel!""My parents are evangelical, so they gave me a biblical name. I'm the youngest, and before me, my parents were not religious. I have two older brothers and a sister, and as incredible as it may seem, only I turned out messed up," he said, giving himself a nickname that made everyone laugh. "I say messed up because I caused a lot of trouble for my family with my drinking. My older brothers say they will never give their children biblical names to avoid bad luck. They think it might be the name that messed me up. I don't see it that way anymore. I'm twenty-nine years old, never been married, but if I ever get married and have children, I will name my
SEXUAL SOBRIETYLara was surprised that after her outburst at the microphone, nobody looked at her differently or criticised her. After all, she was going against their steps and principles, which involved sharing. But no, nobody criticised her, and when they took a break from sharing their stories, she joined them on the porch and enjoyed the delicious corn and cassava cakes, freshly harvested from the farm. She had coffee and talked to some of them. She went outside with Ciça, Murilo, and three other people who wanted to smoke cigarettes where there was no roof."Can I have one?" she asked Ciça. "I don't smoke, but I might as well start.""Cursed addiction, this one too, but it's the lesser evil, right?" Ciça lit her cigarette with a lighter. "I've freed myself from one addiction, and this pleasure is what's left, for now.""I'm not going to quit smoking, huh?" Flora said. "I'm already struggling to stay sober, without cigarettes, I'd go crazy for good."Everyone laughed at that. La