With a movement that dropped my dress on the floor, I ended up exposing my heavy and already swelled breasts to him, considering that I had not put on a bra. Thanks to the bulge dress, I didn't think it was necessary. And thank God for that.Because Dennis gasped when he saw my breasts hanging against the air between us. I got goosebumps when he lowered his eyes to my nipples and bit his lower lip, and I got even more excited when some strands of my hair slid down my naked back and gave the feeling of fingers running through my skin.I slid my panties, keeping my gaze under his, so that he could see that lust reflected between us. He had a serious expression, keeping his jaw rigid and his lips pressed in a line. He was a patient man, but not when it came to sex. In sex, the judge gave way to a mere desperate defendant and took me with all the strength of his body. Literally, Dennis destroyed me with every sex. To the point that I always remember him the next day.I was completely nake
Dennis pressed me against his body, drinking everything he could from me, looking as enveloped by that feeling of rapture as I did. Our sounds mixed, and they weren't necessarily moans, but they seemed. We couldn't let go, because our mouths and tongues had met after a few months without contact, and the sounds we produced were a melody of our own. A melody that our body longed for.The horniness took over both of them, throwing everything up and spreading it around us. The feeling was the same as being in the eye of a hurricane, right in the face of a disaster of natural beauty. It was crazy to feel that kind of thing. At a certain point, I even forgot who we were, what had taken us there. I let Dennis work on my body, mold me to yours, wanting to disappear and become part of it.I pulled Dennis' shirt, not caring if I had broken some buttons in the process. He also didn't care, he interrupted the kiss just to pull his shirt out and throw it away, then devoured me with his lips again
The worst part about being stuck was certainly not being able to leave the cell in situations like that; in which a call girl was starting her workday precisely with my cellmate. The worst part was that if I still took the courage to go out and stand next to the bars outside, I would end up coming face to face with the guards who monitored the basic rights of call girls, and would end up being taxed as homosexual.Not that it really affected me. A long time ago I had stopped paying attention to what my hateful cellmates talked so much about me. Many thought that my approach to Ramirez had some love issue, but, for God's sake, it was not just because I was stuck that I had to surrender to the arms of a prostitute. Those women weren't there for pleasure or for money. Most of them had been forced.In fact, there was an occasion that would haunt me until the end of my life, when we received a girl who seemed too young and who had moist eyes. She let some guys take advantage of her body. S
The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.But the sound they made, even pretending, went deep into our heads. As a man who had not seen a naked and available girl in some time, I couldn't help but sigh when listening to the whining and panting breaths that echoed from every corner. Therefore, it was easier to pretend that everything was just a great porn scene, and that I could very well be watching it on a cell phone screen."Do you do everything? " Ramirez asked."I don't have anal sex," said the prostitute, still in a wh
The woman didn't complain about anything. Graciously, as if happy to be treated like a dog, she sat on the blanket. Ramirez lay down. She sucked him again. I was a little bothered by his neglect. All right. There was the constant prejudice that prostitutes carried diseases, but so did prisoners, and usually came from outside with that shit. It didn't cost anything to suck the woman, at least to make sure she didn't feel pain, because she was lubricated enough.Many moaned loudly for the pain, not for the pretence. I don't think I've ever met any inmate who had the courage or desire to suck a prostitute. What I thought was very bizarre, because pussy never ceased to be pussy. And it didn't cost anything to ask the girl's origins to find out if she used a condom. Most of them used it. At least for conventional sex.The blowjob was interrupted again, and I was already wanting to laugh at the situation, when I turned again and noticed that the two were kissing. Well, at least that was mor
It was an impression. I couldn't give you a certainty because you should never judge a book by its cover. It is obvious that most of those women one day dreamed of normal and dull sex. Some kind of love that lasted "even when the person fucked badly", and that was worth it. My guess about whether or not she wants something stronger could be pure machismo. So I stopped thinking about it. Although not imagining myself in Ramirez's situation was not possible at the moment.The woman bounced and shook against his lap, panting more for fatigue than for excitement. Ramirez moaned below her, and I made a face. The woman had enjoyed the moment with her fingers, but she was hating that shit. Her face didn't hide her discontent. Ramirez did not make the slightest effort to move his hips close to her, to make the lonely sound of her sitting become a clapping of her skins. Honestly, I was stunned by his lack of attitude.The woman was also upset about that, because when she noticed that their eye
The next day, I woke up before Dennis could have the great idea of taking me home. My sisters had the constant habit of thinking that every man presented was some fixed relationship, and I didn't want to have to explain myself about my sexual and nocturnal habits. Dennis was a powerful, independent, and very seductive man.But we would never work again, for something other than easy sex. It was an agreement that we didn't even have to propose. My body was his, but everything else still belonged to me. And it was my brain that made me leave his room on tiptoe and call my security guards while dressing in the best possible way. I could only brush my teeth when I got home, so I avoided talking to my security guards all the way.It was still early, but it was not my usual time to go to the office, so I sent a message to my colleagues to justify the delay and I ran to take a shower and sanitize myself in the best way.During the shower, I was thinking of calling João and explaining correct
I giggled softly. João was very good at his assumptions. No wonder I left the decision to take the lead of cases always in his hands. The man knew what he was doing most of the time."Maybe that's why we ended so easily," I spoke in the tone of those who prefer to conclude the subject. "Well, I just called to apologize for the delay, but if you keep talking to me, I'll be even later.”"The office is yours, woman," he said, laughing. "Take the day off and that's it.”"I can't, I want to solve my problems with my new client.”João made a suggestive sound."You're more interested than before in this case, aren't you?”"It's intriguing, I confess.”"Confess that you found the deta student a hell of a hottie," he said in an accusatory tone."Wez, I've never spoken with a laugh, but the lie was obvious.”"Right, I won't insist, you must already be burning out of shame. I'll save some for later, when you get to the office," he said with an evil laugh. "We'll be waiting for you, little boss.”