66 - Joana

Our remaining clothes bothered us to the point of starting to take them off without even realizing it. Pablo pushed his own pants with his feet, and I pulled my dress. Panties and bra are gone. I didn't even know if he wore underwear. I didn't see light, I didn't see anything. My eyes were closed and so they remained. But I didn't think of another man, as he settled between my legs. I didn't think about all the shit that act would cause. I let the feelings take over, and I became a wild creature made of all that lust.

I held his dick. It was thick, full of veins, and very hot. It was pulsing the same way I thought my pussy would be. My hands touched that stiff limb without even believing the size. Not believing that all that accelerated pulse should be because of me. And it was beautiful to think that way, even though I was at the naughtiest moment of all those dates. I masturbated his penis. My hand went up and down without delicacy, because men like Pablo did not like to have his co