A este blog le quedan 5 anotaciones
¿Y si no fuese broma?
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[...] Escuchemos lo que dice Juan Carlos Ortega (Mp3 de 1,10 MB) sobre las bromas. Porque, efectivamente, era broma. Palabras clave: No Tags [...]
he eventually made his way to safety, and clung to the wall, looking at me, glaring, demanding apology.
[...] Lo que son las cosas. Dicen que un blog no es blog hasta que sufre el ataque de spammers que bombardean los comentarios de las anotaciones con publicidad. Esto me viene sucediendo desde hace unos dÃas. Algo curioso, doblemente curioso, habrÃa que decir, por el hecho y por el objeto: sólo hay una anotación, de las 311 que ya he escrito, que está sufriendo este ataque, aquella en la que decÃa que “a este blog le quedan 5 anotaciones” que escribà el 25 de enero pasado. Hasta 19 comentarios-spam he tenido que borrar. Y ya que estamos… Efectivamente a este blog no le quedaban 5 anotaciones. Ni entonces ni ahora. Sé que el ritmo de escritura ha descendido y lo lamento por las lectoras más ávidas y fieles (bueno… vale… también lo lamento por los lectores), pero estoy seguro que algún dÃa recuperaremos un ritmo menos aburrido que el actual, aunque dudo que sea tan acelerado como la del primer año. Palabras clave: No Tags [...]
My mind thought of only one thing now. I pulled off those panties in one quick movement, exposing those tight lips of hers. As fast as I could my clothes became a pile on the ground, my cock stuck straight out, begging to for that pussy of hers. I came close to her, kneeling just a tad and brushing the tip against her soft mouth. Opening her mouth I inched my cock pass her lips, over her tongue, into her throat. She looked so lovely, sitting naked on the cold floor. I pushed into her throat and pulled out, letting her saliva moisten my rod. I ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled out, her mouth stayed open, tempting me to put it back in. No, I took her shoulders and laid her on her back. I lied down on top of her, where I guided my cock into her shaved cunt. I pushed those lips open, pushing into that wet hole of hers. I started fucking her like mad. Pushing into her, deeper and deeper, pushing her whole body forward against the cold tiles. A soft moan escaped her mouth, along with her whispering the name Tommy. She started panting, her breasts rising up and down. I kept going in and out, ready to explode at any minute. My true mind got the better of me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at this panting beauty. I didn’t want to get her pregnant. I had enough since to pull out of her but not to stop fucking her. I flipped her onto her back. I spat on my cock and got it even more juiced up. With my legs I spread hers open. I knelt in between them and took hold of her hips, raising her ass to the air. My hard cock poked her tight little ass hole. I didn’t work my way into it, I just pushed with my cock and pulled her ass with my hand. I squeezed right into that little ass of her. Her face rested on her cheek. She made this odd face, a mix of pain and wonder. I fucked that ass of hers. Pulling that ass into me, feeling the sensation of her warm little hole. The sweat started rolling down my face, falling to her arched back. She started to moan in pain, “Tommy…” This isn’t Tommy, I thought, this is your new fuck buddy. I felt it climbing through my cock to the head, the need to finish. I started pumping harder and faster, making her face pucker harder. I pulled her deep into me, far as I could and let my load go somewhere into her body. I lied there a bit out of breath on top of her. I leaned forward and gave her another kiss. No response.
And then I do think the toybox got flipped over during the move.
[...] Porque, efectivamente, era broma. [...]