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El Mundo Style
He put a copy of El Mundo
under my ass
he wanted to shave me
There wasn't much to shave
I had shaved my cunt four days ago in Spain
there was only a little stubble
We had had a long weekend
and I hadn't shaved my cunt in England yet
because we were too busy fucking
And because it somehow just felt right, to live in the moment
and leave my cunt that way
leaving his cum to simmer there, undisturbed
But now,
he wanted me smooth
American girls are so lovely, he said
as he parted my legs
My vagina was feeling rarefied and beautiful
as he touched it with his thumb
and kissed it
It felt rarefied and beautiful, because it was still moist
and wet
from a sweet morning fuck
“All that semen I gave you has softened your lips,” he said.
“Yes, yes it certainly has,” I said, “it works like rejuvenating cream.”
He smiled and touched it again.
“You don't need rejuvenating cream – you're not
even twenty-five,” he said.
“Honey, all women need rejuvenating cream, I said, “it's what keeps them happy and content.”
“Are you content,” he asked.
“Yes, very content,” I said
“On second thought, I'm not going to shave the stubble,” he said, “It looks rather lovely, the way you wear it with that sweet smile.”
I could feel the heat returning between my legs
“Lay back and relax,” he said.
He didn't move the newspaper, but kept it
under my ass
It felt strange and delightful, and somehow industrial
When his mouth made contact
with my vagina
I started to wiggle around on the newspaper
It was a good strange feeling, the sound and the additional sensation
I could feel myself melting into his mouth
and I wanted to give him my sweet lemon gum-drops
And as I was melting into his mouth
he took hold of my tits
bending my legs at the knee, as he licked my sweet clit
I was in full heat
“Do you wanna fuck or have breakfast first,” he asked.
“Are you fucking serious,” I said.
“I know this lovely cafe,” he said.
“Shut up – shut up now, and just keep doing what you're doing,” I said.
I was dripping from every seam, all over the newspaper
It was beginning to wet though, to the fifth page
and a soggy hole was slowly forming, as I melted and wiggled around
“OK - it's settled then,” he said, “we're going to breakfast.”
He was of course – teasing me
I knew this
I knew this – because his dick
was as hard as a rock
throbbing like a mean sky – before a thunderstorm
“I'll get your shoes for you,” he said, “And then we can go.”
“Fuck you will,” I said. I shoved his face back into my cunt.
My cunt – my ass – my nipples, they were all throbbing now
and I was fully engorged
as he kept sucking my swollen lips up into his mouth
like a perverted English vacuum cleaner
“We can get something lite to eat, he burbled, as I squeezed his head between my thighs
and tried to suffocate him.
“We can touch each other later,” he burbled again.
“After we've had something to eat,” he added.
“That's it – I'm killing you,” I said. I tried to squeeze him so he couldn't breath.
He stuck his finger through the wet newspaper
and jammed it up my ass
My ass instinctively – popped up in the air, like a jack-in-the-box
and he freed himself from my vice-grip
He thought that was funny
and after the initial surprise, I was laughing too
“How did I end up in the UK with a sneaky bastard like you,” I said, “Look – it's actually sunny now in your town – let's go get some sunshine and a bite to eat.”
He wasn't expecting these particular words.
“Let's stay inside and fuck all day like dogs,” he said.
“I had that thought too – but now I'm over it,” I said, “It's sunny now, let's not waste the day – get off me,” I said. And I said it in my serious voice.
He looked devastated – absolutely devastated.
“Yes, let's go to that cafe you mentioned, I said, “Go put some cold water on that hard-on of yours – and get yourself dressed.”
“You're joking – you are joking right,” he said.
“Why would I be joking. You wanted breakfast – so now let's go have breakfast, I said, “That finger of yours in my ass, has suddenly made me hungry,” I said. And I kept a serious look on my face while I was saying it.
“How can a finger in the ass – make you hungry,” he said.
“Think about it,” I said.
He looked very perplexed
but I couldn't keep my face straight anymore
and besides, my ass was really aching to be touched again
so I let it out – and started laughing
“You rotten devil you,” he said.
“Yes, I'm a rotten devil,” I said.
He grabbed me by the hips
and pulled my ass across the wet soggy newspaper
and darted his tongue
straight into my little aching asshole
“Now that's more like it,” I said, “Now rejuvenate that part of me – you beautiful English pervert.”
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