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Description: The best part is the preparation. Carlo disagrees: he finds it annoying to shave for a few hours of fun. For me, it's a whole different story. From the choice of dress to the perfect heel. Lingerie? Sometimes the acid green set given to me by someone who, despite not knowing about my double life, knows me better than anyone. Other times, I choose to enjoy the wind in the most secret corners of my body, reminding myself of what awaits us. I apply generous strokes of black eyeshadow, smiling at my image. I dedicate every shimmer of lipstick to the woman who caught me with Carlo outside our last meeting, not even imagining the adventure we'd just had, but still feeling entitled to judge the age difference between us. I casually pass by my man, between one fitting and another, stopping the parade only when I hear him tell me I'm "a great fucker." Today I got my wax. I had to prepare for my man's return and the cheerful evening that awaits us. I called the beautician three times to point out the things he'd missed. Carlo always says that men don't pay much attention, that I could afford to be less perfect. But as soon as I spot a hair out of place, I remember his hand on Dorothy's leg, our tranny friend, and his comment about how "smoother than mine" her thigh was. So how can I not imagine his tongue hunting for every tiny imperfection I might have overlooked? I'm ready. For him, first and foremost. Now, I just have to wait for him to come back.
The best part is the preparation. Carlo disagrees: he finds it annoying to shave for a few hours of fun. For me, it's a whole different story. From the choice of dress to the perfect heel. Lingerie? Sometimes the acid green set given to me by someone who, despite not knowing about my double life, knows me better than anyone. Other times, I choose to enjoy the wind in the most secret corners of my body, reminding myself of what awaits us. I apply generous strokes of black eyeshadow, smiling at my image. I dedicate every shimmer of lipstick to the woman who caught me with Carlo outside our last meeting, not even imagining the adventure we'd just had, but still feeling entitled to judge the age difference between us. I casually pass by my man, between one fitting and another, stopping the parade only when I hear him tell me I'm "a great fucker." Today I got my wax. I had to prepare for my man's return and the cheerful evening that awaits us. I called the beautician three times to point out the things he'd missed. Carlo always says that men don't pay much attention, that I could afford to be less perfect. But as soon as I spot a hair out of place, I remember his hand on Dorothy's leg, our tranny friend, and his comment about how "smoother than mine" her thigh was. So how can I not imagine his tongue hunting for every tiny imperfection I might have overlooked? I'm ready. For him, first and foremost. Now, I just have to wait for him to come back.

Date: 21-11-2025 17:21:42
FrancesQarlo69

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Che bel...sorriso. 4 chiacchiere? Chat? ?


VareseBull
23-11-2025 06:15:40
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Non potevi descrivere al meglio il tutto...non è mai il sesso fine a sestesso ma bensì tutto ciò che ci ruota intorno ...preparativi...dettagli pensieri e dinamiche...che per qualcuno sono superflui...ma per chi come noi è attento alla preparazione e alla voglia di essere desiderato o desiderata sono fondamentali... avatar RISPONDI


Joluxx
21-11-2025 18:39:10