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Description: It's been years since we last met. Covid, our commitments, and the challenges we each faced prevented us from seeing each other for a very long time. The memories and sensations we experienced during our encounters have been indelible, impossible to erase or erase. Strong and unrepeatable emotions, difficult to convey unless you experience them in person. It's not just sexual desire; it's something that goes beyond pure transgression, which, due to situations and events, reaches a very high level. Her beauty, her sensuality, her way of being is something stunning, beyond the norm. A great sense of humor and intelligence that manages to make moments so special and erotic, beautiful and unforgettable. Besides not seeing each other, we've also had little contact or news. We've always said, in the few times we've exchanged messages, that we've longed and desired to see each other again, even just to say hello and hug. Yes, because, beyond our mutual affection and respect, a true, sincere affection was created. All this, until a few days before a fateful Sunday last October. A message from the beautiful R., asking how I was and then if I could free myself for coffee that weekend. Beyond the pleasure of reading it and realizing that she, too, still cherished the memory and pleasure of meeting me, a yearning for the chance to see her again and hug her again crept in. The usual commitments and family situations, often undefined and unplanned, prevented me from accepting immediately, and I reserved the right to let them know in the following days. On Sunday morning, certain and free of any commitments, I sent a message asking if they were available for coffee, apologizing for not being able to schedule a little further in advance. The response was positive and even more surprising: "Yes, fine, and if it's not a problem for you, we could meet at our place." That proposal, honestly, left me a little perplexed and amazed at the same time. They are a very beautiful and irreproachable couple, obviously very careful and meticulous about their transgressive side (truly limited only to my acquaintance), not accustomed to granting any opportunity to anyone and, naturally, despite our decades-long acquaintance and trust, the idea couldn't leave me indifferent. Without a shadow of doubt or hesitation, I accepted and went to the appointment with A., near their home. We said goodbye with the usual affection and banter that has always characterized our acquaintance, and after the usual pleasantries, we headed home. From that moment on, I was overcome by a strong feeling of embarrassment and shyness, which, though always present in past encounters, were at an all-time high that morning. The thought of meeting them in their home, of entering into their daily lives, was creating a strong sense of shame in me, an inexplicable sensation, not new but very, very strong. We walked up the stairs, and without exaggeration, with each step my excitement grew, both from the emotional state I described above and, even more, from the thrill of being able to see and embrace the goddess of my deepest desires once again. When we entered, I opened the door and found her immediately before me. A beautiful sight, I would say more than stunning, and, believe me, without exaggeration, a sensuality, class, and beauty that, for a woman her age—a mother, wife, and worker—is hard to find. Tall, well-groomed, with a gorgeous yet mischievous smile, with that naturalness and spontaneity that only she can display. She wore a light, lightly colored dress that clung to her body perfectly, reaching just above the knees. While not excessive or provocative, it made her irresistible, provocative, and elegant at the same time. Perhaps it was her shoes, with their chunky but not excessive heels, that made her already impressive figure even more slender and seductive. A heavenly sight! We entered directly into the living room, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Despite all her years, she remained breathtakingly beautiful, and her manner, always accompanied by a knowing, mischievous smile, made my embarrassment reach enormous proportions. We had the infamous coffee, and immediately, with her usual ease, she began to approach me, taking off her dress and remaining only in her shoes and sexy, elegant underwear. What you see in the photo is the moment when, with me still seated, she sat on my lap and the moment when A. began to portray those fantastic moments. "Act as if I'm not there," she told us, and ignore my presence. Those were moments of great intensity, touching her, grazing her every inch of her body while she did the same to me and simultaneously whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I entered a sort of emotional trance, emotions so strong and beautiful that it's almost impossible to describe them. We stood up to better feel our bodies and be able to touch each other. Her hands touched me lower while her mouth slid down her neck. Little by little, her mouth began to move lower, until she reached my cock and made it disappear inside her. In those moments, she manages to go from her elegant, composed self to a warm, emotional, intriguing, and very enterprising woman. Watching her do all this heightened my lust and desire. Her mouth moved quickly and her tongue caressed it all over, right down to my balls. She looked at me and whispered if I liked it, if I liked her being so "slutty" in those moments. A delight. A. filmed everything, and in this whirlwind of emotions, I began to feel my pleasure rising. It's strange, but I don't remember if I came in her hands or with her mouth. I no longer understood anything. I remember my hands on her ass, caressing and squeezing it, searching for the most hidden place and insinuating themselves just inside, without pushing too hard so as not to cause her pain, but with the sole intent of giving her a sense of pleasure. And while I was teasing him, she, in an excited and provocative voice, whispered to me: "You like my ass, don't you?" And after a while my pleasure came out. She continued to touch me, caressing it, cleaning it with her hands or bringing her tits and mouth closer together. I swear I don't remember anything about those moments. Trans full. We laughed and smiled, teasing A. and making the sign of the horns at him, while he continued to film us. As I commented on those moments, however, I spontaneously emphasized how she had done all of this and nothing on her. I asked her if she would like to receive the same treatment with my mouth. She lay down on the couch and opened her legs. You can't imagine the sight. Beautiful legs in the center of which, her beautiful, well-groomed pussy, awaited me, eager and wet. I began to touch and lick it delicately for a good few minutes. She had an ecstatic taste and scent, moist and voluptuous, contracting with pleasure. I teased her clit with my hands and explored her everywhere with my tongue, trying to penetrate her a little deeper. It was a dream of mine, I had imagined it so many times, and finally, this dream came true too. We got dressed and recomposed, receiving compliments from A. who said: "You were fantastic." She is the fantastic one. I think I was incredibly lucky to have met them. They have everything: emotion, desire, transgression, sensuality, but above all, great respect and a great deal of complicity, of a warm and affectionate friendship that has now lasted for many years.
It's been years since we last met. Covid, our commitments, and the challenges we each faced prevented us from seeing each other for a very long time. The memories and sensations we experienced during our encounters have been indelible, impossible to erase or erase. Strong and unrepeatable emotions, difficult to convey unless you experience them in person. It's not just sexual desire; it's something that goes beyond pure transgression, which, due to situations and events, reaches a very high level. Her beauty, her sensuality, her way of being is something stunning, beyond the norm. A great sense of humor and intelligence that manages to make moments so special and erotic, beautiful and unforgettable. Besides not seeing each other, we've also had little contact or news. We've always said, in the few times we've exchanged messages, that we've longed and desired to see each other again, even just to say hello and hug. Yes, because, beyond our mutual affection and respect, a true, sincere affection was created. All this, until a few days before a fateful Sunday last October. A message from the beautiful R., asking how I was and then if I could free myself for coffee that weekend. Beyond the pleasure of reading it and realizing that she, too, still cherished the memory and pleasure of meeting me, a yearning for the chance to see her again and hug her again crept in. The usual commitments and family situations, often undefined and unplanned, prevented me from accepting immediately, and I reserved the right to let them know in the following days. On Sunday morning, certain and free of any commitments, I sent a message asking if they were available for coffee, apologizing for not being able to schedule a little further in advance. The response was positive and even more surprising: "Yes, fine, and if it's not a problem for you, we could meet at our place." That proposal, honestly, left me a little perplexed and amazed at the same time. They are a very beautiful and irreproachable couple, obviously very careful and meticulous about their transgressive side (truly limited only to my acquaintance), not accustomed to granting any opportunity to anyone and, naturally, despite our decades-long acquaintance and trust, the idea couldn't leave me indifferent. Without a shadow of doubt or hesitation, I accepted and went to the appointment with A., near their home. We said goodbye with the usual affection and banter that has always characterized our acquaintance, and after the usual pleasantries, we headed home. From that moment on, I was overcome by a strong feeling of embarrassment and shyness, which, though always present in past encounters, were at an all-time high that morning. The thought of meeting them in their home, of entering into their daily lives, was creating a strong sense of shame in me, an inexplicable sensation, not new but very, very strong. We walked up the stairs, and without exaggeration, with each step my excitement grew, both from the emotional state I described above and, even more, from the thrill of being able to see and embrace the goddess of my deepest desires once again. When we entered, I opened the door and found her immediately before me. A beautiful sight, I would say more than stunning, and, believe me, without exaggeration, a sensuality, class, and beauty that, for a woman her age—a mother, wife, and worker—is hard to find. Tall, well-groomed, with a gorgeous yet mischievous smile, with that naturalness and spontaneity that only she can display. She wore a light, lightly colored dress that clung to her body perfectly, reaching just above the knees. While not excessive or provocative, it made her irresistible, provocative, and elegant at the same time. Perhaps it was her shoes, with their chunky but not excessive heels, that made her already impressive figure even more slender and seductive. A heavenly sight! We entered directly into the living room, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Despite all her years, she remained breathtakingly beautiful, and her manner, always accompanied by a knowing, mischievous smile, made my embarrassment reach enormous proportions. We had the infamous coffee, and immediately, with her usual ease, she began to approach me, taking off her dress and remaining only in her shoes and sexy, elegant underwear. What you see in the photo is the moment when, with me still seated, she sat on my lap and the moment when A. began to portray those fantastic moments. "Act as if I'm not there," she told us, and ignore my presence. Those were moments of great intensity, touching her, grazing her every inch of her body while she did the same to me and simultaneously whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I entered a sort of emotional trance, emotions so strong and beautiful that it's almost impossible to describe them. We stood up to better feel our bodies and be able to touch each other. Her hands touched me lower while her mouth slid down her neck. Little by little, her mouth began to move lower, until she reached my cock and made it disappear inside her. In those moments, she manages to go from her elegant, composed self to a warm, emotional, intriguing, and very enterprising woman. Watching her do all this heightened my lust and desire. Her mouth moved quickly and her tongue caressed it all over, right down to my balls. She looked at me and whispered if I liked it, if I liked her being so "slutty" in those moments. A delight. A. filmed everything, and in this whirlwind of emotions, I began to feel my pleasure rising. It's strange, but I don't remember if I came in her hands or with her mouth. I no longer understood anything. I remember my hands on her ass, caressing and squeezing it, searching for the most hidden place and insinuating themselves just inside, without pushing too hard so as not to cause her pain, but with the sole intent of giving her a sense of pleasure. And while I was teasing him, she, in an excited and provocative voice, whispered to me: "You like my ass, don't you?" And after a while my pleasure came out. She continued to touch me, caressing it, cleaning it with her hands or bringing her tits and mouth closer together. I swear I don't remember anything about those moments. Trans full. We laughed and smiled, teasing A. and making the sign of the horns at him, while he continued to film us. As I commented on those moments, however, I spontaneously emphasized how she had done all of this and nothing on her. I asked her if she would like to receive the same treatment with my mouth. She lay down on the couch and opened her legs. You can't imagine the sight. Beautiful legs in the center of which, her beautiful, well-groomed pussy, awaited me, eager and wet. I began to touch and lick it delicately for a good few minutes. She had an ecstatic taste and scent, moist and voluptuous, contracting with pleasure. I teased her clit with my hands and explored her everywhere with my tongue, trying to penetrate her a little deeper. It was a dream of mine, I had imagined it so many times, and finally, this dream came true too. We got dressed and recomposed, receiving compliments from A. who said: "You were fantastic." She is the fantastic one. I think I was incredibly lucky to have met them. They have everything: emotion, desire, transgression, sensuality, but above all, great respect and a great deal of complicity, of a warm and affectionate friendship that has now lasted for many years.

Date: 21-11-2025 17:25:49
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