I gave a fisting to a passive guy from Barranquilla on an intermunicipal bus

By user: BogotaYOMANDOtuobedecesq-deleted.

MY OLD PROFILE. Real experience, I only changed names. At the end, as a token of appreciation (a master must also show gratitude), I leave notes from slaves who enjoyed my way of telling the story.

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His anus smelled of sweat, and its taste was slightly salty and delicious. I love giving a black kiss, dominating a man with my tongue, submitting him to pleasure with the simple touch of my lips…

Enjoying the moment, I grabbed his round, large, fleshy buttocks... They must be a size 32 or 34... Perfect for me. I grabbed and squeezed those beautiful and appetizing buttocks that were being offered to me... I felt his smooth, dark skin... I don't know if he waxes or is naturally hairless... What I do know is that it's a beautiful sight…

I squeezed his buttocks and with my thumbs, I separated them... There it was, what I wanted... His anus was closed, the folds of his anus formed a perfect asterisk.

I brought my face closer and inhaled to smell his anus... like any good passive's anus, it was clean, smelling of sweat from the trip and baby wipes... without more, I passed my wet tongue over it, I felt how his body trembled, a wave of pleasure started from his anus and ran down his spine and exploded in his head... I know... I love licking anuses.

I licked and moistened his anus with care, then I played with my breathing; I blew to make him feel warm, I sucked air with my mouth to make him feel cold, and again, a shiver of pleasure ran through his body, I licked each delicate fold of his anus, and little by little, his sphincter opened for me... and I noticed something strange…

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I'm from Bogotá, Colombia, and due to circumstances, I had to be in Barranquilla on Tuesday. I went to book tickets online, and... damn it!!! It's high season, flights are very expensive, so expensive that I couldn't afford them. The alternative: traveling 17 hours by bus... a nightmare, but there was no other option.

I arrived at the bus terminal at 3:30 to board the 5 pm bus and arrive in Barranquilla the next day at 11 am.

I packed the basics and dressed comfortably, a sweatpants, a t-shirt, and two jackets, plus gloves (they put very cold air conditioning in these buses).

When I arrived, I asked about the 5 pm bus, and they offered me tickets for the 4 pm bus. Is it very crowded? I asked, and the damn ticket seller told me... There are several seats left, I accepted and without choosing a seat, I paid for my ticket, 1/5 of what the plane ticket cost... but with a 17-hour difference.

When I arrived at the platform, there were a lot of people handing over luggage to be stored in the bus's cargo hold, and that's where I saw him... A beautiful costeño, with bronzed skin, 183 cm tall, broad shoulders, and...