HAPPY EXIT AND ENTRY (2/2)

M.: - Can you imagine being on the couch, reclined, calm after an excellent dinner and me serving you a good champagne around a quarter to twelve? I imagine you dressed but already with an erection that's hard to disguise. And you telling me "what, my girl, you can't stop looking at me, huh? You've already noticed how I'm getting?"

D.: - You're as much of a slut as always. I've got you horny, bastard.

M.: - And I'm telling you "uhmmmm, the wait is going to be eternal, but as soon as we eat the grapes, I'll devour your entire cock"

D.: - Well, if I were there with you, I would have already left you in your underwear.

M.: - I'm already wet, my man.

D.: - Stick a finger in and give yourself a treat, you must be heating up more than a stove, haha.

M.: - I'd get on all fours on the couch, naked, touching my nipples smeared with saliva... Ufff, just thinking about it... My breasts are already getting hard under my shirt...

D.: - You females get really excited when you have your breasts eaten, are you getting horny? Damn, what a perverted faggot...

M.: - And if you fuck me when the quarters strike, bang! And I, "Holy shit, bastard, what a beast!" And you, quiet, my little girl, don't move. Don't move, bad bitch, or it will hurt more...

D.: - You're making me bad, you're so perverted.

M.: - And you, it's midnight, that's how you're going to start the year. A fuck for each chime.

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M. touches herself like a bitch, spits on her chest, and rubs it on her chest, wetting her hair and nipples, which have hardened and darkened. She silently moans in the bathroom. "Fuck the bastard D." she whispers while imagining receiving the twelve thrusts that D. gives her to the rhythm of each chime.

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D: - You manage to make me so stupid that I'll have to go to the bathroom, what a slut you are. You have a desire to be fucked... it's clear you're starving.

M.: - Don't say it wouldn't be exciting. You telling me that's how I start the year and that's how I'll continue it. Like an obedient and submissive dog or bitch, always asking and pleasing my master.

D.: - That's what you should do.

M.: - The best thing would be, you know what?

D.: - Tell me

M.: - That you take my cock out of my pussy and tell me Happy New Year, whore. And I'd kiss you and respond with a caress. But then you tell me... I'm imagining it: hey, those were twelve fucking blows, but of course, I haven't come, huh? I'm going to the bathroom. Pour me more champagne, dear, this has just started.

D.: - How much cock you need!

M.: - Do you think it could be a good way to receive the new year?

D.: What a daughter of a bitch you are... Uff.

M.: - 😂👍🏻🔥😋💚 I have to leave you now, I'm sorry to c...