ShainaBetancur

Welcome to my room.

Y le dije a mi nuevo amigo: -No, no, no. I want us to be friends, so I have someone to talk to.

He very happy, rejoiced saying: -Thank you pretty I blush.

long ago no one said a compliment to me. All I received from my boyfriend was abuse or very hurtful phrases that I dressed like a cheap woman to warm up guys and that I would surely sleep with any of the flattering me.

That left me more and more in a state of great sadness and anguish.

On one occasion, I had uploaded a status to my network that said: I feel I am no longer worth anything, my life is very miserable. (I think that day I wanted to kill myself because I could not stand the daily humiliation of him) I received a private message that said:

I don't know what's wrong with you, babe. But you must get yourself right, you are a very beautiful woman! That message from my Spanish friend was like my salvation! I felt more relieved and immediately answered:

-Thank you for your kind words. I don't think I'm beautiful, because I'm not for my boyfriend or anyone

-Well you are wrong, I have seen photos of you and the truth is that you are very beautiful, a very beautiful woman. I don't want to sound rude, but if I were a little younger and your age, I would like to be your boyfriend. He left me mute but completely blushed and with my heart beating at a thousand: - For God's sake, you mean it?

-Yes, of course. You are very beautiful. of just imagining colo you would see with a swimsuit or your underwear. I'm spliced with your beauty! I don't want to imagine what your nipples or your pussy are like. - Chocho? Sorry what is that?

-Your sex, babe. your rajita, your clitoris

You liked my erotic story! how about if you can get into my mind a little more?

You like what you see on camera. that's why you're here in my profile seeing more of me

Let's talk about my favorite food.

I am a very reserved woman but in Xlove I like to be daring, a perfect date would be to go to the movies or go to eat but I love pasta.

Italian food in General I like but if you cook your would be great.

I can imagine a scene with candles, petals and champagne and some music like jazz or a romantic music group, I am this type of girls but when I get home I like to make me wild and hard

It would also be nice if we have a big table and you put food on my chest and eat it from me. I'll be your final dessert this is so exciting

THAT IF I AM VERY FANTASIOSA?

If I like to recreate situations of pleasure that we could live in day to day or work, home etc

The air-conditioning of the cinema, an old neighborhood multiplex with its faded velvet seats and the lingering smell of rancid popcorn, struggled helplessly against the wave of heat emanating from our bodies..

Me, with the cheeky freshness of my newly released 18 years, and Erik of 22 also a few months ago, my boyfriend, we were a walking spontaneous combustion.

A year of dating, but it seemed that every day the flame burned with more force, more voracious, more insatiable. The billboard announced a psychological thriller, but frankly, the script that unfolded between us was much more interesting.

Erik, with his crooked smile and those hazel eyes that seemed to strip my soul, wrapped his possessive arm around my waist, drawing me towards him..

His hand, large and warm, met mine in the darkness of the room, intertwining our fingers with a familiarity that made me shudder..

We didn’t need words; our bodies spoke a language of their own, a secret dialect made of friction, sighs and gazes filled with desire..

The film, a blur of insignificant images and dialogue, faded into the background..

My attention was completely focused on Erik’s hand, which was now sliding down my thigh, slowly, twisting slowly, under the edge of my short denim skirt..

The fabric, already thin, seemed to disappear under his expert touch. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin barrier of my panties, a silent promise of what would come next. My legs, wrapped in the black fishnet stockings I had deliberately chosen that afternoon, involuntarily tightened..

The roughness of the mesh against her sensitized skin was a caress in itself, a prelude to the ecstasy she knew was to come..

"Erik. ", I whispered, my voice barely audible above the murmur of the film.

The sound of my own voice, loaded with desire, aroused me even more..

"Tell me, my love," he answered, his voice deep and hoarse, a whisper that made my hair on my neck curl. His warm breath rubbed my ear, sending chills down my spine.

His hand, which had been shyly exploring the edge of my panties, now dared more. One finger, then two, slipped under the elastic, finding the warm, sticky moisture waiting for him..

I moaned, a drowned sound that was lost in the darkness of the room.

Erik knew me well, too well. He knew exactly where to touch, how to caress, how hard to press to push me to the limit. His fingers, skillful and expert, began to massage me gently, describing slow and precise circles on my clitoris, already swollen and sensitive. "I need. I need this now," I said, my voice a shaky thread.

The urgency was a physical pressure, a visceral need that consumed me inside. My hips moved involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, more pleasure..

Erik smiled with malice, that smile that melted me completely. "Me too, precious. But not here."

His gaze, loaded with lust, traversed the room, evaluating the possibilities. I knew the darkness and bustle offered us some privacy, but not enough..