FREAK II
- I think the priest wants us to stop talking, disqualified.
- Then we will obey... Or not. He teased, touching my inner arm with his fingers.
- Crazy.
- Crazy.
We heard a bang on the other side of the church and everyone turned to the side, where an image of a saint was on the floor, Nicolete with her cheeks flushed and Maria Lua with her cat Be finally on her lap:
- Run away! - Her word echoed through the environment.
- For God! – she runs towards them , her legs opening too much for the tight fabric, causing the slit to tear about 10 centimeters, making Malu's critical glances turn to me.
I stopped, hand trying to cover the gap, leaning too far forward as the zipper unzipped in the back. I sighed, slowly, so as not to be without my dress.
I felt Hector's blazer over me, covering me:
- Follow the ceremony, please. I'm going to get my women out of here so the wedding can take place normally. - He said aloud, a bland smile.
I zipped up my blazer, watching Nicolete remove Maria Lua through the side door. I waved to Allan, who returned the gesture, smiling and shaking his head, along with Anon 2.
- I'll take care of her. – Nicolete said when we approached – I'm going to take her to play with the cat here in the street. She can't concentrate in here.
- I need to go to the bathroom and see how I solve the issue of this dress.
- I think you need to take this girl to church more often. Maybe she understands what it is... - Nic scolded us.
- Nic, I'm going to accompany my wife to the bathroom. Pay attention to Malu, please. Don't let her go back inside the church, or the priest will kick us out. Hector said.
Heitor took my hand and we went along the side, next to the checkered and colored glass, going up a narrow staircase, until we reached a mezzanine. We saw the explanatory sign about the location of the restroom.
- I swear I don't understand... When I tried on the dress it didn't fit that tight... But the fabric shrank. - I defended myself.
- Of course it has shrunk... The daily Italian menu is certainly not guilty of anything, is it?
- Of course not, Hector. I work out daily and you know it.
- Do you work out? Since when? Barbara, you are very tough.
- Do you think chasing Malu all day isn't a workout, husband? Think it's easy?
Heitor opened the bathroom door and I went in. He followed behind me and I asked:
- Didn't you have “Women's Bathroom” written there on the door?
- Not even. I may have read PRIVATE.
- Do you swear?
He locked the door with the key.
- Hector, we are in the church. – I made the sign of the cross.
- I can't resist, Barbara... - He removed the blazer that covered me, analyzing my body millimetrically, an overwhelming and destructive smile appearing.
I laced my hands behind his neck, looking up at him.
- I'm crazy about you, disqualified!
- You finish me off like this, woman!
- Did you bring any spoons? I think I do.
- I didn't bring it... If you melt, I want to trim you in my mouth, you hottie. - His hand entered through the crack, easily reaching my completely soaked intimacy.
- Maybe then I'll never need spoons again? ' I bit his earlobe.
Heitor turned my back to him, making me see our reflection in the mirror. He rested his chin on my shoulder and stared at me in our reflection ahead:
- Thank you for crossing my path, Barbara.
- Thank you for not accepting my kidney when I scratched your car.
- You never take anything seriously? - He laughed.
- I'll take... You and our family and everything we've built together.
Hector lifted my hair, analyzing my tattoo. I felt his warm breath on my skin, next to the colored drawing:
- I love it... It's so you! – He confessed.
- Kiss her, please... - I pushed my ass back, teasing him.
- Damn, your ass got even bigger and hotter... - He lightly bit the tattoo below my neck. - I'll send the cook to make your meals based on pasta and pizza. He squeezed my buttocks hard.
I lifted the dress with difficulty, exposing the tiny red lace panties.
- This one goes to my collection... - He bent down, removing her panties leisurely, as if they were something valuable.
- Can you have sex with her at night? And then cum on me? - I asked in a low voice, feeling the blood boiling as it circulated in the body.
- Can I fuck you and cum on her?
- As you wish...
He put the panties in his pocket and spread my legs slightly, kneeling on the floor.
- I don't believe... What's going to...
- Yes, I will... I will fuck you with my tongue, you disqualified.
I took my body forward, bracing myself on the cold marble stone that housed the sinks and faucets. He ran his finger over my throbbing, completely wet pussy before saying,
- Prepared for me, as usual.
- You make me wet with a look and enjoy with a simple suck, you disqualified pervert.
He licked my length leisurely, making me moan. I saw my reflection in the mirror as the boner increased to a point that I almost couldn't control myself.
When Hector's tongue delved deep into my pussy, I let the moans come harder, watching my own face tighten in desire and lust.
- I love your taste, Bárbara... And even more your cum... Enjoy my tongue, you crazy...
I rolled my eyes, feeling the climax come as deep as his tongue frantically inside me.
His cock entered easily, filling me to the bottom, making me ready for the next orgasm, always more intense with him inside me. The thrusts were strong and fast. My face almost touched the mirror as I laid my torso on the marble, my breasts pressed against the icy stone.
His hands went to my shoulders, which he pulled down as he fucked me hard and unhurriedly. Hearing his moans and seeing me coming was absurdly exciting.
I felt his hot jet fill me with his last uncontrollable moan.
- Follow... Follow that I still haven't come, disqualified... - I shouted.
The thrusts continued as the viscous liquid began to ooze out of me, the lust turning into an uncontrollable orgasm that had me shuddering vehemently, watching every reaction on my face.
- You're still going to kill me, Barbara Casanova. – He said, panting while closing his pants.
- Only if it's pleasure, disqualified.