Brazilian second round of sex, (Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash)
Deprived of Canadian, I end up answering the calls of the little Brazilian boy, impatient to start our lovemaking again in his car for a second round!
In the car, Mymy
So he comes to get me hot as hell on board his banger, a banger that’s handy when you don’t have anywhere else to go. When I go upstairs, his burning gaze is watching me from top to bottom. I’m not going to keep the few clothes I’ve got on me for long!
He misses the street where I advise him to go, the bump in his pants seems to distract him from the road.
Somehow, after turning around twice, and after he slipped his fingers under my skirt several times, he parks in an alley really not far from my hostel. I’m afraid I’ll run into people, but never mind.
The Brazilian gets warm quickly
Let’s start, he kisses me, he’s already hard. His kiss is too wet for me. Too much tongue too, but I’ve seen worse. His hands, on the other hand, hit the nail on the head. He touches me in the right places… My tank top and bra are flying fast, our bodies are joining, his hands and mouth are eager to discover me again and again. The gearshift and front seat configuration hinder the fluidity of our movements. We shift into the back of his car.
A few caresses, a few mouth games, and he almost begs me to come on top of him. Of course, I really want to, too.
I set the rhythm, I play with his desire. His excitement is such that he asks me several times to slow down or stop for a few seconds. A few minutes later, he is defeated, he stretches out in a shy grumble. And I feel between my thighs and fingers his body slackening.
Titanic Brazil version
I get out of the way and I come and sit next to him. He pulls me up against his sweaty chest. I have a small surge of disgust, but his warmth and embrace quickly make this fleeting feeling pass. The car’s windows are full of mist, we laugh at the similarity with Titanic, a similarity that stops at this simple observation. Yes, making love in a closed car creates a lot of fog! Clap clap.
We keep cuddling and talking, it’s nice. He’s interesting, and I make him laugh. But I feel like I’m getting bored already.
I yawn, he takes the opportunity to offer me a ride. I could walk home, I’m just a stone’s throw away, but he insists.
The case of the unknown panties
When I get dressed, I grab a pair of panties, I don’t recognize them, I throw them on his side and tell him that they are not mine. He looks at me very surprised, tells me it can only be mine.
After further research of my own piece of lace, he pulls my panties back on me, the Undiz label leaves no doubt, it’s mine.
We laugh about it, he laughs at my reaction, at my panty toss. The atmosphere is relaxed and finally we stay a little longer to imagine a throw of panties through the window, on the road…
See you soon
Anyway, anyway. I’d probably see him again. It’s not the best sex I’ve ever had, but it’s better than nothing. 😉