Irina the Score to Settle 2

By Melquicided

Nothing is what it seems, much less when we men tend not to think through our actions driven by uncontrollable desire. The accounts will be adjusted to detail. The economic crisis, marital problems, fever, the charms of a beautiful woman, etc... everything conspires for an unexpected adventure with infidelity, humiliation, risks and a whole delight of pleasures.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melquicided
• Release date: Sep 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215144220

Melquicided

WRITING EROTIC FICTION BECAUSE I LIKE TO IMAGINE THINGS THAT I CAN'T FULFILL

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Irina the Score to Settle 2

Sweet sin story

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Irina remained bent over herself, obedient and offering her spectacular butt to her landlord's heartless, me. I do not know how long that moment lasted, because it will remain in my memory as eternal, even today I can remember in detail how beautiful Irina was in that position otherwise so unairy for a lady like her, but it did not matter, because she had decided to submit to that trance to settle her debt, something that for me was in the background, since the only thing that had led me to that bizarre situation was my devotion to her who had become a dangerous volcano of passion that did not let me assess with my usual reasoning the excessive risks I was assuming: her humiliated and desperate husband present in the room, my wife who could find out everything if the scandal broke out ...

but as we are all more or less prudent and rational except in situations like that, it is for this reason that my slight fears were soon dispelled at the prospect of being able to explore with my libidinous tongue the recondite locus amoenus that was hidden in the depths of Irina's buttocks, an enterprise that alone would dispel all the fears and warnings of the most temperate of all male saints who have been.

I turned imperiously to Irina, careful with her indications that at no time could my hesitant or kind attitude make Caesarius suspect that this was not what it seemed:

- You can rejoin. You Caesar, get up from that chair and bring her here next to my armchair so that she can recline, then sit on the bed, but on the edge, do not spoil her, that