I'm a die-hard fan of the enemy team, and I've always had a reputation for being one of the most passionate and outspoken supporters in the stadium.
I'm sitting here, feeling like I'm being fucked, my breathing is heavy, and I'm moaning, my mind is racing with all the dirty thoughts, my cunt is dripping, and I'm ready to take on the night, I'm a slut, a whore, a pussy lover, and I don't care what anyone thinks, I just want to get fucked, to feel the cock inside me, to be pounded, to be used, to be a sex object, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
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I'll start by describing myself, but those who aren't interested can skip this: I'm white, 1.68m (short, I know). When I was training, I was a relatively muscular guy for a natural physique, but for some reason I stopped going to the gym a few months ago and I'm doing calisthenics now, which hasn't helped me maintain as much muscle mass and has given me a slight beer belly on weekends, lol. Nothing too serious, but I don't have defined abs anymore and I'm what people here call a "galego" (fair-skinned), I have lighter hair, though not completely blonde.Average penis size, 14-15 cm, and I consider myself average in looks, but many people consider me a handsome guy.
Lust is a crazy thing, isn't it? My name is Alex, I'm 38 years old, Brazilian, born and raised, and I've always considered myself a normal guy. I married Carla eight years ago, a brunette with light eyes who gave me two children and whom I always swore was the most decent woman in the world. Until, in one of those late-night conversations, we started talking about the past. She'd had a bit too much wine, I was letting my guard down, and the conversation turned to past flings. At first, it was just that morbid curiosity, you know? Who was the first, where was it, that kind of thing. I felt a deep jealousy in my chest, a tightness in my chest, but I couldn't stop asking.