WHITE HANDS

Rebeca enters the room very slowly and finds the nurse finishing cleaning Jorge. They do not notice the presence of the Madrid woman. She remains still, observing. He sees how the nurse passes a cloth, which releases soap, between Jorge’s legs, testicles and penis. Then he removes the soap with another dry cloth and finishes cleaning it with a towel that smells like a rich man’s clinic. He slams the door shut to announce his presence.

“Good morning, I come from the association,” she introduces herself, and since the nurse can’t locate her, she adds. Rebeca, < wpml_nbsp >from Manos Blancas.

Jorge, upon hearing the name of the association, reacts by emitting a pitiful grunt.

“Hoooola, Jorge,” says the woman from Madrid, approaching the bed with a smile. I’m Rebecca.

The nurse notices that Jorge’s body warms up, reanimates, revitalizes himself in some way and reacts. His penis begins to move, his glans, covered by the foreskin, begins to swell, inflate, and suddenly comes to life. A life of respectable size and thickness that makes the nurse blush.

“Speed up!” Luisa laughed, challenging him. The idiot Manolo and his Lamborghini are passing us by.

“Let’s go 240!” shouted Jorge, who between the music and the sound of the engine can barely hear.

“Put gas in your shitty Maserati!” Luisa ordered, out of her mind and completely drunk. If you beat that vain prick, I’ll give you a prize.

Jorge turned his head and saw that Luisa was pulling up her shirt and letting him see her perfect breasts retouched a thousand times by the surgeons.

-Ahhhggg- Jorge stammers without being able to pronounce a word.

“Yes, I’m leaving,” he says, covering him with the green robe of luxury clinics, but before leaving he looks at Rebeca and can’t avoid the comment. They warned me that she was coming, but I didn’t imagine that she was so young and so attractive.

“And I didn’t imagine that Jorge was so handsome,” he whispers in the nurse’s ear before she leaves the clinic room.

Jorge cannot move any part of his body but he is eager, willing, longing. Rebeca is not in his field of vision but he can smell her. It is Shalini mixed with her young woman smell. It’s the same perfume that Luisa wore that summer day a year ago. Close your eyes, breathe, which is the only thing you can do without help, and remember.

“Ha, ha,” Luisa laughed, “I love the perverted face you make when I show you my tits.”

“What I want you to show me is about a meter down,” Jorge clarified without losing sight of the highway.

“Step on it!” Luisa ordered and I’ll show you my guts.

Jorge accelerated his Maserati Sport worth nearly half a million euros. They were returning from a party on the Valencian coast for children of influential politicians and businessmen linked to power.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone,” says the nurse and winking at Jorge, she adds mischievously: “Behave yourself, you rascal.”

The nurse leaves and closes the door. Rebeca breathes and thinks: “The time has come.”

Two days before he had found out that a non-profit association created in Japan to provide sexual assistance to people who cannot do it themselves had arrived in Spain. His name translated from English was a prodigy of ambiguity “White Hands”

“Jorge,” says the woman from Madrid with a very quiet voice, “my association’s objective is for people with problems like yours to achieve the most satisfactory sexual life possible,” and blushing although drawing a smile, she adds, “my objective is to provide you with ejaculatory care.”

Rebeca opens her bag and takes out some rubber gloves and a blue woman-shaped bottle that is labeled, Grape Seed Oil.

“Shit, Jorge!” Luisa shouted. Manolo has passed us by!

The two cars were traveling, heading towards Madrid, at more than 250 kilometers per hour on a semi-deserted highway at that time of the morning. It was Sunday and the party had been long with a lot of alcohol, drugs and sex.

“Let me see your pussy,” Jorge almost begged.

-Accelerate and pass Manolo!

Jorge accelerated fully when he saw that Luisa was raising her miniskirt and removing her thong, revealing a perfectly trimmed pubic rectangle.

“Aaahh,” Jorge moans when Rebeca puts a little oil on his dead body.

Jorge moves his eyes up and down desperately and Rebeca understands that silent language, of a desperate quadriplegic. She unbuttons a button on her blouse and a generous gusset is exposed to Jorge’s needy eyes.

“I’ll put a little oil on you before we start,” explains Rebeca.

“Uuuyyyy,” Jorge shouted and accelerated even more, passing Manolo when he saw that Luisa was beginning to masturbate.thiiiiisss issssss lifeeeee

Luisa leaned her back against the right door of the Maserati, she had one leg raised on the dashboard and the other on her seat, revealing all her disturbing intimacy.

-Uuummm-Jorge melts when he feels Rebeca’s gloved hands touch his erect penis.

He wants to move, he wants to reach out and touch, he wants to demand a kiss but his body doesn’t obey. Only your imagination flies, flies, flies.

“I will make you feel like a woman,” Jorge imagines.

He holds Rebeca by the waist with both hands and lifts her up, gently throwing her on the bed. He walks over to the edge and lifts her legs up onto his shoulders. He sticks his body next to that of the woman from Madrid and begins to rub against each other. Rebeca feels the powerful weapon rub against her beautiful rear like a stone.

“It would be awesome if you gave me a blowjob,” said Jorge while maintaining almost 300 kilometers per hour.

“Sometimes you are very perverted, you know?” Luisa meowed in a hot voice.

She lowered her legs, adjusted her back, slowly crouched down, opened the fly of her pants and the penis jumped out, hitting her in the face and catching her off guard.

“This cock has a life of its own!” he laughed. Keep the speed up and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life.

Jorge writhed with pleasure when he felt Luisa’s tongue on his glans and without realizing it he accelerated, literally flying.

“Jorge isn’t there,” Rebeca warns.

Jorge corrects the goal and inserts his penis into Rebeca’s vagina.

-Ayyy, sir – Rebeca contracts -, continue, please, continue, continue, < wpml_nbsp > don’t stop.

Jorge moves his entire body rhythmically, back and forth, up and down, inside out. Rebeca responds by accommodating her ass and facilitating a better entry.

“Don’t stop, Luisa,” Jorge moaned. Please don’t stop, I’m about to cum.

Luisa stopped, took the penis out of her mouth and moved her head to start gently biting Jorge’s testicles.

-The virginnnn-she choked with pleasure-sssaaannnnttaaa!

Then it happened, he lost control for a second, the Maserati skidded, literally jumped into the air and slammed into the ground with brutal force. The last thing Jorge remembered was Luisa’s crushed head and then the total darkness.

-The virginnnn-Jorge thinks although he cannot verbalize it, he chokes with pleasure with prehistoric grunts-sssaaannnttaaa!

He opens his eyes and returns to harsh reality, < wpml_nbsp >feeling a wet and hot explosion; abundant and sticky, which explodes, like a volcano contained for centuries, and splashes Rebeca’s hands and face.