Who do you think I am, Minute Mouse?
I’m breathless, having collapsed in the metal chair in the center of the floor, dim-eyed and dizzy because my sex sword is still filled with excitement.
“Let me get out of this outfit, Papi,” my fantasy come true announces. Alicia must forgive the eager look in my eyes; I’ve been dying to see this Spanish goddess naked since our eyes met last night.
She looks amazing: anatomically astonishing, absolutely appetizing and incredibly intimidating all at once. Her beige complexion is flawless. Slimly muscled, yet curvaceous, that taut abdomen is taunting me, and those well-developed, track runner thighs that complement her sex-, I
mean six-pack are titillating, tantalizing and terrifying. I swallow saliva while gawking, for the combination of her hard calves, firm thighs and great stomach muscles means one thing:
Mamá Morena can ride good dick all night.
Good, chocolate dick is what’s she’s going get tonight, provided I can break her erotic spell and leave this chair.
“You are the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on, Alicia,” I say.
“And I’m yours, Guillermo,” she responds. “Aunque sea sólo por una noche.”
Bravely, I try to stand up and greet her with my fever, but she won’t let me. Why is she pushing me back into the chair?
Reaching back, Alicia hands me a glass of her witches’ brew, mildly disguised as ice water.
Though my body is defenseless, weak to her touch, the lion at my waist, fully alert once more, wants to mute its roar in the moistness of the tigress straddling me.
That idea might have to wait. My goodness, I feel her strength as she climbs my sticky, slim frame.
“Papi, I was taught to always to treat my men like the kings they are,” she says.
“I…I’m speech—”
A lusciously long index finger stills my thought.
“Please don’t talk,” Alicia whispers. “Just enjoy my dance.”
Taking my face into her soft hands, she’s alternating between kisses and lustful kitty licks. Mm, I like that shit. Her purr, oozing a new sexiness, reestablishes my trance as she slowly, gently nibbles on my ears. Eagerly embarking on an arousing journey, I can hear her panting as her lips touch my nose, then peck my mouth.
I can barely take this. Her tongue is so well trained, tasting my neck as if bloodthirsty. The tenderness of her touch is exciting places on me I never knew existed. I hear the hitches in her breath as she grinds her hips against me, a trickle of her lust juice is oozing down my thigh, and I can feel her clit throbbing, and swelling.
I’ll take care of that later;that is, if I can regain control of my body.
A wet trace of Alicia’s saliva has caught up with drops of syrup. Mixing while meandering to my navel, the trail meets up with its creator, who just parted my thighs and found the place where the dance will end.
Her red lips are introducing itself to my swollen purple knob, savoring it like it’s an alien stranger as she wraps her hands around the stiffness of my thick shaft.
Our eyes meet yet again. Her look is altered, haunting and horny, unmistakably naughty.
“Ay, Papi. Estoy loca por esta caña negra.”
Rocking forward, she sweeps her tongue along the tip of me, tasting the pre-cum that drips from me. I feel like all the blood in my body is going south of the border as she licks the underside of her black sugarcane.
“Nice hook, baby,” she moans.
My breath is short once more, for her flooding mouth has latched onto me something fierce. Swirling and slicking, oiling and polishing my shaft in a slow, insatiable rhythm, she’s a hungry python, eagerly engulfing its prey, the fluidity of her head bob instinctive. I love the way she relaxes her jaw and throat muscles while maintaining her slobber.
Damn, she’s moving from dick to testicle sacs now, flicking her talented tongue along them. Her hedonistic taming of my tool has intensified my surge within. Recapturing my meat in her oral goblet, she makes it disappear, then reappear easily. Her oral strokes now manic, she’s really enjoying her delicious chocolate bar.
And, I’m enjoying the greasing of my magic stick.
I’m tensing as her pace quickens even more, and the sloppy, slurping sounds get louder. The throbbing nerves in my dick must be exciting, for her wet, succulent moans are ones of intense pleasure.