Caramel Flava
A slow rise, then fall, then hip wriggle by this wonderful lover takes me deeper into her Spanish garden. I flex my hips to meet her strokes, only to be humbled by vibrant vaginal muscles that massage my dick as they clench it, then retreat. Alicia moves in circles, causing my toes to curl and my breath to grow short.
I’m being handled like I was an amateur lover. My eyes blink open and shut in ecstasy as she presses her hands on my chest and flutters her backside like a moth. Bravely, I lunge forward and suck on those beautiful mounds.
“That’s it, Papi, suck my nipples…Ay, Guillermo,” Alicia purrs while not breaking the connection. Soon, I hear names and curses in a foreign tongue as her legs tense.
“Cum with your eyes open,” I urge. “The orgasm will be more intense.”
Alicia listens, then shudders and staggers like a punch-drunk boxer, then screams while soaking my staff with her waterfall.
“¡Dios mío! ¡Dios mío!”
That sounds so sexy.
“Untie me,” I say.
She does, without realizing that she’s lost control of my hunger.
I turn her over, place her legs on my shoulders, hold her calves hostage with my forearms and rub myself against her clitoris; very gently.
I could go inside right away, but I want her to beg for it.
“Please, William, please.”
Inch by inch, I slowly sink my erection within her sex once more. Again, the key fits perfectly.
“¡Dios mío, Papi! ¡Dios mío!”
God, that sounds better than a sigh. Starting slowly, I give her tip, then root, then tip again. In circles, figure eights and, when her pussy becomes more accommodating, deep push-ups on my fists. Pumping while pulverizing it, I’m insistent with my need to take her to the summit of sexual sensation, so I increase the urgency of my thrusts.
“Fuck it harder, harder, fuck it, baby…”
From English to Spanish to English again, the melody of her moans intoxicates me, intensifies my dance. Seeing her grab but not hold the towel, then the sofa makes me try even harder than Avis does.
“¡Dios mío, Papi! ¡Dios mío!”
Alicia trembles as she gets the whole concert of movements: swivels and rhythmic gyrations; long and looping, then short, staccato strokes; slow, circular hip motion; semi-withdrawals; then, total immersion.
“Those hips…and that dick are fucking me so well,” she announces through rapid pants.
Ay, Papi, ay, Guillermo, aaayyyy. Papi, que rico.
Shivering, her fists pound me in pleasure, then her nails invade my back. I know she feels the beat of my pulse. Holding her ass now, I go deeper, where no man, I think, has gone before.
“Stir that dick in my pussy good,” she says. Obliging, the motion of my midsection moves from “O” to “V.” Alicia’s vagina involuntarily clamps onto me like it needs the companionship of my dick forever.
Shivering and shaking, I hit the right chord inside her tunnel repeatedly, and with relentless repetition; her eyes are tearing as she stares at me.
Thinking something’s wrong, I pull out.
“Please, don’t take it away, baby. Give me my dick, baby. Please, Guillermo.”
She’s so greedy, lost in the rapture of our shared gyrations. And I love it.
The wetness of her fused with the slick sounds of sopping sex and Kegel-enhanced contractions are causing my teeth to grit and thrash as an explosion rises. Already being the fix I crave, my dick gets harder within my Spanish garden.
“That’s it, baby. Be a good boy and fill Mamá up,” she urges.
The power of my pumping gets stronger as I glue my lips and tongue to hers, trembling violently. I’m close, so close to that dizzying, light-headed rush I want so bad.