she said laughing.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she said feeling the flutter of butterflies in her stomach.
He pop kissed her and took her by the hand.
As they made their way down the hallway and into the foyer, there was a trail of candles along the wall. It continued into the main living space.
There were lots more candles, bouquets of white flowers and city lights twinkling through the open curtains.
“Baby, this is so beautiful,” she said a bit muffled from her hands covering her mouth.
Then, she saw a huge fruit arrangement sitting on the dining room table from Edible Arrangements. The fruits were chocolate dipped, flower and star shaped and in abundance. And there were extra condiments to play with, like whip cream, chocolate syrup and cherries.
He pulled out a chair and sat down. She straddled his lap facing him.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yes!!! I can’t believe you did all of this for me,” she said giving him a tight hug.
“I can’t either,” he said joking.
She let him loose and playfully shoved him.
“And thank you,” she said referring to what she had on.
“You’re welcome. Now are you ready for some real dessert?”
“Hell yeah.”
He reached for a chocolate-covered strawberry and fed it to her. She picked a pineapple star and dipped it in chocolate. She put it in her mouth and fed it to him until their lips locked and tongues wrestled. He pulled out a stick of grapes and dipped them in the whip cream. She seductively put her mouth around it sucking most of the whip cream off. She assumed it excited him ‘cause she felt his dick jump. Then, she took his finger and dipped it in the whip cream. Her tongue started at the base of his hand and slowly licked up, teasing him. Then, she put her mouth around his finger sucking the rest of it off. He watched her mouth slowly slide up and down.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped up and sat her on the table. He pushed everything back and laid her down in front of his chair. She scooted her butt to the edge and spread her legs open. He sat down and licked his lips at her freshly waxed and manicured vagina.
“I’ve waited all night to do this,” he said.
With a sensual flicking of his tongue, Mauricio softly tickled her inner thighs, alternating sides. At the same time, his thumb and index finger twirled and pinched her nipples making them hard like pencil erasers. Then, he sucked hard and soft moving upwards making her body yearn for more. Her breathing became faint with the anticipation of him tasting her juices. He taunted her a little more by softly kissing and blowing on the outer edge of her vagina through her crouch-less panties. Her stomach sunk in so deep that her rib cage practically showed. She wanted to feel the warmness of his mouth and tongue inside her already. So, he gave her what she begged for.
His tongue spread her lips apart as it plunged into her already hot, juicy nectar. Her body arched up as he tasted her sweetness. He wiggled and thrust deeper into her delicacy. Her moans were loud. And her hips gyrated as if she were hula hooping.
But to demonstrate his true skills, he bent her knees all the way back ’til they touched the top of the table. He alternated sucking hard and soft on her clit until it became swollen. She pushed his face further in her cream pie. Then after a blowing, fluttering sensation, he heard those words he wanted to hear.
“I’m cumin’, Baby. I’m about to cum.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs and clamped down. Mauricio sucked and extracted everything she had. It made her body quiver and spasm uncontrollably.
“Mmmm . . . You taste so good, Baby Girl,” he whispered as she pushed his head away not able to handle anymore.
He stood up and took his towel off. He pulled her back down to the edge of the table. Still high from her orgasm, he slid his manhood inside her making her back arch up again.
“Yes!” she screamed as she felt him stretching her walls with his ten and a half inches of goodness. She loved the way her feline animal was getting fed. And she contracted her muscles making it feel tighter. But that only made him dig harder, deeper and faster.
He watched as her eyes rolled back from him pounding her insides. He had his way with her.
“Fu . . . uck me, Baby. Fu . . . uck me hard . . . der,” she barely said.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked as he stroked. “Whose is it?”
“Tu . . . yo, Papí. Es tuyo. All yours,” she said.
Mauricio knew that pussy was his and he was working the hell out of it. To the point, she came again.
Lola got tired of sliding on the table from all their sweat. So, she stood up, took off the lingerie and bent forward resting her hands on the arms of the chair. She cocked one leg up extending a very open invitation to sex her doggy style. He gladly accepted.
He wrapped his hands around her waist as he slid inside her again. She just held on as he bucked her, fucked her and slapped her on the ass.
Mauricio was liquored up, so he wasn’t cumin’ any time soon. Lola was his toy and her body was his playground.
After she came, he pulled her up by her hair and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her ass cheeks as he rocked them back and forth allowing her labia to touch the base of his dick. He wanted that kitty cat to purr.
As he delighted her g-spot, she threw her head back yelling his name. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she came again . . . and hard.
However, Mauricio didn’t stop. He carried her to the sofa where she sat on top of him backwards. He cupped her C-sized breasts as she leaned back gripping the couch. She gyrated on him working her hole, letting him have it. His words now became slurred, sexual and vulgar.
“Whose dick is this, Papí?” she asked turning the tables.
“It’s yours, Baby Girl. It’s all yours.”
They sexed for about another hour. Then finally in doggy style position, he was ready to release his inhibitions.
“I’m cumin’, Baby. I’m cumin’,” he yelled.
He pulled out and came really hard. So hard that he hunched over her for a few seconds trying to catch his breath. Good thing the sofa was there to catch him. He was weak and tired and knew he had put in work.
They lay there still, trying to control their breathing.
“Damn, Baby Girl,” he said in a low tone.
“I’m sorry, Honey.”
“For what?”
“For digging my nails into you.”
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