Page 49 of Caramel Flava


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My toes are curling. I feel my thighs tighten, then sag as she slows the tempo of her tribute. Then she speeds it up again as she feels me getting harder and harder.

Shit, she’s greedy, and so, so good.

Feeling my explosion reaching the point of no return, like engineer Scotty says on Star Trek: I don’t think I can hold it any longer.

I’m about to…Oh, shit…

A spurt of white lava leaves me…then another…three times…four…All I hear is her gulping…my breaths…so short…my tip…so sensitive…Please stop sucking it…No, don’t…Yes, do…oh, shit…I can’t stop trembling…regroup, mind…body, stop shaking…

“I know, Papi,” she says, finally draining my pipe completely. “I know how bad you needed that.”

She must have cum as well, for I hear her breathing heavily.

A boyish curiosity leaves me as I search the room for air.

“Alicia, I want…”

“I already know, baby. You want to know what my pussy tastes like.”

A dancer, seductress and psychic all rolled into one.

Damn, I feel lucky.

Finally, we’re both on our feet, kissing passionately as we stick together in the mixture of saliva, sweat, syrup, and semen. The only thing missing are the spurts of satisfaction that leave a happy vagina when eaten properly.

And I’m about to fix that problem.

Alicia senses my newfound aggression, stretches her beauty out on the sofa and spreads her muscled stems.

“Guillermo, quieres tocarme?” she asks slyly.

“Sí, Mamá,” I respond while pecking the lips that took my phallus to heaven and back. It’s time for my voyage to the center of Spain.

Like an obedient compass needle, I begin my journey. Licking her rose tattoo, I hear a slight moan. Hmm, those pointed nipples are sensitive to touch? Okay, let me skim the surface of them lightly with itsy-bitsy tongue flutters.

The involuntary wails leaving her are so nice.

You see, while I pleasure Alicia, I’m performing anatomical reconnaissance. Charting out her peaks and valleys, by the time I’m done examining the gorgeous terrain, surveying and scanning this foreign land for sensitive spots and erogenous zones, she’ll be quaking and quivering like a bowstring.

Oh, I see she likes the way I suck on her abundant orbs. Mm, Papá wishes she had milk, for it does a body good. The remains of the liqueur mix well with her natural taste. Mm, that cute navel of hers is indescribably delicious.

“Please get to my pussy, Guillermo,” Alicia pants.

Peering up from between her thighs, my face wears the look of a burglar.

“Not yet,” I respond. “I’m saving that for last.”

I want her body to generate enough electricity to illuminate a city, her face to fight the feminine gestures of bliss that taste-testing her tangy triangle will bring. But I must try her toes first, one at a time.

First planting tender kisses, next I engulf them, causing the tides of her inner sea to simmer.

She’s caught a small wave with that act. Her calves are so strong I must suck them. She barely conceals her pleasure. Next focusing on a different kind of hole, I lick around her anus, lube my finger with the slick ooze trickling from her saturated rain-forest, and insert one slow, then slower. Multitasking, I lick the outer lips of her honey pot lightly with my oral lizard.

“Ay, Papi, ay, Guillermo” she moans. “Do that shit, baby.”

I feel her body tense, then spasm slightly. Jerking, then sighing, Alicia succumbs to her mini-tremor.

That was minor. It’s time for her to experience a major orgasm.

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