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“Touch yourself.”
I lean back on one hand, and with the other, my fingers begin to rub circles on my clit. Vicente languidly strokes his cock as he watches. I slip two fingers inside, pumping them in and out before sliding the wetness back up to my clit.
It doesn’t take long for me to let the pleasure take over, my fingers moving quicker as my head drops back and my eyes close. I moan into the quiet room, my hips undulating as I seek my release.
“That’s enough,” he says.
I keep going, almost at the peak of orgasmic bliss.
His hand grips my chin and my eyes fly open, my hand halting its movements. “I said that’s enough. You’re not gonna come unless it’s by my hand, cock, or mouth.” His lips curl up on one side. “Now tell me which one you want.”
I bite down on my lip, hesitating only because I want all of them. “I want whatever you want,” I answer.
His eyes darken and his smile is wicked. “That’s all well and good, but I asked which oneyouwant. Now, tell me.” He releases my face and stands at full height, his cock pointing right at me.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He nods once before walking to the dresser and removing a condom from the drawer. On the way back toward me, he grabs the bench from in front of the bed and drags it to where I am. He sits down and covers his length with the latex, gesturing for me to come over.
“Ride me, but face the mirror.”
I get up and walk over, turning just as I get to his knees, then reach between us and guide him into me as I lower into his lap.
Vicente grabs onto my hips, his face resting over my right shoulder, our gazes connecting in the mirror as I move up and down. Watching his cock disappear inside me, my breasts bouncing with each movement is an erotic sight. His hand reaches around and begins playing with my clit, and I lean my head on his shoulder while still studying us in the reflection.
He smacks my ass. “Get up.”
Before I can question what’s happening, he’s lying across the bench, one leg on each side, and he gestures for me to straddle him.
When I get on top, I’m grateful for the width of the bench, allowing me space to rest my knees on either side of him. He keeps looking to his right to get the full picture from the mirror. His hand smacks my ass, making the flesh jiggle.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he moans. “Your body is incredible.”
I had many years of feeling self-conscious about my body. It’s not in line with typical beauty standards. My boobs are small, my ass is wide and plump, as well as my hips and thighs. My stomach creases as I bend over him, but he finds me incredible. I look in the mirror again and believe him. I do look pretty good.
“God, you’re so big,” I say, loving the way he fills me up. “It feels so good.”
“You’re so wet for me. Such a dirty girl. Look at the way you take this big dick. With pure fucking euphoria on your face.”
I moan, loving his filthy words. “Yes. I love it.”
I rock back and forth, seeking friction on my clit as I take him deep inside me.
“I want to feel you come,” he says in a husky voice, one of his hands coming to grip my face. “I want you to soak my dick.”
I move faster, moaning and whimpering as I search for my release, my eyes squeezed closed.
He smacks me on the cheek, making my eyes open, but instead of feeling offended or hurt, it only makes me wetter.
“Yes,” I cry.
“You like that?” he asks, hitting me again.
“Fuck. Yes!” I wail. “Oh my god.”
He grins wickedly. “What a good slut you are.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant. “I’m such a slut.”
