?I woke up with my Latina girlfriend and fuck her on independent day

Independence Day Morning Delight with my Latina Girlfriend

The sun was streaming in through the cracks in the blinds, its warm rays dancing across my face and stirring me from my slumber. I lazily opened my eyes, still groggy from the night before. As the fog of sleep began to lift, I realized I wasn’t alone in bed. Warm, soft skin pressed against my back. A hand rested on my chest, fingers intertwined with mine. The scent of her shampoo, a sweet mix of coconut and vanilla, filled my nostrils. My girlfriend, Sophia, was nestled next to me, peaceful in her sleep.

Sophia was a stunning Latina bombshell. Her long, dark hair cascaded over the pillow, contrasting beautifully with the crisp white sheets. Her skin was a warm, tawny hue, sun-kissed from countless hours lounging by the pool. She had an exotic allure, a fiery passion that set her apart from other girls I had dated.

Her hand, which had been resting on my chest, began to slowly move downward, her fingers tracing the curves of my abdomen. Even in her sleep, her body seemed to crave mine. I felt a stirring in my loins, my arousal building with each passing second. I knew I should let her sleep, but the temptation was too great.

I turned to face her, my hand resting on the small of her back. I pulled her close, pressing my body against hers. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. In an instant, her lips were on mine, kissing me with a hunger that took my breath away. Our tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths with a desperate urgency.

I trailed my kisses down her neck, my lips and teeth grazing her soft skin. A low moan escaped her lips, urging me on. My hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, mapping every inch of her. I could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

I tugged the hem of her nightgown up, exposing her lace panties. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, revealing her glistening pussy. I ran a finger along her slit, feeling her wetness. “You’re already so wet,” I whispered, my voice heavy with lust.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” she breathed, her eyes hazy with desire. “I woke up wanting you.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside her. I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock brushing against her entrance. I looked down at her, our eyes locking. Without breaking eye contact, I thrust into her, a low groan escaping my lips as her tight warmth enveloped me.

Sophia threw her head back in ecstasy, her hands gripping my shoulders. I started to move, thrusting in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm. The bed creaked beneath us, our bodies slapping together, the sound of our moans and cries filling the room.

I leaned down, taking her breast in my mouth. I laved at her nipple with my tongue, sucking and biting, eliciting more moans from her. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as I pounded into her.

“Harder,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. She wrapped her legs around my waist, using the leverage to bring me deeper inside her.

“I’m so close,” I grunted, feeling my release building.

“Not yet,” she panted. “I want to taste you.”

She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me. She took my cock in her hand, stroking it, her thumb swirling around the head. Then she leaned down, taking me into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft, her lips tight around me.

“Fuck, Sophia,” I groaned, my hand fisting in her hair. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She took me deeper, relaxing her throat, allowing me to hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She sucked harder, her head moving faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, my voice strained. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, her hand moving to fondle my balls. That was all it took. With a loud groan, I came, my seed shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips when she was done.

She crawled back up my body, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue, a reminder of what we had just done.

“We should reinforce national defense with such arsenal,” I joked, referencing our country’s independence.

She giggled, nuzzling into my neck. “Maybe we should make this an annual Fourth of July tradition.”

I grinned, pulling her closer. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow, our bodies intertwined. Eventually, Sophia got up to use the bathroom, her ass swaying as she walked away. I watched her go, admiring her curves, still amazed that this incredible woman was mine.

When she returned, she crawled back into bed, snuggling up beside me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.

“Happy Fourth of July,” she murmured, her eyes already starting to close.

“Happy Fourth of July,” I echoed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

We drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts full of love and contentment. It was the perfect way to start our day, our year, our future together. And as I held Sophia in my arms, I knew that with her by my side, I had everything I could ever want. She was my own personal Fourth of July grand fireworks.