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The sun had barely risen, its early morning rays just beginning to peek through the blinds, when she stirred awake. Still heavy with sleep, jewels gathered around her eyes, Mila languorously stretched like a satisfied cat, her petite frame tingling with delicious soreness. Last night’s passionate lovemaking withMateo, her new boyfriend, replayed in her mind like a vivid porno flick.

Mila was Exxxtra Small, barely 5ft tall and all of 90 lbs dripping wet – a late bloomer at 19 still rocking perky A-cups and a peach of an ass. But her stature only enhanced her allure, making her seem like a porcelain doll. You just knew she needed to be handled with care.

She infertility rolled over in bed, reaching for Mateo’s warmth but finding only cool sheets. His side of the bed was empty, the bathroom unoccupied too. Strange, she thought. Mila didn’t hear any clinking of dishes in the kitchen or the drone of the TV from the living room. The house was eerily silent.

Floating through the stillpassageways of their modest apartment, she padded barefoot into the kitchen, yawning cutely. The only thing that greeted Mila was a scribbled note on the fridge door, held in place by a magnet. “Had to run out for work. Back soon, mi amor. Te quiero mucho. –Mateo”.

Disappointed, she plopped onto the couch, snatching up her phone from the coffee table. Mila scrolled through her Insta feed, double tap, double tap, liking cute puppy pics and cute swollen tummy pics. Fighting the urge to post a thirst trap of her own with those perky tits and gape pussy lips still sticky from lovemaking, she restrained herself. Some things were best left to the imagination.

A notification pinged – a text from her problema girlfriends. “Chica! Back from your road trip home? You and-door mateo got enough nooky to tide you over?” it tease-tiocched. Unbidden, a blush creeped up her neck at the memory of their continued sexy interludes. To her horror/surprise, she let out an audible squeal of delight, squirting a bit into her panties. Meanwhile, the cushion below moist aprianyd.

Fuck.

Before she Could stop herself, Mila reached down, feeling the still-damp patch on her thongs. A naughty idea formed, like a petit in a naughty French pasty. Who needed Mittagessen anyway? She could be Mittagessen!

With newfound purpose, Mila scampered to the bedroom, hunger in her eyes. She’d have this whole place wrecked before Mateo got back Big cock confessionals, bruiser repeated thrusts, passionate kissing – the works!

In the shower, Mila carefully readied herself. Warm water pouring over rooted latinez necessitated a task-oriented hum, and tingle tingle all around. If only Mere hubby lingers longer downstairs’, to get some of this pronto. Alchemy, she mused, “the power of pussy, never over-estimate its powers”.(.au’s knowledge of Latin revulses)

Soon the air was thick with the tension of desire, and steam – so much steam. Slipping into the bedroom, now messy with crumbs and juices, the smell of sex clung to the air. Nestling into the sheets, hand creeping down, fingered love box to return the memory of Mateo’s warm cock insertion, she almost squealed in delight – his special touches still alive within in tent the fresh clear sight numero.

Mila rolled over one more time, stomach ache now a week in the esp Quintana’s of her desire. There was no going back, not with crumbs staining the freshly cleaned sheets. As she reached her climax (again, just for good measure), a trickle of sweat formed on her brow. This time she couldn’t hold back, mewling in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” she wailed, surprising herself with the declaration. Her body convulsed on the bed, stiff with pleasure. Mila was a sweating, wet mess by the time her haze subsided. She cleaned herself up and lay back down, satisfied.

Panting slowly returned to normal. She snuggled under the sheets, reminiscing – every man and his female over again, but just Mateo – such a gem, such a stud, such a babe in the woods. With Mateo, she was not just a petite babe with a killer set of cheeks, she was a coveted goddess, and he was a willing disciple.

Mila closed her eyes, lulled into slumber by the memory of Mateo’s thrusts. Exhausted from her erotic escapades, she welcomed the exhaustion. Maybe, she could wake up again, this time with her mateo, in time for eternity of exquisite bedtime stories…