AUXILIO tremenda mujer somete a un pobre gasfitero

The Brazilian Bum poked and stretched, a gas-fitter found himself in a world of trouble when he volunteered to fix a grenade-like clog in Aida Jimenez’s lavish bathroom. The voluptuous Colombiana, known amongst her aristocratic neighbors as “La Tremenda” for her incredible appetite, hadn’t expected a plumber quite so young and virile.

Dressed only in a thin sundress that accentuated her curves, the latina was flustered at the adorable handyman’s chiseled features androsy lips that quirked in an almost-smile as he politely averted his gaze. Control snapped when she caught him gawking at her vast ass hung over the back of her throne-like toilet.

“Perdon, senorita, I don’t mean to stare…” The young man stammered out in broken Spanish.

“No one can help themselves when faced with this great ass!” Aida laughed, causing her chestnut hair corkscrew curls to bounce. Her plump figure jiggled with every movement, drawing the gasfitter’s eyes like a honey badger to the dance.

She slurped her tongue and took a step towards him, hips swaying. Despite the gasfitter’s protests, the Colombiana pressed her wide ass against his work pants, estomago pressed against his chest. One hand snaked behind to squeeze the gasfitter’s burgeoning bulge. “I pay my debts. Real well.”

The air crackled with electricity – her tongue traced his muscular throat, coaxing a low groan from the man’s lips. “Mmmm, that poco pito sounds ready to burst, senor. Maybe your nozzle needs a flush too? For quality control, claro.”

Aida’s warm hands shoved the young man down onto her marble floor. The smell of mango wafted in the air as she straddled his hips, bronze thighs squeezing either side of him. She slowly rolled her dress up, exposing her creamy thighs, earthy brown skin glowing against the classic white fabric. Higher it climbed, until her massive cheeks were bared to his hungry gaze.

“Separate my chonchas,” The Colombian whispered. He grasped her soft ass cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing her tight poco culito winking at him, wetness already coating her inner thighs. “Oh, que rico! The perfect plumber para mis necesites!”

The gasfitter’s engorged member pressed against her hungry hole as Aida ground her hips. She grasped the sleeves of his work shirt, mouth-seeking his neck, suckling hard enough to leave an imprint. “C’mon, papi. You’re going to pump my hole until I can’t walk straight!”

Aida reached between them and gripped his shaft, rubbing the head across her moist folds. She gripped his ass for leverage and slammed down, crying out as the young man’s throbbing cock impaled her deep. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting the mint on his breath as they ground their pelvises together.

The pressure mounted as her thick walls rolled up and down his shaft with each lift and drop of her round hips. She may have been large, but her ass was so soft; globes bouncing against his thighs like yoga balls as she rode him hard.

He crushed her to his chest, hands pulling her closer as he met each grind with a powerful thrust. The sultry air thickened with their mingled scents – salty sweat, sweet mangoes, hot man and his Colombian Coed. Those sinful thighs gripped him and clenched hard as he plowed into her again and again, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

“Mas fuerte, papi! You feel so good!” the Colombiana mewled. The man gritted his teeth and focused on the arch of her back, her curls spilling down her shoulders like dark rivers of silk. His thumbs dug into the soft give of her hips as he pistoned harder, feeling his balls tighten, release building deep in his core.

“Yes! Fill my little fuck hole! Let me feel that creamy semen shooting deep inside where it belongs!” The conductor’s tit slippery with sweat, dusky nipples like ripe blackberries in his hands.

The gasfitter snarled like a wild animal, slamming into her fastest, highest on his toes. Warmth gushed from her core, her velvet walls clamping down and shudders running through her entire body as an explosive orgasm ripped through her ass. Clicking, wailing, lost in the throes of sexual hysteria, the big-backside beauty was putty in his hands.

At the same time, his entire body went rigid, climax hitting him full force. A deal was sealed as he bucked and jerked with each wave of release spraying her inner cunnilingus with his seed, pumping his conductor full to overflowing. TOO much seed. The excess filled her to the brim before squirting down her tanned thighs and dark bush in hot rivulets.

All pleasured out, his trainer brushed damp tendrils from his face and smiled, broad and slow. “Thank you, senor, for solving my pipe problem. Or should I say, my pipe DRIPPING issue?” She laughed and pecked him on the lips before plopping her large ass down next to him, back against the toilet. “Now, shall we see about starting on the kitchen for my true purpose?”