Cute 18 Year Old Brazilian Teen Gets Fucked After Seeing A Pile Of Money

The sun beat down on the dusty streets of Rio de Janeiro as 18-year-old Natasha strolled along, her hips swaying seductively in her tight denim shorts. The Brazilian beauty’s dark, tanned skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, drawing envious stares from passersby. A breeze caught her long, raven hair and sent it cascading down her back.

Suddenly, the young Latina’s emerald eyes landed on a wad of cash peeking out of a trash can. Her face lit up with greed and desire. Stealthily, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching before plucking the bills from the can.

Natasha’s heart raced as she counted the crisp notes—more than enough to get her out of this impoverished neighborhood and into a better life. But little did she know, she was being watched.

Antonio Mallorca, a seasoned Brazilian pickup artist, had been lurking in the shadows, camera rolling. He’d planted that money there himself, just waiting for an unsuspecting young treasure to take the bait. Natasha was the finest catch yet.

Antonio emerged from the alley, a shit-eating grin on his chiseled jaw. “So, you got my money, carinha?” he purred, his deep voice dripping with lust.

Natasha jumped, whirling around with wide eyes. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, stuffing the cash into her bra. Her face flushed, belying her lie.

Antonio chuckled, stepping closer. The Afro-Brazilian stud towered over the petite Latina, his towering 6’4″ frame bulking with lean muscles. “Oh, I think you do.” He reached out, trailing a finger down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You took my money, you took my bait…now why don’t you take my cock?”

Natasha’s breath hitched. She knew she should be indignant, should slap this arrogant jerk across his smug face. But God, the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to devour her whole… She felt herself growing wet.

“Eu não quero…I can’t…” she whispered. Even to her own ears, it sounded weak.

Antonio stepped closer still, until his lips were brushing her ear. “Oh, I think you can,” he growled. “I think you want nothing more, you filthy little gold digger.”

Natasha shuddered at the dark promise in his voice, her nipples hardening beneath her thin t-shirt. This was madness…but she couldn’t help herself. “Okay,” she breathed.

Antonio grinned, wicked and victorious. He grabbed Natasha’s wrist and dragged her into a nearby alley, ducking into a doorway out of sight. In seconds, he had the eager young thing pinned against the cold brick, his bulge grinding against her barely-there waistband.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he rumbled, grabbing a handful of her ass. “Gonna ruin this perfect little Brazilian body.”

Natasha mewled, arching into his touch. “Please,” she whimpered, even as a small part of her screamed that this was wrong. But Antonio was kissing her then, his tongue delving into her mouth, and everything else faded away.

They made quick work of each other’s clothes, hands groping and caressing fervently. When Antonio pulled out his throbbing cock, Natasha’s eyes bulged. “Oh my God,” she breathed. It was huge—brown, veiny, and thick.

Antonio smirked, stroking himself. “You ready for this, baby girl?”

Natasha could only whimper in response. Antonio chuckled darkly, grabbing her hips and hoisting her up. In one smooth motion, he buried himself balls-deep in her soaked pussy.

A loud moan burst from Natasha’s lips as her back slammed against the wall. ” военного! Fuck, you’re so tight!”

Antonio didn’t bother with foreplay, he just started pounding into her, giving no quarter. “Take it, putinha. Take that big fucking dick.”

Natasha could only hold on for dear life as he drilled into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder! Oh fuck, harder!” she cried, too lost in pleasure to be ashamed.

And harder Antonio gave her, his thick rod stretching her to the limit. Sweat poured down their entwined bodies as he fucked her like an animal, grunting and snarling with primal lust. Natasha could only hang on and come apart around him, her pussy clenching greedily at his shaft.

She came with a scream, her nails raking down Antonio’s back. Antonio groaned, already on the edge. “Fuck fuck fuuuck!” He buried himself as deep as he could go and detonated, thick ropes of hot cum flooding into the eager teen’s womb.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both panting and shaking, sweat-soaked and sated. Natasha gave a weak laugh, wiping a hand over her face. “That was… intense,” she admitted.

Antonio smirked, tucking himself away. “You took my cash, baby girl. Consider that interest.” He handed her a business card. “Now get out of here before I decide to take more than your money.”

Natasha grabbed the card, damp and covered in spit and cum, and fled. But even as she went, she knew she’d be back. Because after a taste of Antonio’s magic wand, she was ruined for anyone else.