Me follo al guardia de seguridad (Rol)

Title: “El Bolso Rojo”

The lights were dimmed low, a soft red hue casting a sultry atmosphere over the room, the perfect backdrop for Araceli’s webcast. She lay spread out on her king-sized bed, the silky red sheets cascading around her voluptuous curves. Her long, raven hair spilled across the pillows, framing her delicate face. A cunning smile played on her full, pouty lips, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief behind her black-rimmed glasses.

Araceli wore a lacy black bra that seemed two sizes too small, straining against her generous breasts. The matching thong did little to conceal her tantalizing assets, barely covering the essentials. She reclined on her stomach, legs kicked up and knees bent, silently beckoning her viewers to gaze upon the forbidden fruits.

As her eager audience grew, Araceli began to perform, slowly running her manicured nails down her back, over her shapely rear, to the tops of her thighs. She uncrossed her legs, allowing the suspense to build. Anticipation filled the air, a palpable tension mounting with each passing second.

With a coy smile, she reached over and picked up the red handbag from her nightstand. She slowly unzipped it, her long lashes fluttering seductively. One by one, she removed the objects – a supple leather riding crop, a jingling set of padded handcuffs, and a tube of glittery red lipstick. She lifted her lips to the camera, slowly applying the shimmery pigment, allowing her viewers to imagine it on their own.

Araceli propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back sensually. She unfurled the riding crop, slapping it into her hand a few times, the leathery smack filling the room. Gazing straight into the camera, she crooned in her sultry Spanish accent, “Señores, are you ready? Are you eager to devour your guardiana? You’ve waited long enough.”

The computer fan whirred to life as hundreds of viewers rushed to tap the “Like” button. Araceli smiled seductively, never taking her eyes from the camera. She was a temptress, pure and simple. And she knew exactly what she was doing.

She pulled herself up to a sitting position, legs crossed at her ankles, back straight. With a provocative sway of her full hips, she crawled off the bed, swaying her way to the dresser. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Araceli slowly undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She cupped her heavy breasts, toying with her nipples until they pebbled against her fingers.

“Mmmm,” she purred, reaching for the Chapstick. She tossed it aside with a shimmering smile, revealing her glistening wet slit. Oh, that wet, aching wanton slit. It dripped with arousal, the sweet scent filling the air.

Araceli lifted her finger to her lips, sucking on it slowly before releasing it with a little pop. She turned around, her backside facing the camera. With a playful swish, she turned back around, running her fingers through her slick folds. She raised her fingers to her mouth, lapping at the essence coating them, savoring her own taste.

“Oh,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Delicious.” She dipped her fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking, giving her viewers a voyeuristic peek into her own private world. She wanted them to see. She wanted them to feel. And she certainly wanted them to touch.

Araceli sauntered back to the bed, flopping onto it with a pouty sigh. She settled back against the plump pillows, pulling the riding crop to her chest. She slowly dragged it across her breast, teasing her nipple with its four leather thongs. SheBUZZed down her stomach, over her bellybutton, and paused just above her mound.

“Ready, my guardproduktionada?” she teased, running the crop over her slit, up and down, tauntingly slow. Araceli BUZZed the crop over her clit, gasping softly as the crops weight pressed against it. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, spreading her legs.

“Ahhh,” she groaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, I need it. I need you. Give it to me.” With each word, she BUZZed the crop harder against her, rubbing it in tight circles. Her juices coated the soft leather, slick and glistening.

“Alas, it is not enough,” she sighed, dropping the crop to the mattress. “It is time for something… more.” With that, she reached for the silver vibrator, perhaps the most popular toy in her arsenal. The Nicolas cage-faced dildo was long and thick and curved just so, perfectly hitting her g-spot with every thrust. It was also a far cry from the normal-sized banana.)

Araceli lay back fully on the mattress and lifted her knees to her chest, spreading herself wide open. With a slow REicide, she ran the thick tip of the dildo through her soaked slit, before pushing it deep inside. “Unnnnhhh,” she groaned, letting it fill her up inch by thick inch. “Ssssss,” she hissed as she reached the base. It was warm and heavy, stretching her open, making her feel fuller than she ever had before.

“Dios mío,” she panted, beginning to thrust with the toy. “It… plunged… so deep.” Slowly at first, then faster and harder, Araceli fucked herself raw with the dildo, her velvety walls clenching around it, drawing it deeper and deeper. Her cheeks flushed pink, her chest heaving as she neared her release.

“Ah! Ah!” she cried out, her body stiffening, back arching as the orgasm crashed over her. “Yesssss! Ahh! Ohhhh!” The climax seemed to last forever, her entire body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. “Mmmmmnnnnn!”

When it was over, Araceli lay still, the vibrator still buried deep inside of her. She tore her eyes from the ceiling, looking into the camera, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She slowly pulled the dildo out, running her fingers through the slick few juices dripped from her slit.

“Buenas noches,” she purred, giving her audience one final, sultry wink. “Until next time, amorrods.”