Me pide a gritos que no pare ??
“Please don’t stop!” she cries out, her voice hitting a fever pitch as he pounds into her mercilessly from behind. Her petite frame quakes with each powerful thrust, her caramel skin glistening with sweat in the dimly lit room.
Cupping her generous asscheeks, he squeezes the fleshy mounds, delighting in their springy resilience as he continues his relentless pace. Her needy moans fill the air, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. “Keep going,” she pants, arching her back to take him even deeper. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Me pleas a gritos que no pare,” translates the `.srt` file, ensuring subtitle accuracy. Her desperate pleas have him redoubling his efforts, hips snapping like a piston as he chases his own release. The ecstasy built-up within threatens to consume them both, every thrust pushing her closer to the precipice.
Impatient for more, she reaches down to furiously stroke her engorged clit, the added stimulation proving too much to bear. Tossing her head back, Escorpion-Bacha delivers a strangled scream, her pussy clenching around him like a vice as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. “¡Me corro!” she wails, trembling from the sheer intensity of it.
Spurred on by her climax, he drives himself to the hilt, his balls drawing up tight. With a guttural cry of his own, he fills her with his seed, painting her insides white with rope after rope of his thick cum. They collapse together, chests heaving, sweat cooling on their skin as the aftershocks ebb.
Slowly, he eases out of her, watching in satisfaction as his release trickles down her thighs. Cradling her close, he presses a tender kiss to her shoulder, eliciting a soft sigh from his lover. “Te amo, mi amor,” he murmurs, “but duty calls.”
“Ven acá,” she purrs, “I’m not done with you yet.” In a swift movement, she flips him onto his back, straddling his waist. Her breasts bounce tantalizingly as she grinds her slick heat along his hardening length. “Te necesito dentro de mí otra vez,” she demands, already impaling herself on his shaft.
Expertly riding him, her hips gyrate in a mesmerizing rhythm, rendering him powerless to do anything but grip her waist and marvel at the erotic sight of her taking her pleasure. Over and over she impales herself, chasing another high, her moans escalating to lusty cries as she increases her tempo. “¡Sí! ¡Justo así! ¡No pares!”
Her frenzied abandon sets every one of his nerves alight, and he fights the urge to pound into her from below, letting her set the pace as she pursues her release with single-minded focus. Her velvety walls quiver around him, fluttering, as she nears her peak once more. Gripping her hips, he helps drive her home, her body undulating to its own secret beat.
Screaming her climax to the heavens, “Me vengo estilo perrito” she convulses violently, gushing her dew down his cock and balls. Her spasming sheath wrings every last drop from him, milking him for all he’s worth before she collapses against his chest, thoroughly spent and sated.
He wraps strong arms around her, reveling in the way their bodies mold together, hearts beating in tandem as they bask in the afterglow. “Eres mía,” he rumbles with possessive pride, “mi perrita traviesa.”
Smiling against his skin, she hums in contentment, ready to go round for round four. “You know I am. Now shut up and fuck me,” she wickedly demands, earning a groan of reluctant amusement from him before he obliges, determined to make this another night she won’t soon forget.
