MOROCHA SE DESPIERTA CON PIJA EN LA BOCA-ALMA SEXY

Title: Spicing Up the Morning with Almasexy: A Graphic Narrative Inspired by the Video “Morocha Se DespiértA Con PitA En La BOca-Alma Sexy”

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the curtains of Alma’s bedroom. She stirred from her slumber, stretches her supple, tanned body like a cat awakening from a satisfying nap. Fragments of her erotic dreams still lingered in her mind, but something felt different. A strange sensation tickled her lips and slid down her throat. Quickly, she sat up, eyes wide with surprise as she realized what had happened.

There, kneeling between her legs, was her boyfriend Alan, his hardening member glistening with her saliva. “Buenos días, mi amor,” he greeted, his voice husky with desire. “I thought we could start the day with a little…spice.”

Alma licked her lips, savoring the taste of his pre-cum mingled with her morning breath. “Mmm, you naughty boy,” she purred, reaching down to stroke his shaft. “You couldn’t wait until I woke up, could you?”

Alan grinned, running his hands over the curves of her hips and up to cup her ample breasts. “I just couldn’t help myself. Your mouth felt so good around me, I had to finish the job.”

Alma moaned as he teased her nipples, the sensitive peaks stiffening under his touch. “Well, since you’ve already started, you might as well let me finish,” she replied, eyeing his cock hungrily.

She pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips and rubbing her wet folds along his length. “But first,” she said teasingly, “you owe me breakfast in bed.”

Alan reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the conceirge menu he’d snuck in earlier that morning. “Ah,tapasonmagdos!?’ ella demanded, licking her lips.

He smiled, nodding as he dialled the room service. “Dos por favor. Y suba el apetito.”

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Alma giggled as Alan stumbled to grab a robe, almost falling over his hard-on. He returned with a tray holding steaming cups of hot chocolate and a plate piled high with medialunas, Argentine pastries filled with cheese and ham.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced proudly, setting the tray on her lap. Alma swiped a medialuna and bit into the savory treat, letting the cheese stretch between her lips before swallowing audibly.

“Delicioso,” she moaned, a glob of hot chocolate sliding down her chin and onto her full breasts. Alan couldn’t resist licking it up, his tongue circling her nipple as he did so.

“So am I,” Alma whispered, reaching down to stroke his cock again. She took a sip of hot chocolate, letting the sweet liquid coat her throat as she swallowed.

“Mmph, mmph,” it tasted divine. She repeated this motion a few times, her eyes locked with Alan’s, letting him watch a show of her skilled throat work.

Her fingers drifted lower, finding the swollen flesh of her clit. She rubbed slow circles there, feeling herself grow wetter by the second. Alan groaned, jutting his hips forward in a silent plea for more.

Alma obliged, wrapping her hand around his shaft and pumping him firmly. Her thumb gathered the bead of pre-cum on his tip, then pushed up to tease his frenulum. Alan gasped, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Fuck, Alma…” he panted, his voice strained. “Your hand feels so good.”

“And just wait until you feel my mouth again,” she replied with a wicked grin. She shifted position, moving down the bed so she had better access.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from balls to tip, before enveloping him in the heat of her mouth. She sucked him hard, cheeks hollowing, taking him deep enough that he felt the back of her throat.

Alan buried his hands in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed over his cock. He watched her chest rise and fall, her dark nipples brushing against the sheets with each movement.

“Alma,” he gasped, “I’m getting close.”

She pulled off him with a soft pop, stroking him firmly as she looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “So am I,” she admitted. “I want you to come in my mouth, Alan. I want to taste you.”

She wrapped her lips around him once more, sucking harder as she pumped him with her hand. Her own free hand snaked down between her legs, fingers finding her clit as she brought herself closer to the edge.

Alan felt his balls tighten as his climax approached. With a deep groan of her name, he exploded into her mouth. Alma eagerly swallowed, gulping down spurt after spurt of his hot seed as her own orgasm hit.

Her cries of ecstasy were muffled around his cock as she came hard, hips bucking against her stroking fingers. Alan felt her throat constrict as she absorbed his load, her tongue laving his tip until milked him dry.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she pulled away, licking her lips. “Mmm, good morning indeed,” she purred, curling up against his side. “Now, before breakfast gets cold…”

They shared the rest of their food, fingers feeding each other bites of medialuna. The hot chocolate had completely cooled by now, but they didn’t mind. Their hunger had been fully satiated for now, one way or another.

Alma propped her head up on her hand, gazing down at Alan with a contented smile. “So, any plans for the rest of the day?” she asked.

He shrugged, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I was thinking we could go visit my abuela later. She’d love to see you.”

Alma beamed, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I’d love that,” she said. “But first, how about we find other ways to entertain ourselves until then?”

She shifted in bed, suddenly straddling him again. Her hair fell around him like a curtain as she bent down for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. He knew they would be at it again shortly, lost in each other’s bodies for hours. After all, every morning deserves to be a spicy one.