Passivo afim de ser putinha
In the sweltering heat of a Brazilian summer, a young man named Lucas finds himself in a compromising situation. Desperate for money, he answers an ad on a shady website, eagerly awaiting his first “meeting” with an anonymous man who goes by the username “MasterM”.
As the appointed hour approaches, Lucas’s nerves are on edge. His hands tremble as he accents his body with slutty lingerie, ensuring every curve is enticingly displayed. He takes selfies, uploading them to the hookup site to build anticipation.
Finally, the moment arrives. Lucas greets his mysterious benefactor with a shy smile, leading him to the dimly lit bedroom. MasterM is an imposing figure, his muscular physique clad in tight jeans and a leather jacket. He eyes Lucas hungrily, circling him like a predator scoping out its prey.
“Olá, menino,” MasterM purrs, reaching out to stroke Lucas’s smooth face. “You ready to be my putinha tonight?”
Lucas swallows hard, his cock already stiffening beneath his tight panties. “S-sim, Mestre,” he stammers, warned by MasterM’s dominating gaze.
The older man takes charge without hesitation. “Assume the position on the bed,” he commands. Lucas quickly complies, kneeling on the mattress with his ass raised high, back arched submissively. MasterM pulls out a blindfold and secures it over Lucas’s eyes.
Now completely at his mercy, Lucas whimpers in anticipation, heart pounding. The room feels icy without his sight, the sounds amplified – shuffling footsteps, a belt buckle clinking, another zipper sliding down. Lucas shudders, already slick with sweat.
MasterM runs his large hands over Lucas’s curves, teasing out moans with his touch. He presses his mouth to the soft skin of Lucas’s neck, biting and sucking, painting it with love bites. Lucas squirms and gasps.
“What a dirty little putinha,” MasterM growls in Lucas’s ear. “Loves getting filled and used, doesn’t he?”
The naked desperation in Lucas’s mewling confirmation is answer enough. MasterM chuckles darkly.
As promised, MasterM fills Lucas to the brim, long and hard and ruthless. Lucas cries out from the force of it, the exquisite stretch around his thick cock. The merciless pummeling of his prostate makes Lucas see stars behind the blindfold.
“Dirty little cum slut,” MasterM taunts, words laced with vulgar praise. “Gonna milk you dry, menino, fill this eager cunt with my seed.”
Lucas sobs, a damp spot forming on the sheets under his hips from the way MasterM pounds into him. It slides out easier, slick and filthy and perfect. Each thrust meets a desperate moan, each kiss a frantic, messy grind of muscle.
The darkness behind Lucas’s lids flares molten with ecstasy. Pride burns into a lick of fire under his skin as MasterM’s deep rhythm quickens. Pleasure clenches in Lucas’s core, his own shaft drooling between his legs, untouched.
“Ahhhn,por favor,” Lucas mewls, voice ragged with need. “Please please please, I want to -”
MasterM chuckles, breathy and throaty against Lucas’s lips. His grips tighten on Lucas’s hips, each savage thrust striking Lucas’s sweet spot. Resistance shatters and Lucas shrieks, coming untouched in the hottest, sluttiest orgasm of his life.
White-hot ecstasy sears Lucas’s veins as MasterM floods his hole, claiming him thoroughly. They collapse in a heavy tangle, panting and satisfied. MasterM pulls off the blindfold, dark eyes glinting in the low light.
“Putinha,” he gropes Lucas’s sticky brick, thrusting lazy strokes inside the loose, fucked-out hole. “You take cock so good, menino.” He presses a surprisingly tender kiss to Lucas’s sweaty temple, sloshing their releases inside Lucas. “We’re gonna make some good money together.”
Lucas flushes hot, busting with pride and rapturous happiness at the praise. This is just the beginning of a profitable arrangement, one that satisfies both his carnal needs and his wallet. Anticipation hums under his skin as he nestles into MasterM’s comforting arms, drifting toward languid afterglow and sweet dreams.
For now, Lucas is content, a putinha with a very bright future.
