WAKE ME UP AND FUCK ME pt2

The sultry Latina temptress sauntered into the dimly lit bedroom, the click of her stilettos against the hardwood floor echoing through the still night air. She was a vision of sheer femininity, her voluptuous curves barely contained by the skimpy lace lingerie clinging to her bronzed skin. Full, round breasts threatened to spill out of the low-cut corset, their peaks already stiff with anticipation. The tiny G-string struggled to cover the lush mound at the juncture of her thick thighs, the flimsy fabric disappearing between her plump cheeks.

Her dark hair tumbled in loose curls down her back, a stark contrast to the creamy paleness of the extensive tattoo snaking up her left arm. The intricate design was a map of her naughty side, an unspoken promise of the depraved delights contained within her lush body.

Trailing a perfectly manicured finger along the comforter, she approached the bed where her unsuspecting victim lay, fast asleep and blissfully unaware of the sordid fate that awaited him. A wicked grin spread across her full, glossy lips as she drank in the sight of his chiseled physique, still clad in a t-shirt and boxers. She would rectify that soon enough.

With a cat-like grace, she crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid and purposeful. Her perfume, a heady blend of exotic flowers and sin, filled the air, the sweet scent mingling with the musk of their impending coupling. She settled her ample bottom between his splayed legs, the heat of her core already dampening the thin COTTON covering his erection.

Lifting the tank top up and over her head, she exposed the full glory of her feminine charms, her pert nipples rigid with desire. She wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that bordered on疯ness.

Bracing her hands on his firm chest, she ground her hips against his, his growing arousal evident even through the fabric of his boxers. His eyes fluttered open, his gaze instantly drawn to the feast laid out before them. Shock and then hunger clouded his eyes as he drinking in the sight of her voluptuous body, his own arousal straining against the confines of his boxers.

“Buenos dias, sleeping beauty,” she purred, her voice a sexy rasp. “I think it’s time someone woke you up with a very ‘special’ kind of buena suerte.” Her tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her full bottom lip.

With a sinful giggle, she leaned down, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat, her teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. She could feel the rumble of his groan against her lips, the sound shooting straight to her core.

Her hands slid down his chest,/provider’s fingers tracing the ridges of his abdomen before settling on the waistband of his boxers. With a deft tug, she divested him of the offending garment, his erection springing free, jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him from root to tip, smearing the pearl of moisture that beaded at the tip with her thumb.

“Mmmm, me gustas,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “I can’t wait to ride you until we both reach our peak.” Her hips undulated sensuously, the damp G-string now clinging to her swollen folds.

With a deft move, she straddled his hips, her slick heat hovering agonizingly mere inches from his throbbing member. She reached between them, guiding the broad head of his cock to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down, impaling herself on his throbbing shaft.

A low, keening moan escaped her lips as she stretched to accommodate his impressive girth, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around him. She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a sensual rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each tilt and thrust.

His hands gripped her round bottom, squeezing the plump, yielding mounds as he thrust upwards, driving his cock even deeper into her welcoming heat. She reveled in the feel of him, every hard ridge and pulsing vein razor-sharp against her nerve-endings, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her core.

But she needed more, craved the fire that could only be satiated by a rougher, harder coupling. Throwing her head back, she ground her hips against him, her clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvic bone with each pass. He obliged her silent plea, his hips pistoning upwards in a frenzied pace, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air.

Their coupling grew more frantic, more desperate. She could feel the approaching wave of ecstasy, the tightening coil deep in her belly threatening to snap at any moment. With a loud, keening wail, she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in a crippling, mind-numbing rush. Her inner muscles spasmed, clenching around him like a velvet fist as she milked his cock for all it was worth.

With a deep, guttural groan, he followed her over the edge, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his seed deep into her welcoming heat. She collapsed against his chest, utterly spent, her sweaty skin glistening in the muted light.

As the initial afterglow faded, she lifted her head, her dark, fathomless eyes meeting his. A slow, lazy grin spread across her face as she regaled the events of their early morning tryst, her voice a seductive purr.

“You know, I’ve always found those wake-up calls so… unsatisfying.” Her soft lips curved upwards, her eyes glinting with mischief and sin. “But this?” She rocked her hips, settling his still semi-hard cock deeper into her well-used passage. “Buenos diassss.”