“I’d bend you over right here.”
I do just that. Spin her around so her tits are smashed on the counter. My shirt pulls up, and I’m on my knees behind her. It’s so fast, she only whispers, “Papito,” but stays spread out for me. Like a fucking madman, I’m already pulling her ass cheeks apart. Already diving into the best damn breakfast in the world. For her part, she widens her stance and arches her back.
“Control, Sof. You need someone to take it.”
My hands wrap around her hips and tug her toward me. Angling her off the counter and more bent over. Giving me access to everything.
“You need me to boss you around the same as you love to boss us around.”
My tongue flattens at her clit, then drags through her cunt and ends at her asshole. She smells amazing. More mush and less fresh than last night. More flavoring is what Em and I always say.
It’s the fucking best.
“I’ll do it every time, Sof.”
She wiggles her ass, trying to shift away when my tongue travels the same path. Her skin heats under my touch. I know she wants more. But she’s fighting herself, and I don’t know why.
“You want to give this to me. You want us to take turns with you. Have you stuffed and fucked.”
Her hips still. Her breath seems to stop. She’s fighting herself even more. I won’t let her. I’ll take control and give her what she wants but won’t ask for. I don’t need to hear her words. I know enough to know women don’t always ask for what they want.
“It starts now, baby. Papito knows what you need and want.”
No more words. Just eating.
I give her one more long swipe before latching onto her clit. A small moan escapes her. Her hips start to move again. Her pussy floods with wetness. Everything about this is perfect. The shirt gapes toward the floor. Giving me a perfect view of her tits and hard nipples when I pull away. My thumb drifts toward her pussy, dragging some of her juices to her no-no hole, as Em always calls it.
She wants this. Wants to take turns with us. I saw it last night. I feel it today.
When my tongue stuffs into her pussy, my thumb circles her asshole. It’s tight and puckered. Unwilling to open. That’s fine. We’ll train up her ass to take us. The thought of her wearing a butt plug all day gets my cock blistering hard. My balls pull so tight to my body, they choke the base of my cock.
She mutters in Spanish, something she did a lot last night. I’m going to learn every word of her language to know what she’s saying. I already speak Greek with my parents. How hard can it be to learn another language? But that can wait for now.
The taste of her is all-consuming, and I can’t get enough of it. Sofia’s moans fill the room, a sweet melody that fuels my desire to please her. My tongue works in tandem with my thumb, determined to drink her as my morning protein.
Her body is responding. Her hips grind against my face. Her pussy is absolutely dripping into my mouth. She’s so close, on the edge of ecstasy, and I’m eager to push her over it. Every gasp, every shudder, every whisper spurs me on.
As I continue my oral assault on her, I can’t help but revel in the power I have over her at this moment. The way she so freely gives into me. Her sassy mouth spews her fears about us, but her body readily accepts me. Eagerly welcomes me into her sweet, sweet pussy. I groan loudly, the rumbles setting off a chain reaction. Starting with a scream, she convulses, her asshole pushing out as her pussy clenches around my tongue. She’s coming, and I’m swallowing it all. Savoring the taste and pushing my thumb past her barrier, which has her jumping forward. Away. Something we’ll continue to work on.
Her legs shake, edging onto her tiptoes. My cock nearly bursts in my shorts. Wanting to stand up and shove into her, really make her scream. But I did a good job for now. I’ll feed her, then convince her to stay to really get the whole Dimas experience. Then she’ll never want to leave.
“You taste so damn good, Sof.”
I stand, my cock hurts from not spewing my load all over her. I’d draw my name in cum on her ass cheeks to stake my claim. That would be fucking hot.
My forearm locks around her waist, holding her in place so my cock can at least rub against her wet parts. She’s breathing hard and gripping the counter like her life depends on it. I hold her waiting for her to feel steady on her feet.
“I’ll do that day and night if you let me. You wouldn’t even need to shower after work. The more flavor, the better.”
“Ay, don’t say such things.” Her scold comes out in a breathy heap. She’s back to normal. Stealing back the control of her body so easily relinquished. It’s a brain fuck that I love. “I already feel unclean from last night.”
She leans into my body. Her eyes are looking across the room at nothing.
“Consider this your cleaning then, baby.”
I hold her. She lets me. It’s great. Her curly hair tickles the underside of my chin. Her fat ass is snug against my cock. I’d love to recreate this naked with him stuffed into her asshole and my brother eating out her pussy, or maybe worse, fucking it, but double penetration for someone who’s never done it, takes time. And just by the little sex we’ve had, I know she’s never done that before. Pride and happiness swell my chest that we’ll be the first.
“Because I love a little Latina flavoring.”
