After just finishing season 3 and not being satisfied with the showtime my favorite Latina couple got, I decided to write this story. After showing it to my best friend, she decided that I should add a little something extra to it 'wink, wink' = g!p (Yes we have that kind of friendship) So please, enjoy!
Maritza POV
"Aye mami, just a little faster" I groan as I pushed her head deeper between my legs.
"Damn chula, you're a little horny cabrón" She slyly grinned at me as she looked up, wiping my fluids from her mouth.
The look she had in her eyes just turned me on even more.
"Diablo, I ever tell you how damn sexy you are, Flaca?" I moaned out quite loudly.
Flaca: "Dios mios, Maritza. Unless you want the whole damm prison to know what we're doing, I suggest you stuff that loaf of bread over there in your mouth, cállate la boca, and enjoy your blow job." She half-angrily-half-playfully ordered me to do.
As I reached for the loaf of bread lying on the kitchen counter, Flaca swallowed my bicho whole, grazing it a bit with her teeth.
Me: "Aye coño!" I whimpered, nearing my limit and gripping the counter to the point where my knuckles turned white.
Flaca simply smilled up at me and bobbed her head faster.
You're probably wondering how the hell I, Maritza Ramos, grew an 'extra leg', and ended up receiving a blowjob in the kitchen by my best friend, Flaca, during the Christmas pageant. Well, it all started in this very room...
(Flashback)
Flaca: "Vamos, Daya! Move your hips more!" She yelled to my pregnant manastra as we tried to rehearse our dance moves for the pageant.
Daya: "Dammit, I'm trying!" She yelled back, not quite getting the feel of the dance.
Me: "Really? I thought you were Dominican." I blew out as I rolled my eyes.
I saw Flaca giggle out the corner of my right eye and felt my cheeks burning up.
Daya: "Well, it's hard to Bachata when your damn belly is as big as your tatas" She joked, making all three of us laugh.
Flaca: "Well, you can either let your Puerto Rican sister steal your thunder, or start reppin for your country" She said as she glanced at me and smirked.
I tried to look upset, since Flaca always turned a conversation into a 'DR vs. PR' thing, just to start sh*t between me and Daya, but honestly got distracted by her beautiful plump lips.
Me: "S-shut the f*ck up!" I let out, turning my head as Flaca raised her thin eyebrows at my studder. I mentally slapped myself.
"Always tryna start sh*t between me and Daya" I added.
Flaca: " It's *Daya and I" She replied, grinning in a way that made my heart ache.
Daya: "Alright, one more time!" She shouted, totally oblivious to *Flaca and I's* little exchange.
Flaca: "Let's see what you got then, puta" She replied as she deverted her attention back to Daya, which completely pissed me off.
Ugh, what the hell is wrong with me today!?
Flaca: "And left, right, left, right, side, side, back, together, turn, turn, left, aye! That's it, Ms. Plátano!" I laughed at Flaca's little Dominican joke.
?: "Ladies! Get back to work!" I jumped a bit at the sudden male voice hollering at us. I rolled my eyes when I noticed that it was Daya's man.
Flaca: "Calm down, we're just practicing our moves for the show" She snapped back.
Bennett: "Yeah, well, this kitchen is for cooking, not for dancing." He snapped back in her face. I wanted so badly to punch the cabrón out, but knew better.
Me: "I'll show you cooking" I said with attitude, walking towards the stove. "Daya necesita calmar su novio abajo" I suggested, earning laughs from the other Latinas, including Flaca.
The laughter was cut short as a wall of fire shot out of the stove and caught my leg. The pain was so sudden that I fell to the ground with a screech that proablly resembled El Cuco. As I opened my eyes, I saw Flaca sitting above me, a tearful and worried expression on her face as she clutched my shoulders. She was saying something but I couldn't hear a damn thing she said. My vision blurred as I was surrounded by a white fog. The pain in my leg stopped, and I swear I heard bells clanging in the background.
Was I dying!? Or maybe it was a fire extinguisher?
My questions went unanswered as Flaca's face faded to black and all the noise beside me went quiet.
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Spanish Translations:
Chula = Cute/Player girl | Cabrón = F*cker | Diablo = Damn (Slang) | Dios mios = My God | Cállate la boca = Shut up | Bicho = D*ck | Coño = F*ck | Vamos = Come on | Manastra = Step Sister (Slang) |necesita calmar su novio abajo = needs to calm her boyfriend down | El Cuco = A monster