CH1: Where we are now.
"AY! AY! AY!"
The woman's passionate and lustful screams filled the entirety of the motel room. She was kneeling on the right side of the bed, the long black heels on her blazing red stilettos floating upwards and her face and breast resting against the mattress. Her hands tightly gripping the sheets, overwhelmed with pleasure. Beside her was her partner, also kneeled on the edge of the bed but facing the opposite direction.
While he was completely naked, she only had a shiny pair of red high heel shoes and stockings that went above her knees. His left hand firmly held her right buttock while his right hand played her engorged clit like a fiddle, alternating between gentle counter clockwise moves and caressing her g-spot with two fingers inside her pussy.
"AY! MI DIOS!" she screamed again in sweet agony, while her partner slowly drive her to extasis. Her howls in another language became unintelligible moans when he stepped down from bedand kneeled on the ground while still stimulating her g-spot and, letting go of the firm grip on her ass, started to energetically rub her clitoris while simultaneously his tongue feasted on her asshole.
No doubt her two previous orgasms had left her really wet already but her constant stimulation now send her way over the edge: in the middle of moans and sweat, her whole body tensed and she started to squirt while she cum one more time. Right away he noticed the abrupt wetness on his chin and the way she was squeezing his fingers inside her, so he pulled them out and stop eating her asshole to concentrate solely on rubbing her clit. This drive her even more mad with lust, if such a thing was still possible.
The room was dimly illuminated by the neon lights of the outside sign that filtered through the curtains and a weak light that managed to escape through the slightly open bathroom door. On the other side of the bed there was a wall to wall closet (wall to bathroom door, actually) which doors were covered in mirror. In spite of the lack of illumination, she could see herself wildly orgasming, her dark smooth hair a complete mess, the lipstick on her wide lips even worse. Her pussy was still clenching and squirting and during the whole ordeal he never stopped stimulating her clit.
"Ay dios mio Luke, please, give it to me! POR FAVOR!" She howled with almost desperation. Through the mirror she watched as the boy behind her stood up. She could see the outline of his body marked by the backlight: slightly above 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and well defined pecs with a flat stomach (and a hint of worked up abs), you could tell this 20-something boy taked good care of his appearance. His dark brown hair was razor thin on the sides of his head and short but curly on top. His chest was hairless, but you could tell he waxed as his arms were slightly hairy.
He stood there for a second, gently strocking his fully erected penis (completely shave all around), as if figuring out what to do. She softly bit her lower lip when she catched a glimpse of his 8" tool, all red, veiny and hard. She loved the length, she loved how he used it, but most of all she loved the shape of the glans and his girth.
When their eyes meeted each other in the mirror, he sprung into action: Helding her by her lower waist, he helped her feet out of bed. Now she was standing on the floor next to the bed, her torso now rested on her elbows and her ass pointed upwards.
He loved to have her this way: Her long legs displayed in all their splendor accentuated ever more because of her brightly red 5" high heels, her breast so massive that still touched the bed even though she was now resting on her elbows. He softly taped the entrance of her pussy twice with his dick and the third time he pushed it in a little (not too much, mind you) letting almost half of his glans in, before retreating again. She was outrageously wet.
"AAAAAAY! PLEASE!" She let out a long moan before begging again.
"Whatever you want, Gloria." He spoke, before grabbing her waist again with both hands and entering her without any sort of restraint (or condom, for that matter). His lubricated glans slide inside her with no resistance at all, like she was solely made of water. The rest of his fat penis didn't find any troubling following course.
"This is not a boy…" she tought to herself "…this is a man, MI HOMBRE!"
Once again there were no more words, just savage noises of pleasure as the boy, no, the man, was roughly fucking her for all that she was worth. Not five strokes were given, when he noticed her head was now low and looking into the mattress. This was unacceptable for Luke, who took one hand from her waist and into the hair on the back of her head and pulled, forcing her head up. The small amount of strenght Luke needed to apply to rise her head and the way her eyes fixiated on his on the mirror, gave him the idea that she really loved to be taken like this.
She wasn't exactly sure how long he continued to fuck her like this, but she remembered cumming once more before she felt his dick go super rock-hard while completely burried inside her. She remember how he started cumming inside her with no barrier of any kind between his trembling hard dick and her womb. Couple of years before that would have scared her to death.
They lay down in bed spooning and when something other than the waves of pleasure started to matter to her again, all Gloria can think about was "How the heck did this happen AGAIN?"