Karla is the definition of a stunning, top-class woman. An absolute Hispanic beauty. Sexy in every way, shape, and form. Long, silky, dark hair. Big, round, brown eyes. Plump, pink lips. Firm, ample breasts. A physique toned and muscular complete with tan lines. And an ass most men would kill to even touch, let alone hold in their hands. It was big, round, bouncy, and felt amazing on my cock. We get home one night after being out on the town, and we're both very drunk. Her more so than me. She almost immediately pulls me into a kiss, but I could tell something was different about this one.
Our first kiss wasn't nearly as euphoric as this one. This one came out of nowhere and was full of lust. Passionate. A desire to make love so strong it was irresistible. We both shed our clothes and toss them on the floor, and feeling her skin against mine brings about a fire within me that can do nothing but burn brighter. The feeling of these silk sheets and the softness of her body is accomplishing nothing but making me more aroused. I thought I couldn't love this woman any more than I already did......until she whispered in my ear.
"I'm wearing the black lace panties you like so much today."
"Are you, now?"
"Mm-hm." She says, breaking the kiss and ending our make-out session rather abruptly.
"Now, why don't you pull away from these lips up here." She taps her lips with her index finger, then makes a downward motion towards her vagina.
"And give some attention to these lips down here. Mi caja de dulces."
"With pleasure."
My hands work their magic and make quick work of getting her panties off. As I slide them off with one hand, I make sure to keep the other one busy by caressing her inner thigh. She's the sensitive type, so she seems to enjoy the gesture, as I can hear her moaning from the warmth of my hand. I start eating her out, drawing circles on her clitoris with my tongue, alternating between inserting both my tongue and fingers inside her. I make an effort to be as gentle as I can, planting soft kisses up and down along her folds now and then as I continue to eat her out.
"Dios mio, si, right there! Don't stop, please!"
She grabs my head and forces it as far between her legs as it will go. I didn't think my tongue could go any deeper. But to both mine and her surprise, it does.
Like a well-oiled machine, my hands, fingers, and tongue all worked in conjunction to bring her delicate flower to climax.
And to climax, she came.
I made her cum over and over again, to the point where her legs shook so violently she'd hit the floor immediately if she tried to stand. I figured she was burned out by now, and couldn't continue anymore. To say I was wrong would be an understatement. I saw desire blazing bright within her eyes, with not a chance of her fire going out. She was hungry for more, and I was oh so willing to deliver.
She whispers in my ear yet again.
"It's not fair if I'm the only one feeling good here, James. Let's get those pants off, papi."
"Your wish is my command."
I do as I'm asked and unbuckle my jeans as quickly as possible. My cock is bulging through my boxers, desperate to be free of its confines. I slide my boxers off very quickly and lay back on the bed, hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum.
