What! Well, that was a new one! My eyes grew wide. So now I need to worry about him eating watermelon?! He thrusted so forcefully, making loud thuds slamming into me. I pleaded,
"Omg, you're going to break my body! Por favor -- no rompa mi cuerpo!"
He nodded. "Come, we go upstairs!" We did. He pushed me onto the bed, flung my legs wide and just ploughed into me again. He bit my shoulders, kissed me, licked me lavishly, over my face, my throat, my tits. All sticky with watermelon juice, I just moaned, struggling with his fierce urgency. He's a runaway train when he's so wild, and though it does scare me a bit, and makes me tremble deep inside, it thrills me. I love being rolled in the churning force of his passion as if I were caught in the turbulence of an ocean wave. Flipping my right leg over his shoulder, he balanced himself on one knee, jamming his cock into me that way. I looked at him, drinking in his beauty, his fine body, his face full of intense desire.
In a voice raspy with heat, he demanded, "Bay-Bay, me amas? Dilo!" (dee-low = say it)
I panted, "Yes! I love you!" A soft groan, and he came. We both relaxed, legs entwined, eyes shut. Perhaps twenty minutes passed and I stirred, as he put one arm across my belly, his fingers playing with me, moving onto and into all my special places, nipples, pussy, bellybutton... pinching, flicking, just being lovingly silly. But it made my heat rise... He lay with his head on a pillow, his other arm behind his neck, eyes closed, lips in a gentle smile. He knew just what was happening to me.
Oh! I felt something against my side -- yes, his cock all stiff - he wasn't done! He lunged onto me again, covering my entire body. He is so solid, so well made, it's like fucking a skin-covered statue! His thighs at my cheeks, he dipped his cock into my mouth. I clasped both my hands around the shaft, sucking, loving every moment.
Then flipping me over, he shoved pillows under my tummy, raising my ass up. On his knees, he went into my anus with that glorious cock of his. I began howling, short gasps, lost in passion, pain and pleasure, as he moved deep and quickly. He couldn't see my face, but my teeth were clenched, my eyes squeezed shut. He reached underneath to my pussy, fingers slipping and sliding, thumb rolling around on my clitoris -- ohh, I was coming now! My whole body jerked forward; I screamed, as he kept pumping fast, faster... and came once more. He released me. I turned over, lifting my mouth for a kiss, and he parted his lips, giving me a long, dreamy one, melting my mind again. We listened to love-songs on his phone. I got very calm, relaxed...
Nuzzling me, he brushed my hair back and pulled a few tiny watermelon seeds from the strands. He chuckled, then went downstairs, totally nude. He got more beer, returned for yet more kisses, and then he had to leave. I lay dizzy, spent, dreaming of him. And watermelon.
