Chapter Five: Part One
The London rain just wouldn't quit.
You woke up from a comfortable dream about--well, you already forgot. The room was pitch black and rather warm. Just then you felt a thick slurp on your cock head. Ana rolled your balmy nuts around in her palm, just humongous and beefy, and slathered you in a lengthy trek along the stalk.
You slipped your hands behind your head and let out a sigh. The sweet, wet mess of her mouth caressed your veins down to the eggs with a thick gulp in the silent room. Her hair started to tickle your belly and it popped out with a squish.
She wrangled the beast back to her soft pillows, peppering it with smooches until she became hungry again, devouring it whole. Only real wives wake up and start sucking it in the middle of the night; that was your immediate thought, anyway.
You tried to relax but Ana kept your toes curled with slow bobs, hair dragging about to massage her man's big dick with gooey throat contractions that quickly started hauling fluid from the tip. It was tight, but she knew the way to caress the entire thing with love and little resistance.
After a while, her back heaved and you splooshed out into her palm, slop being jerked around and sliding down your fat balls. The vacuum took you deep into her neck again, her nose thumping on your inner groin until it was released to the air. Suddenly, she spit a heavy glob of spit onto the aching head, jacking you off with both hands.
"Quiero hacerlo a cuatro patas," she whispered, sucking the tip.
"Bend over then," you said, quickly getting to your knees.
You found her thighs and quickly roamed to push her face first into the pillows. She was silky smooth and the warmth under your fingertips brought another rush to the head, prodding her thong panties.
"Hazme el amor."
You always made love to her, but you understood what she meant and peeled them over to the side, caressing her sweet juicy ass with strong, exaggerated kneading. It fell into place and you reached in for a big handful of silk, pulling her back until your bicep was fiexed tight and those yummy Cuban cheeks rounded up on your waist. Her moans hardened it, giving that extra stretch on her taxed pussy; that always hit your ego like a shot of heroin. You loved impaling her into a stupor.
She was let go and you went for the dainty wrists, keeping them taut at your sides and slowly rowing her across the girthy trunk. She wasn't talking much. The dick was too good; par for the course. Just moans. Long, fulfilled moans towards the sheets from deep, broad insertions that made her tremble. Pussy was wetter than ever. Exquisite. Creamy. Gushy slurps from dragging lips. That sustained whine was inevitable from being pumped by something so massive.
You took her by the waist, the darkness still keeping her from being even the slightest silhouette. It was just delicious music from her ragged breaths and drippy peach. You added your own rhythmic flair, briskly smacking your saggy plums up into her smooth groin. Your hips hit with thuds, harder each time until you kept a steady piston burst on her bouncy cheeks. Ana was muffled in cotton, hollering at the top of the lungs and pleading for more like the hot slut she was.
You panicked at the slip of her sweaty knees and latched onto the headboard. With a laugh, she had you in her hand, guiding you back to her heavenly embrace. Back to plowing her innards with powerful slams and clapping her soft-honey buns, you were already past the point and your behemoth started flooding the angel's chamber in a bath of thick nut. You pumped, squirted and slammed it down, squirting and repeating until leaving the dick in the sleeve, draining it all out.
Ana slowly popped her head out and she was snatched with a whine.
"I'm not done."
"Sí, papi. Follemos, mi amor."
***
You woke up with the sun peeping through the blinds to the balcony door. One leg out from the blanket, naked, cock pointing towards the ceiling and Ana nowhere to be found. She was at the studio meeting.
Phone grabbed from the table, you didn't see any messages from her but three notifications were there. All of them from Alexandra Daddario. You figured this would come up as you couldn't remember if you notified all of your clients about hitting up London for a while.
"What's up, big guy?"
"Hit me up to reschedule."
"You're really going to keep your favorite client in the dark?"
You typed out that you were sorry about not informing her and felt a snooze coming back on. Before you could fall out, it buzzed, Alex asking if you were busy. You looked around and realized Ana was out for the whole day; really, you had absolutely nothing to do. Once she knew, the video call popped up. You weren't ready for it, but whatever.
"Little past your bedtime, isn't it?"
She situated the phone in front of her, revealing heavy tits inside a loose fitting lace singlet. Then she pulled up a book, some romance drama, and showed it off.
"Can't sleep, so I'm reading, thank you very much--and you look like you're not even out of bed. Bum."
"Agenda is very light today."
"With a client out there?"
"Yep."
"Do I know her?"
"Not sure. Doesn't matter."
"That's fair--you fucking her?"
"Alex, c'mon now."
"What!" she blurted out, disgustedly surprised.
"You left my house with a big ben clock in your shorts and now you're in London naked in a hotel. I'm not dumb, my guy--just saying, you left me and didn't even offer some fun." She cocked her head and smiled, waiting for your comeback.
"Yeah, it does appear that way, huh."
"Ha. So you are naked, then," she grinned, enthusiastically flipping the page of her book. "Noted, baby. Noted."
The camera went up and over her shoulder to give you a glimpse of her pert round bottom sticking out of the short lace.
