Latino lover

Sun on bare skin. She stretches across the sheets, blonde hair fanned out, when the door opens and he walks in. Dark hair, hungry eyes, already hard. She feels the heat between her legs before he even touches her. He doesn’t wait. He pulls her close, hands sliding over her full breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they tighten. She gasps. He likes the sound. He pushes her down, spreads her thighs, and sinks his tongue between them. She arches. The wet sounds fill the room. Her brunette friend watches from the edge of the bed, fingers between her own legs. He notices. He pulls the blonde up, turns her around, and presses his cock against her ass. She bites her lip. He doesn’t ask. He pushes in. Slow at first, then deeper, until she’s shaking. The stretch burns. She moans anyway. He fucks her ass with steady strokes while her friend leans in and kisses her open mouth. The blonde reaches back, spreads herself wider. He grips her hips harder. Every thrust drives a new sound out of her. Sweat beads on her back. He leans over, bites her shoulder, and keeps going until she comes with a broken cry. He doesn’t stop. He pulls out, slick and throbbing, and slides into her friend next. The brunette moans into the blonde’s neck as he works her open the same way. The blonde watches, touching herself again, already wanting more. He finishes across both of them—thick streaks across full tits and flushed skin. They lick it off each other while he catches his breath. The sun still pours through the window. Nobody’s done yet.