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Carmela Robles fumbled through the many keys in her key ring as she precariously balanced two bags of groceries on her lap, until she found the correct key that would unlock her front door. Impatiently, the twenty-one year old jabbed the key into the deadbolt, then turned it and shoved open the door, scurrying inside with her groceries before the door bounced off the foyer wall and shut itself behind her. As the door slammed shut, she cursed under her breath as she remembered her keys were still stuck on the deadbolt, then stomped through the small foyer and across the living room on her route to the kitchen table. Once she’d dropped off the two bags, including depositing the two gallons of milk into the fridge, she made her way back to retrieve her keys.

The water was running upstairs, she noticed, glancing at her watch to verify the time. It was a quarter past one, still too early for Frankie, her husband, to come home and pick up his lunch before he went out for his second job. Perhaps he’d gotten an early out from the restaurant, she figured, wondering if they might have time for a quickie once he got out of the shower, before he went out on the road again. Even as the words ran across her head, she frowned. Frankie wouldn’t take the time out of his busy schedule for her, she knew, he’d just pick up his customary turkey sandwich, bag of chips and cold soda, and wave goodbye like he always did. He’d be in the house for eight minutes, tops, before the front door would close and she’d be left all alone, just like always.

Well, maybe, since he was home early, Carmela could convince him otherwise. Once she’d retrieved her keys, she hurried back into the kitchen and raided the refrigerator, taking out the turkey, the mayo, the cheese, and arranging it on the faux marble counter. After tossing the loaf of wheat bread next to the items, she brought out the butter knife and got down to business. Making short work of the sandwich, she reached into an overhead cabinet for a bag of hot chips, then grabbed a cold cola from the fridge, and packed the entire meal into a small brown bag. Content with herself, Carmela set the lunch on the table, then trotted up the small flight of stairs that led up to the second level.

If she got herself ready, she calculated, he wouldn’t be able to resist her advances. And as hot and bothered as she was feeling, she was not about to let him leave without a good tumble between the sheets.

First, she removed her earrings and set them on the nightstand, then she unclipped and freed her dark and curly hair so that it hung down to her shoulders. Pouncing on the luxurious king size bed, she kicked off her sneakers and socks, quickly unbuttoning her pink blouse and revealing her skimpy red bra and enticing B cup cleavage. Finally, Carmela zipped open her blue jeans, discarding them on floor next to the rest of her clothing.

Clad now only in her bra and thong panties, the dark skinned beauty strut herself over to the full length mirrors that served as her closet doors, and casually admired her lean figure in their reflective eyes. Three intense workouts a week had given her the body most women envied. Her shoulders were strong, yet feminine and rounded, her waist deliciously thin, and her legs toned and shapely. Turning away from the glass, her gaze approvingly ran down the small of her back and to her tight butt. Men flirted with her all day, she recalled, from the leering pervs at her workplace, to the casual Joes’ she bumped into at the post office or bank, or pretty much wherever she went.

If only her husband Frankie would give her even a fraction of that attention, she lamented. Things hadn’t been the same for the last few months, ever since he’d gone out and gotten that second job at the stupid auto detail place. Now, she spent most of her evenings alone at home watching some stupid reality show, or at the gym taking her frustrations out on the exercise bikes or the aerobics floor.

With their conflicting schedules, she barely even saw Frankie nowadays, let alone get him in bed, and it had been over two weeks now since the last time they’d slept together, (even then, he’d been too tired to do anything). Out of desperation, she was reduced to this, trying to seduce her own husband in her own home.

Hearing the water shut off, Carmela hurried over to the bed and tossed aside the covers, then slid over the silk sheets and onto her side. One hand propped her head up, her other arm lay casually draped over her waist, and one leg was enticingly raised and drawn away from the other, a pose that was sure to draw the overworked Frankie’s attention quickly and completely to the single purpose that had blossomed in Carmela’s mind. She wasn’t going to let him out the door, she resolved, until she’d had her way with him. And if he was late to his second job, screw it and his uptight boss.

The knob on the bathroom door turned, and the door began to swing open.

“I’ve been waiting for you, baby.” Carmela purred in her sexiest voice.

But the man who stepped out of the bathroom wasn’t her husband. It was her nineteen year old brother-in-law Pablo Junior. He was wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist, and in shock, Carmela could do little more than gawk at his lean frame, taking in his chiseled shoulders and chest, and briefly wondering at the parts of him now under wraps.

Apparently, Junior was just as surprised as she was. “Oh, shit.” He cursed, taking a step back towards the bathroom. “I didn’t think anybody’d be home until later!”

The words spurred Carmela into action, and she quickly reached out to pull the covers over her exposed self. “What the hell are you doing in here?! I should call the police!” She grabbed the phone from the cradle on the nightstand.

“No, wait!” Junior held his hands out to plead. “I can explain!”

“Explain that you broke into my house?” Carmela snapped.

“Can you hear me out?”

“Go ahead, I’m listening!”

Junior seemed to be groping for words. “I, uh, I just got out of jail yesterday. I went to my sister’s house last night, but we got into this big fight, and…”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Look, she kicked me out of her place, and it was pretty late, after most of the buses stopped running.” Junior explained. “I had nowhere else to go, so I spent the night sleeping on a park bench, and my clothes got all dirty.”

“They should have kept you locked up!”

“Can you let me finish? This morning, I cashed my prison check and got a bus ride down here, but I didn’t want to go home, smelling like a bum. So, I came here, hoping that I could take a quick shower and borrow some of Frankie’s clothes for a couple of days.”

“And you think it’s okay to just break into somebody’s house and…”

Junior held his hand out to halt her. “I waited outside for a couple of hours, but nobody showed up. I figured I could come inside, take a shower and change in like half and hour, then leave Frankie a note.”

“Yeah, sure you would.”

“Why are you hating on me like that? It’s the truth.”

Just then, Carmela heard the recognizable car horn outside. “Oh, shit!” She cursed, tossing the covers aside and jumping off the bed. “That’s Frankie! He can’t see the both of us dressed like this, he’ll go apeshit! You have to hide!”

“Hide? Why should I?”

“Look, he already thinks I’m screwing around behind his back!” She hastily explained. “Hide somewhere! Anywhere! Go in the closet, on my side. He’ll never think to look there.”

“Frankie’ll understand. He’s my brother.”

Nearly frantic, Carmela had no alternative but to push Pablo back and into the open closet. “Come on, he’ll be inside in a few seconds!” Her hands were on her brother-in-law’s still wet chest, and as she looked up at his face, she noticed that he was busy admiring her curves. Remembering that she was only clad in her red bra and underwear, Carmela shoved him aside, then began rummaging through her clothes for the nearest robe.

“Nice tan.” Pablo commented, reaching out and cupping her butt with his hand.

“How dare you?!” Carmela hissed through her gritted teeth, swatting away at the offending limb with her free hand. “You are such an asshole!” Viciously, she snatched at her cotton bathrobe, snapping the plastic hanger in two. “Now, stay in here and don’t make a sound!” She stepped back, glared at him a few moments, then stalked down the stairs while fumbling to get the robe in place. Just as she secured the robe around her waist, the front door swung open.

Frankie stepped in, looking even more glum than usual. “Hey.” He said casually, upon spotting his wife at the foot of the stairs. “What’s going on?”

Carmela shook her head. “Nothing. I was just about to take a bath.”

Frankie walked past her on the way to the kitchen. “You got my lunch ready?” Before Carmela could even answer, he was already out of sight.

“Oh, good.” He called out. “Hey, can you run upstairs and get my white sneakers? All I’ve got is my black dress shoes, and I don’t want to use them to run all over the detail place.”

“Sure.” Carmela replied in resignation. Here she was, nearly naked under the bathrobe, and her husband hadn’t even noticed her

“I’ll be in the downstairs bathroom taking a shit.”

“Great. I really needed to know that.” Carmela called back, turning and slowly treading her way back upstairs. This game was getting old, she thought to herself. No wonder she ended up cheating on him every now and then. Upon reaching the closet, she slid open the door to check on Pablo Junior. “Get out.” She motioned him.

Pablo stepped out quietly. “Where’s Frankie?”

“Taking a shit.” She replied sarcastically, sliding the closet doors the other way. She bent down on one knee to scrutinize his footwear collection. “He’ll be in there like fifteen minutes. He always is.”

Cautiously, Pablo Junior stepped out of the bedroom and made his way down the narrow hallway, reaching a small entertainment niche with a balcony overlooking the living room below. He sneakily peered over the stucco edge.

“Where the hell are you?” Carmela’s voice called out. A second later, she rounded the corner. “Get back into the closet! I mean it!”

Still clad only in the moist towel, Pablo raised his arms in a defensive gesture. “Okay, don’t go all crazy on me.”

“Move it!” She whispered out loud.

“Hey, Carmela,” Frankie’s voice shouted out. “Did you find my sneakers?”

“No, they weren’t in the closet.” She called back.

“Try under the bed. I think I stashed them there after the last time we went to the park.” He replied, followed quickly by the sound of the bathroom door shutting.

Carmela followed Pablo back into the bedroom, where he stepped aside to allow her to approach the bed. With growing impatience, Carmela dropped to her knees and bent forward to lift the blanket.

“Nice view.” Pablo teased.

Carmela shot him a menacing look. “Will you get back into the closet, you jerk?” She returned to her task, finding the elusive sneakers to be several feet away from the edge. “How in the hell did these shoes get all the way over there?” She reached in, finding that she had to stretch awkwardly to fetch them, and only then realized that her robe wasn’t very long, and was probably riding up around the middle of her back by then. Her ass and legs were totally exposed for her ogling brother-in-law to stare at. Quickly, she grabbed the sneakers and straightened up, still kneeling, and used her free hand to pull her robe down and cover her lower half. Pablo’s resultant grin told her he’d seen plenty.

“What are you smiling at, you pig?” She reached out to shove him back, her hand lashing out and inadvertently landing smack dab in the middle of the young man’s abdomen, where there was soon no doubt in her mind that he was sporting a good size boner.

“Not on a first date.” Pablo playfully shook his head.

“Shut up, and get back in the closet.” She scolded, withdrawing her arm and adjusting her body to face him. It was only then that she took a good look at him. He was handsome, in a rough sort of way, with rich brown eyes and short black hair. While he wasn’t exactly bulging with muscles, he did have clear definition on his arms and shoulders, and his abdomen displayed a tight six-pack. Her gaze reached the area covered by the towel, and rested briefly on the pronounced bulge hidden behind it. Before he could stop her, and before she could stop herself, she reached out and snatched the towel away.

“Shit!” Instinctively, Pablo covered his privates with his hands and stepped back. “What’d you do that for?”

“Weren’t you just teasing me a minute ago?” Carmela asked, slapping away at his hands. “Let me see it!” Finally, she forced his hands away and started scrutinizing his erect member. It must have been seven inches long, she estimated, a little bit longer and thicker than her husband’s. The foreskin puckered up just past the hidden head, and with her eyes she studied the soft and velvety skin on the shaft, following it all the way back to the small bush of pubic hairs on his rigid abdomen.

And Frankie was downstairs taking a shit.

“What about my brother?” Pablo looked down at her, his voice sounding nervous, but his hard prick betraying his excited state.

“Fuck him.” Carmela’s face loomed closer, and she let out a quick squeal when the cock twitched in her direction. Her hands reached out to clasp around Pablo’s calves, sliding themselves upwards past his athletic thighs and finally coming to rest on his tight ass. Glancing towards his face, Carmela found that Pablo had lifted his head up and towards the ceiling. He probably had his eyes closed, too.

“I don’t want any trouble.” He said, half whispering, half moaning the words. “I’ve had enough trouble already, believe me.”

Carmela’s response was to bring her hands around his waist and to encircle his member at the base, lowering the long prick until it was level with her mouth. Her tongue flashed out like a serpent’s, flicking at the head repeatedly, then lightly drawing back at the protective foreskin. When Pablo’s hands reached out to grab her by the back of her head, she parted her lips and allowed the silky head to slip inside, halting herself halfway down the shaft and allowing her saliva to moisten the meaty intruder. Gently, she sucked away at his cock, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around it as she glazed over the short length, taking brief pauses to attack the head with her tongue. Feeling Pablo’s hands tighten around her hair, she pulled more of the shaft into her mouth, sliding her tongue around its curves and drawing back until it was just about to fall away, then swallowing it again. She could get the entire thing inside, she thought, raising herself a little, then slowly taking in its length until she could feel the head probing around in her throat. A quick adjustment to her neck, and the hard cock slithered even further in, and soon her lips found themselves nuzzling up against the thick curls of his pubic hair.

Carmela’s throat threatened to gag, causing her to pull away a few inches, but once the convulsion faded, she sucked him in again, feeling the prick throb inside her mouth even as Pablo’s fingers tightened around her hair.

“Oh, baby.” He groaned, his body tensing from the erotic pleasure.

He was going to cum alright, Carmela realized. Sliding the wet tool from her mouth, she started stroking it up and down, keeping it erect and exposing Pablo’s balls. She leaned forward, teasing at the large sack with her tongue, vacuuming one of his testicles into her mouth. As she rolled it around and softly probed it with her tongue, she increased the tempo of her strokes, hearing Pablo’s voice rising and feeling his grip start to yank painfully at her hair. Suddenly, the cock began trembling and spurting love juice all over the place, draping hot goo on her face and shoulders. Her stroking hand kept jacking him off, however, until Pablo was groaning and quivering, and he himself took the spent member out of her grip.

“Oh, damn.” He said, his voice still shaky. “I don’t know why you just did that, but…”

“Shut up, already.” Carmela ordered him, once again drawing nearer to his cock. She took him in her mouth, gently rolling his flaccid length around with her tongue, and licking away at the sweet and sticky semen that still clung to his member.

Pablo could only gape down at her, until her explicit caresses brought about more moans from his mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

Carmela’s hands reached upwards, her fingers playing across his sculpted stomach muscles and rubbing against his strong chest. Her mouth kept massaging his limp cock, as if trying to will the beast back to life.

They both heard the sound of the toilet flushing downstairs.

“Damn it!” Carmela snapped, pushing Pablo back and hurrying over to the vanity mirror. “He’ll be out any second.” She gazed briefly at her unkempt reflection, then grabbed the edge of her bathrobe and began wiping away the jizz from her face. “It’s all over my hair, you asshole!” Frantically, she tried to yank the robe higher, then, seeing no other alternative, she untied it and pulled it off, eventually balling it up and rubbing the cloth vigorously around her head.

“Hey, honey?” Frankie shouted from downstairs. “Did you find the sneakers? And where’s the remote control?”

“Be right there.” Carmela replied casually, tossing the robe towards a far corner of the room. Clad only in her underwear now, she brazenly doubled over to snatch up the pair of shoes, carelessly stepping past Pablo and hurrying down the short hall leading to the overlook. “Now, what did you say?”

“I said, where is the remote?” Frankie repeated, tossing aside a couple of couch pillows. Finally, he turned to look up at her with his hands on his hips. “I see it. You must have kicked it under the couch again. How many times have I told you, when you finish watching TV, put the damn thing on the coffee table? Is that such a complicated thing to do?”

“What do you need it for, anyway?” Carmela replied impatiently, struggling to keep her voice steady. A second later, the pair of shoes left her grip and landed with a loud splat on the ceramic tile.

Ignoring the action, Frankie retrieved the control, then clicked on the television and began cycling through the channels.

With his attention on the TV, Carmela stole a quick glance behind her, shocked to see Pablo standing just outside her bedroom, still fully naked and sporting a wide smirk on his face. She waved behind her back furiously, hoping he would get the hint and make himself scarce until Frankie left. “Get back in there!” She whispered.

“Dammitt!” Frankie cursed, forcing Carmela’s attention back to the living room.

“Frankie, what are you doing?” Carmela asked sweetly. “Aren’t you supposed to be going to work right now?”

“I’m trying to find out what time the Jacksonville game starts.” Frankie replied, totally absorbed in the numbers on the screen. “I’ve got fifty bucks riding on that one.” He looked up at her for a second, then did a double take when he noticed her robe was gone. “You know, you shouldn’t be walking around the house like that. What if somebody can see you from outside?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, all the curtains are closed.” Carmela rolled her eyes. “I could walk around naked all day, and nobody will notice. Nobody will even care.”

Suspecting that the comment was somehow directed at him, Frankie again shot a glance at his wife. A second later, he wordlessly turned back towards the TV.

By this time, Carmela was getting a tad impatient. It was bad enough that Frankie refused to give her any attention, and that just a few feet behind her, stood somebody who undoubtedly would, if only she could get her husband to leave the apartment. “But won’t you be late for your second job?”

With visible irritation, Frankie looked up. “I’ve got ten full minutes before I have to get on the road. Are you trying to get rid of me, or what?”

“No, of course not!” Carmela protested, a little too loudly. “I just don’t want you to get into any trouble. You know how your boss is.”

“My boss is an asshole.” Frankie’d raised the volume on the sports news, and was now watching some of the previous day’s highlights. “Did I tell you that Hairy Jerry was going to kick his ass the other day?”

Carmela was about to answer, when she felt a pair of hands gently caress her ass. She glanced back, surprised to find Pablo crouched behind her, and still sporting that same foolhardy grin on his face. “Get the fuck out of here!” She whispered angrily.

“What was that?” Frankie asked.

“Oh, I said, what happened?” Carmela asked, kicking back sharply with her heel. “You mean that old man with the heavy beard?”

“Yeah, that’s Hairy Jerry alright.” Frankie nodded, still staring at the TV, where a truck commercial had just come on. “Crusty old Miguel told Jerry not to take any shop towels home, and Jerry denied he’d ever taken anything–”

Carmela forced away Pablo’s inquiring hands, hoping he would get the message and retreat. A brief look behind her revealed that her brother-in-law had simply dropped down onto his knees.

“–could see the towels laying on the back seat of Jerry’s stationwagon. So–”

Pablo’s hands reached up her lean thighs, pausing and investigating their insides, then again worked themselves up to her tight butt, and began kneading and groping her ass cheeks. In spite of the situation, Carmela felt herself getting turned on.

“–and Jerry said he’d been set up, that somebody else had placed–”

One daring hand reached in between her legs, rubbing and circling as it went, and with a long and sensual sigh, Carmela quietly spread her legs and leaned forward on the ledge of the balcony. The hand found her sweet spot immediately, cupping her excited mound and making her fear she’d cum into her panties. The fingers continued their exploration, drawing forward over her pussy, then back around her ass.

“–Jerry said, ‘Put your dukes up!’, and Miguel, well, he didn’t know what–”

Pablo’s hand quietly crept under the elastic of her panties, and in expectation, in ecstasy, Carmela closed her eyes.

“Are you even listening to me?” Frankie looked up at her. “You’re not even looking at me. It’s like you’re somewhere else!”

Carmela’s mouth was hanging open, and she quickly tried to remember what her husband was saying. “Of course I am!”

“Why do I even bother to talk to you?

“I said, I’m listening.” Carmela repeated, feeling a series of quick tugs pull at her sides, and with each tug, her thong panties slipped down a few inches. “They both got in a fight over some stupid shop towels?”

“No, no, no.” Frankie was clearly irritated, but the sports show had started up again. “I said, they almost got into a fight. We broke it up before it got serious, but those guys haven’t talked to each other since.”

Carmela’s underwear was by now down to her ankles, and it felt so good to have the air swirling around her legs, and to have Pablo teasing her while her husband stood just a few yards below and totally unaware, as always, of what was going on. Her brother-in-law’s hands returned to the exploration of her legs, enticingly sliding up and down their length. They found their way to the edges of her butt, tracing the soft curve of her flesh and bringing both soft shudders and goose pimples to her flesh, then working their way towards her moist middle, where they grazed past and tickled at the short hairs which outlined her private entrance. One brazen finger crept in, swirling around her love hole like a boat caught in a whirlpool, then plunging into her with a swift accuracy that forced a sharp gasp from her throat.

Oblivious, Frankie waved at her to be quiet. “Hold on, they’re talking about the game.”

The long finger poked and slid about, and with her teeth clenched tightly to prevent any further sounds from exiting, Carmela slowly undulated backwards, arching her ass against the invading digit, while Pablo’s other hand caressed the length of her leg.

“Shit, the game’s going to start at five, not at three like I thought. ” She heard Frankie complaining from the first level. “Now, what’d you say?”

“You said the game was starting later,” She thought quickly. “Does that mean you’ll be coming home late?”

Frankie shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I might.”

“But I really wanted to spend some time with you.” Carmela explained. “I hardly ever see you now, with you working every day of the week now.”

Frankie returned his attention towards the screen. “Well, if you hadn’t maxed out your credit cards, I wouldn’t need to be working two jobs, would I?”

Pablo’s hands reached up to fondle her bare ass, and a short but powerful shudder ran through Carmela’s spine, resulting in a quick and sharp yelp.

“Are you okay?” Frankie asked, only briefly looking back. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

“I was about to sneeze, but I caught myself.” Carmela lied, feeling the lone finger penetrate her again. Gritting her teeth together, she bucked back hard into Pablo’s steady hand, and keeping a close eye on her husband, she started shoving her ass backwards, even as the finger struggled to keep up with her movements.

“I hope you’re not coming down with a cold or something.”

“Ohhh, I hope I don’t either.” Carmela stammered, still driving herself back and lathering the invading finger with her wet cunt. “But I think I’m getting a headache. Maybe I should lay down for a while.”

“Yeah, take some of my vitamins, too.” Frankie said, clicking the TV off. “I don’t want you getting sick, because you might get me sick, too. Then I might have to miss work, and it’ll make it that much harder to pay off those credit cards.”

Carmela nodded, concealing her flushed face with her curly hair, and dropping her head onto her hands, which were now tightly gripping the edge of the balcony.

Behind her, Pablo’s face inched closer to her behind, and just after his excited breaths blew warm air on her ass, his tongue lashed out to probe between the swells of her buttocks. “Oh, shit.” She mumbled.

Pablo’s tongue revolved a few times around her anus, then began to poke at it, entering for only the minutest of moments, then withdrawing and spearing itself inside. Pulling out, the tongue roamed south, prompting Carmela to arch her back further, and allow the slick appendage access to her moist pussy.

“I guess I should be heading out.” Frankie called out, making his way across the living room floor. “Thanks for having the sandwich ready.”

“Just the way you like it.” Carmela replied, bracing herself as the invasive tongue began pumping in and out of her.

Frankie disappeared from view, briefly scaring Carmela with the impression that he was coming up the stairs. Once she’d heard him opening and closing the kitchen drawers, however, she relaxed a little, and allowed the sensations of the skillful tongue to rack her body with pleasure.

“I don’t want any hot chips today. Do we still have any corn chips?”

Carmela mouthed a steamy yet silent moan, then struggled to find her voice as the merciless tongue went to work on her engorged clit. “There’s half a bag, aahh, on the back counter.”

A few seconds passed before Frankie’s voice reached her again. “I found it. Is it okay if I take the entire bag? It’s nearly empty, anyway.”

“Take it.” Carmela shouted down, even as the original probing finger squeezed itself past Pablo’s warm face.

The finger traced upwards, ignoring the rapid movements of Pablo’s tongue, and centering itself on her asshole. A few quick jabs signaled its intentions, causing Carmela to reach back with one hand in an effort to swipe it away.

Frankie walked back into the living room, and as Carmela brought her husband into focus, Pablo forced his wet index finger into her ass.

“Oh, oh!” Carmela winced, noting Frankie’s quick glance upwards. “I almost sneezed again.”

Frankie simply shook his head, and kept walking towards the front door. “You’d better not be getting sick. I mean it.”

Carmela quickly and quietly nodded, keeping her head down and trying to keep her breathing under control. “You son of a bitch.” She hissed down between her legs.

Frankie paused in the open doorway. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Okay.” Carmela looked up, trying to give him her best smile. “Don’t stay out too late.”

“Laters.” Frankie waved goodbye. “And put some clothes on.”

The door closed shut behind him.

Carmela spun around to face the kneeling culprit. “You little asshole! I can’t believe you did that!” She spat out, shoving the stunned Pablo backwards so hard, he rolled onto his back. Dropping down onto one knee, she clamped her hand around his hard shaft and gave it a few painful yanks. “Do you know how much trouble you could have gotten me into?! Do you even care?”

“Ow, ow!” Pablo Junior chuckled under her. “Hey, I was just returning the favor. You went down on me first, remember?”

Still in possession of the long rod, Carmela held it up and lowered herself on top of it. Smoothly, it slid into her wetness, and with a loud moan, she sank down until her thighs rested on Pablo’s waist. “Oh, damn, that feels good.”

Pablo tightly grabbed her by the legs and began thrusting himself upwards, grunting with each forceful jerk. “Hell, yeah, it does.”

Carmela leaned forward, resting her small hands on his lean chest, and started grinding her ass down on his manhood. Even as her bounces increased with fervor, she reached up to unclasp her bra, then straightened up as she pulled it off her shoulders. Pablo seized the moment to pound into her, driving himself to the hilt each time and threatening to knock the petite woman off.

Tossing the bra aside, Carmela reached behind her to grab onto Pablo’s legs, and her own moans and thrusts coincided with his. “Oh, oh, oohh!”

Pablo’s hands reached up to fondle her small breasts, groping and grabbing at them. He then grabbed her by the wrists, and pulled her forward, dragging her body over him until his mouth was close enough to clamp over an excited nipple, and started mangling the soft flesh with his lips and tongue. A long shriek erupted from Carmela’s throat, her body tensing and prompting Pablo to start hammering himself inside her again, and within moments, the woman began shaking with climax. Her eyes closed and her lips hung open as waves of pleasure swept through her, and once Pablo’s thrusts halted, she took up a brief rhythm until she again exploded into orgasm. Shuddering and gasping, Carmela could do nothing but remain still until the convulsions started to subside, but then she felt Pablo shoving her aside and onto the carpet.

Within moments, he’d positioned himself behind her, grabbing at her waist until she was on her hands and knees. His prick slapped at her ass, then probed her swollen pussy lips and invaded her insides. Another shudder coursed through her pussy as the seven inches of meat tunneled in. The man’s strong arms held her in place as he repeatedly violated her, completely burying himself each time and further exciting her with his increasing moans.

Another powerful thrust threw Carmela face first into the carpet, but Pablo pounced on her instantly, draping himself over her prone body and guiding his tool between her thighs again. She could do nothing but squirm under his weight, spreading her legs apart as he rammed himself into her again and again, until finally, he grunted like a prize fighter on his last legs, holding himself in place as his own body started going through its throes of orgasm.

Carmela squealed beneath him, feeling another series of convulsions batter her insides, and these continued even after Pablo had given up and simply drooped over her, his steamy sweat mingling with hers down the curve of her back.

Finally, Pablo rolled aside, dropping onto the carpet like so much dead weight, and spread his arms and legs out in an effort to cool down. “Damn, it’s hot in here.”

Carmela stretched an arm out onto his chest, her fingers trickling over the mounds of his chest, then down past his abdomen and to his wilted member. She took his penis into her hand, slowly stroking it and trying in vain to bring it back to life. “Guess you need another shower, huh?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, come on then.” Carmela told him, getting to her feet and gingerly stepping over him. “I’ll start the water running.”

Pablo Junior sighed, feeling the warm air circulate over him and give his sweaty body that clammy sensation he’d always hated. He sat up, glancing into the bathroom and watching as Carmela leaned over to turn the shower knob. Tanned skin, lean legs and tight ass greeted his eyes, and surprisingly, he glanced down at his groin to discover his cock starting to stir once again.

“I’ll be right there.” He said, as he started getting to his feet. A few moments later, he straightened himself up and followed her inside.

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