"Azotarla." (spank Abbie)

Miguel was a little slow to reply, but ultimately muttered, "quiero azotarla."

"Well, if you want to, you need to say so," said Yvette.

Abbie had no idea what they were talking about. But she had told Yvette she was okay with not knowing, and since Miguel kept plowing into her pussy, Abbie figured it didn't really matter.

Miguel was focused on Abbie, and forming words -- especially in English -- was not coming easily to him. "¿Qué necesito decir?" he asked Yvette.

"Si quieres azotarla, tienes que decirlo," she replied.

Abbie was getting pretty excited listening to Yvette and Miguel speaking Spanish. She didn't understand a word of it, and since they could be saying anything. she imagined it was something hot and dirty. She gyrated her hips onto Miguel's cock, and little did she realize that it was drawing even more attention to her ass.

"Quiero azotarla. Lo dije."

"En ingles, Miguel. I don't think she speaks Spanish."

"No, I don't," whispered Abbie.

"No, she doesn't," said Yvette. "But she can certainly fuck, because wow, what you've been doing to me for a while now is pretty amazing." Yvette reeled her head back as Abbie continued massaging and groping her breasts.

"En ingles," muttered Miguel. "I want ... I want to spank her?"

"Talk to her, not to me," said Yvette.

Miguel laughed to himself. He fucked Abbie back and forth a few more times, his body crashing into hers. "¿Puedo azotarte?" he said, and then more slowly, "can I spank you?"

Abbie finally realized what they were talking about. "Oh god, yes, yes you can spank me. Sí, por favor." Abbie didn't know much Spanish, but was able to come up with a polite approval.

Miguel smiled. Again, he rubbed his palms on her ass, appreciating her smooth and pale skin. He pulled his body back, his cock nearly slipping out, and before thrusting forward again, reared his right hand back and smacked Abbie hard on the ass.

Abbie shrieked, and pinched Yvette's nipple extra hard, which in turn sent an shudder rippling through her body. Abbie twisted her head, almost looking back, but choosing not to see the man behind her.

Miguel wasted no time, and slapped Abbie hard in the same spot again. Then a third time. And a fourth. Abbie's yelps evolved from surprised squeals to exclamations of acceptance and pleasure. After six or eight spanks, she had a pronounced red spot growing on her right ass cheek, some of which was in the shape of Miguel's hand.

He gripped the flesh of Abbie's ass, squeezing where he had struck. It stung Abbie, and although she felt a surge of pain, at also sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She channeled the feelings into her exploration of Yvette's body.

Miguel continued to fuck Abbie's pussy from behind as he focused on the other side of Abbie's ass. "¿Me gustaria azotar al otro lado?" he asked.

Abbie didn't understand, but Yvette helped out. "He wants to spank the other side."

"Oh definitely! Please! Por favor!"

Yvette offered a vague translation. "Sí, a ella le gustaria mucho."

Miguel slid his cock from Abbie's pussy, and rubbed the head of it against her slit before plunging back in again. He did this a few times in succession, and then surprised Abbie by interspersing a hard spank on her left side. He alternated between fucking and spanking, occasionally startling Abbie with an unexpected sequence of moves. He also switched to her right cheek, then back to the left, and reached forward to grab her hair as well.

Miguel gripped Abbie's hips, and pulled her toward him, allowing her ass to slap back into his body while they fucked. Abbie sensed a shift in Miguel's rhythm, and she imagined that he might be nearing an orgasm.

"Are you close?" asked Abbie, meaning Miguel.

"Estás cerca?" echoed Yvette.

"Sí."

Miguel kept pounding into Abbie's pussy. She felt sore from the intense spanking as well as the continued fucking. She was nervous about how this might end. Would he finish inside her? Would he pull out? All this without conversation, without even knowing who he was or what he looked like!