Colombia

Carrie and Karla took a vacation to her home country. Carrie got to experience the foods and sounds and beauty of Karla's homeland. Of course, it wasn't all good. They had to have armed bodyguards everywhere they went. And some of Karla's family members weren't happy to see her, as beautiful as she was now. It made Karla sad, and made Carrie's heart hurt.

They slept in Karla's childhood room that night.

"So this is where the magic happens," Carrie said, giggling, trying to cheer her girlfriend up. Karla smiled wanly.

"This is where Carlos wondered why his body was male why his heart and soul and brain were female. This is where Carlos wondered why he didn't want what the other boys wanted. This is where the seeds of Karla were born, though." Carrie reached up, caressing Karla's cheek. She loved getting Karla's **** side. Karla leaned down, kissing her.

"You know, this bed has never been properly christened," Karla said, smiling slyly.

"Well, now that is something that needs correcting," Carrie said brightly, peeling off her swimsuit, and tugging off Karla's bottoms. Carrie got on her knees, kissing Karla's uncut monster cock, and then wrapping her lips around it to suck her to stiffness.

"Oh, fuck baby .... I'm so glad you're here with me. I've wanted to come back, but established, you know? Happy, and you make me so happy," she whimpered, fucking Carrie's mouth while Carrie gurgled happily. When she could bear it no longer, Karla pulled Carrie into the bed, on all fours, and pushed her stiff, meaty cock into Carrie's sodden pussy. The bed started to creak ominously, as the couple loudly rutted in Karla's childhood bed. The entire house could hear exactly how talented Karla had become over the years as she came deep into her love's pussy.