La Muneca

A year had passed. Carrie now had oversized EE breasts. She was tanning nude by the pool. Diego came out, in a robe. His injuries had healed, but the scars would remain forever.

"God, you are beautiful," he said, looking at her tanned frame, her asshole pink from a fresh bleaching.

"Thank you, Papi," Carrie said, bouncing up to kiss him. "What are you in the mood for today?"

"Hmmm, some ass, I think," Diego said, looking at the thick cheeks. Carrie kept it prelubed, expecting this. She got down on her knees, fishing out her older Mexican lover's big cock.

"So fucking thick, Papi," Carrie purred, sliding it into her mouth. Diego sunk his fingers into her hair, as she nursed his cock. He loved her, and she him. He'd won her by abduction, and kept her through neglect and brainwashing. And now she was his, and only his. Carrie bobbed her mouth up and down, using lots of spittle and slobber to get it perfectly lubricated for her ass. She added some additional lube to make their mating easier.

Diego positioned Carrie on all fours, lining up behind her. He buttfucked her several times a week, and she accommodated him well.

"Fuck you're thick, Papi," Carrie whimpered. But not so well she didn't praise his virility, she thought with a grin.

Diego hammered away. The staff shied away from the pool. These two were insatiable, and they listened to the boss grunt as his American whore squealed.

"Fucking cumming," Diego roared, not bothering to pull out, making sure she took every drop. She was his muneca -- his doll.