She's begging for more

Lina lay there, her body a glistening, gorgeous mess. Her hair stuck to her cheek, chest rising and falling, lips parted like she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. Her thighs twitched around your hips, still clamped around you like her pussy didn’t want to let go.

"You didn’t cum," she whispered, blinking up at you. "How the fuck are you still hard?"

You just smiled, rolling your hips slowly, grinding the last few inches into her overstimulated cunt.

She moaned, full of disbelief. "Jesus, John... you’re gonna ruin me. I've come on your big cock three times already!"

You leaned in and kissed her, soft and deep this time, tasting the sweat and sex on her lips. "One more?" you asked, even though you both knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

Her hands slid up your chest. "You’re unreal. Like... you’re not just big, you know that? You fuck like a god."

"That's what goddesses deserve," you reply.

You felt her quivering under you, her body already reacting to the slow pressure of your cock still inside her. She kissed your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. She was addicted now, and you could feel it.

""I want it nice and slow now," she said, licking her lips, her voice husky. "Until you cum all over my face. Or tits. Or inside. Whatever you want, stud."

You nodded, brushing her cheek with your thumb, then shifted her onto her back. Her legs parted for you, wide and willing, and you lined up that thick, aching shaft one more time. You pushed into her slowly, savoring her heat, her softness, the way her pussy clasped around every inch.

Your thrusts were deliberate. Powerful. She arched her back and moaned with every movement, her fingers gripping the couch, her breasts bouncing gently. You watched her eyes, glazed with lust, never leaving your face.

"You feel so fucking good," she murmured, running her hands up your chest. "You’re so fucking deep."

You leaned down, kissed her hard, then pulled back to keep your rhythm steady. Each stroke was a reward for both of you. The couch creaked beneath your motion, the slick sounds of sex filling the room.

Lina wrapped her legs around your back again, pulling you in deeper. "God, John... you’re the best I’ve ever had. I swear. I can’t get enough."

She egged you on with a wild, breathless look in her eyes. "Fuck me harder," she growled, clawing at your back.

"Deeper! God, give me all of it!"

Her voice cracked as you slammed into her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. "You're so fucking big," she moaned, legs wrapped tightly around you. "You stretch my pussy so good."

Her lips brushed your ear. "Fuck that pussy, baby. Ruin it."

And then she lost it, eyes locked on yours, voice breaking. "Come inside me! I need it. Fill me up, please, please!"

Her whole body seized beneath you. She started cumming again, harder than before, her back arching violently off the couch as a guttural moan tore from her throat. Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream before the words came. Fast, **** bursts of Spanish pouring from her lips between gasps.

You were getting closer too. You felt it in your balls, taint, as a deep charge building, building.

Her hands clawed at your arms, nails dragging across your skin, her legs locking around your waist as her pussy clamped down with raw, pulsing waves. You felt every tremor from inside her, the tight wet heat milking your cock with each uncontrollable spasm.

Her breasts jiggled as she squirmed under you, her nipples stiff and glistening, her body shining with sweat. Her abs clenched as her climax kept pulsing through her, a torrent of pleasure that didn’t let up.

"Ay, Dios... ay, papi!" she cried, her voice breaking as her body squirmed beneath your relentless thrusts. Her hands pressed to your chest like she was trying to push you away, but her hips kept lifting to meet you.

You watched her break. And you knew this orgasm would stay with her, in her muscles, in her memory, in the way she'd look at you for days after. You’d wrecked her. And she’d thank you for it.

You felt your balls tighten. It was building now — so many pumps of holding back, so many of her orgasms trying to milk it out of you. All of it leading to this moment.

"Where do you want it?" you grunted, your voice low and thick.

She smirked, eyes glittering with pride.

"Mmm. Your choice, stud. My gorgeous face... my big tits... or deep inside this soaking wet pussy that you just ruined."