Juan

"Come over here." Juan says, waving to her.

"See! That's some quick reacting, just like I taught ya," Leon chuckles at his little joke.

Camila double-checked, the stones were still green. Damn it.

Once more, Camila was bent over the bar. Juan had the enthusiasm of the 18-year-old that he was, barely waiting for her to spread her legs before sliding his cock into her. Camila couldn't believe the little man she had watch grow up on the soccer field was now balls deep inside her. And that feeling did not diminish as he continued to claim her.

He was strong and lean but his stamina on the field didn't translate here. He was slamming her from behind, rocking her against the bar with his aggressive thrusts. Camila felt his balls slapping the outside of her pussy with each one. It didn't take him long until he was finishing up inside her as well -- Camila felt his cum shooting off inside her. Her girl crush had just fucked her bent over a tropical bar.

As soon as Juan pulled out, Leon set his drink down and stood up. Camila started to stand but Leon put his hand on the small of her back.

"Not just yet, love. My little protege here needs some more lessons in the ways of love."

Leon pointed to a bottle nested alongside the **** and Ellie handed it over. As they passed it by her, Camila saw it was lubricant. Of course it was, they would need that handy anywhere.

"Now young Juan," he chuckled at his pun, "in life, football, and with women, it's wiser to take the road less travelled." He started smearing lube on the length of his dick.