Hunter answers her prayers

Hunter gave the trembling Latina a lupine smile, loving the sense of power and control that flooded through him. He thought about her needs as he let his eyes roam over her, making her wait and seeing her anxiety build.

"Get up, I need to go to the washroom. Come with me," he told her, smiling as she obeyed without question. Badgers had unisex washrooms, each with a locking door and a toilet and sink. Hunter led the ripe and ready Latina to one, pushing the door open and, after a quick glance around, gesturing her in. He snapped the lever over, locking the door, then turned to her, undoing his pants as she trembled excitedly.

"Oh God, you're going to do me! Right here! Like a whore! Oh God I want you Hunter!" she whimpered, pulling her dress up over her ass and reaching for her panties. With a grunt her pushed her hands aside and grabbed the filmy fabric, tearing it from her body with one powerful jerk as she squeaked excitedly. He could see her meaty labia, puffy and glistening with her intense arousal, and without hesitation he scooped her up and pressed her against the tile wall, sheathing his cock in her with a single powerful thrust.

"Madre!" she squealed, clinging to his shoulders with her fingers as she wrapped her legs around him. "Madre! Madre! I'm coming! Oh Madre I'm Coming Already!"

Her cunt felt hot and tight as he hammered his meat home, filling her glorious hole as he growled into her throat. His hips rocked, thrusting quickly into her shuddering body, grinning fiercely as she reeled from orgasmic spasms. He made no effort at gentleness but just took her like a beast, slaking his lust and hers in a relentless mating frenzy. Carlotta was whining and whimpering, no longer coherent, her body like a rag doll as he fucked her senseless, pumping her full of cockmeat until he exploded, filling her with scalding seed.