Morning day 4, a hispanic woman with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail opened the door for me

I started knocking on her apartment door. Was she ready? She opened the door, I was expecting to face a overweight woman in her late forty's. Imagine my shock at the sight of a young woman in jeans and a T-shirt. The woman was Hispanic with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. I guessed her age in the early twenties. She stood less than five feet tall, looking up at me with large brown eyes. Dark pictures covered the front part of the T-shirt, but they did nothing to take away from the bulge of her breasts underneath. The T-shirt didn't quite come all the way down to her waist, and I could see a slip of her bare stomach before it vanished into her jeans. The jeans hugged her wide hips and thighs very nicely.

She smiled up at me with full lips and brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. Her voice had a touch of a Spanish accent. "Hi, I'm Emma. You like what you see?" It took a moment before I could speak. "Oh, yeah. Can I come in?" "Yes." I walked in, looking around the apartment. "Nice place. I'm , by the way Roger. Nice to meet you." I wished I could have imagined it would be this gorgeous woman. I couldn't help glancing down at her jeans as they stretched tight over the round and firm cheeks of her butt. I couldn't help imagining what lay underneath. When she straightened and turned around, I **** myself to tear my gaze away and focus on her. Emma's mouth curved up in a smile. "I know what you're thinkin'."

"Really?" I laughed, almost sighing in relief. She really hadn't guessed everything I had been thinking. "Oh, no." "Can I get you something to drink?" "Sure. Soda's fine. Coke if you have it." She went to the fridge, opened the door, and tossed me the can and got a grape soda for herself. She popped open the can, gulped some of it down, and leaned against the counter. "Tell me what you want!" "Just you." "Nice." Emma took a sip of her grape soda, eyeing me over the edge of the can. "So I guess you're between girlfriends right now?" Emma's smile pricked up in one corner. "How can that be? A fine-looking man such as yourself is single?" I laughed, feeling my cheeks warming in a blush. "Yeah." Emma cocked her head to one side, letting her ponytail fall to one shoulder. "Yeah, right now, I'm interested in having fun!"

"Good. Then let's have some fun." Emma turned away from me, smiling coyly over her shoulder as her hands worked at the front of her jeans. The jeans loosened and slipped down her legs to the floor. They left her muscular legs cocked before me, and I followed them up to the thong that cradled the cheeks of her perfect ass. Emma watched my expression from over her shoulder. "I seen you checking me out all this time. Thought maybe you'd like a better view." I stepped closer to her. "Very nice. I do love that view. You have an amazing body." Emma giggled, then turned around to face me. I admired the front of her lacy black thong climbing up between her thighs, tracing it down to the treasure between them. "You're not so bad yourself."

She reached out to run her fingers up my left arm. Her hand was cold and firm, but delicate. "I been checkin' out those muscles since you got in here. Wondering how they would feel around me." Her brown eyes rolled up to me. "I want to find out." I leaned down to kiss her. Our mouths pushed against each other. Her soft lips felt like warm pillows against mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned under her breath. I allowed my arms to crawl down her body and grasp her waist. Her breath expelled in a huff as I yanked her up against me. I wanted her to feel the hardness under the crotch of my pants. From the way her hips ground up against me, I assumed it was mission accomplished.

I let my hands drift downwards to run my palms down the cheeks of her butt. The soft, smooth flesh yielded gently to me. She moaned softly into my mouth. I moved my thumbs up to hook onto the waistband of her panties and drag them down. I broke the kiss to look down and watch her slit revealed to me, veiled by a curtain of dark, curly hair. She planted her small hands on my chest to push me away and let me see her body. Watching her standing there, gazing up to me naked from the waist down with just a T-shirt made my crotch ache.

She reached down to her hips and peeled off her T-shirt to reveal a lacy, black bra. Emma smirked at me as she reached back to unhook it and let it fall away. Her breasts looked even more inviting than I had imagined, firm and round with nipples the color of dark chocolate that stood high on their peaks. The nipples had swollen into perfectly round spheres that I couldn't help leaning down to taste. Emma moaned and ran her fingers along the back of my neck as I sucked one of her breasts into my mouth. She was so small that I had to crouch to reach it, but it
was worth the trip. I tasted her skin in my mouth, felt the hot bead harden more against my tongue, and she rewarded me with gasps of pleasure.

"Oh, Roger," Emma moaned. "I want you." Her hands groped at my waist to guide my pants down my legs. I straightened a little to make it easier. Emma only had to bend over slightly to reach my boxers and guide them down, revealing the firm shaft that bounce towards her. Emma licked her plump lips, then opened her mouth to guide me between them. It was my turn to groan as she sucked me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I let my hands rest on the back of her head, guiding it back and forth as it coaxed me further into hardness.

As her hot mouth glided over me, I knew I wouldn't be able to take it much longer. I needed her. I gently disengaged her from my shaft and brought her mouth up to kiss her again. I feasted on her lips as I let my hands glide down her smooth back until they came to the soft, round globes at the base. I pushed upwards, cupping a cheek in both hands, until I hoisted Emma up into the air. She seemed to weigh almost nothing. Emma wrapped her legs around me, locking her feet together in the small of my back. She leaned back against the wall as she pressed her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I felt her wetness gliding over my rigid shaft.

I lifted her higher until the tip of my manhood found its way into her, and then let her settle down onto me. Emma's legs tightened as she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh, yes. Oh, you feel so good, Roger!" Her voice pierced my heart with her desire. I braced her up against the wall of the kitchen and pushed into her, bouncing her on my lap with my hands and thighs. I felt her feets dig into the small of my back as she matched my thrusts with her legs. "Oh, that's it," Emma moaned. "Do it deep, Roger. Fill me up with your hot white cock."We moved together, slowly and steadily, while we kissed passionately.

I felt her hips quiver and her legs tighten around my waist as her orgasm swept through her. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I **** myself up deep into her, all the way until my pubic hair tickled her's, and let go. She whimpered softly into my mouth as it gripped her body. My warm semen spurted deep up inside her. The tightness of her squeezed every last drop into her heated depths. I felt our juices oozing out to coat our thighs. Then she left limp on my thrusting lap. I slid her down off my legs to the floor. Emma staggered a little on unsteady legs, looking up at me with wide eyes, gasping for breath. "Are we done already?" "Not quite."