The night was unfolding like a *****, or perhaps a particularly vivid erotic story. Bull and Colt weren't just looking for our companionship; they were looking for a specific kind of interplay, a delightful twist on expectations. They had, in their own words, come to Las Vegas for a grand adventure, seeking to fulfill certain desires… just perfectly aligned with ours.
After the foreplay and our primal exploration, which took place in the suite's sprawling living room, Bull led me toward the two large bedrooms. We left the view of the city lights and the dancing fountains, sparkling like diamonds against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mali and Colt had preceded us there, in the euphoria of intimacy, on one of the plush king-size beds.
We were on the threshold when Mali's voice rang out, "Colt, baby, why don't you go over there and taste how sweet Hispana is?" Colt's eyes widened, his banana-shaped member erect obscenely as he stumbled to his feet. Bull chuckled as his gnarled fingers tightened on my arm. "You hear that? Boy's gonna eat your pretty pussy." And Colt followed us with his boyish smile…
By the time I reached the bed, Bull's tongue and fingers were already teasing me. Behind us, Colt knelt between my fully spread legs, his breath against my inner thigh. "Hispana, you're so pretty. Can… can I taste you?" he asked, his voice gentle. Bull's growl vibrated against my fatty folds, "Goddamn right you can, boy. Lick her while I finger-fuck her. Make her scream!"
Colt had his ***'s rugged charm, but it was softened by his twenty-one years, by a gentleness and shyness that made me want to bribe him. He was already fixing to. His tongue was softer, inexpert, but eager. The dual sensation of feeling the *** and his heir pleasure me made my legs tremble. "Fuck their faces. Show 'em now who owns that pussy, shugah!" Bull's voice echoed.
My inner muscles clenched, my juices flowing out as I climaxed again with a broken cry, my thighs tightening around Bull's head as Colt lapped up every drop. Colt was making up for his shyness with Mali and me. He was a quick learner. Initially hesitant with his hands and lips, he traced the contours of my breasts, moving up to my mouth: I could taste myself on his tongue.
I broke the kiss abruptly when Bull's palm cracked hard against my ass. The sting bloomed hot, and I turned back. "You sucked me first, darlin'. Now, boy," he said. An "Mmmm…" escaped my lips as I turned to Colt. "Tonight we'll explore each other's senses, sweet cowboy." So I focused on him, my fingers tightening lightly around the base of his already erect, arched member.
"You ever had a woman worship this, mijo?" I purred, my voice a velvet whisper. I didn't wait for an answer. I leaned forward, flicking out my tongue to taste the salty pre-seminal fluid glistening at his tip. Colt's breath hitched, his fingers tangled in the sheets like he was afraid he'd float away if he didn't anchor himself. "Oh, fuck…" he breathed. "Shhh," I muttered.
I took him deep on the first try, my lips stretching around his girth as I hollowed my cheeks. I felt it throbbing, twisting in my throat. Colt's groans were guttural, his hands fisting in my hair as I led him to pleasure with slow, sharp movements. "Oh, fuck…" he gasped. I rewarded him with a few slow licks, my tongue tracing the vein along his shaft. "That's my good boy."
I stood up, releasing his stiffness with a wet pop. Then I crawled up his body until I was straddling his thighs, my privates hovering just above his member. I reached between them, guiding the bulbous head of his organ to my entrance, letting it notch against my slick, fat folds. "But first…" I whispered, my lips brushing his ear, "let's get you nice and wet for my Mali."
Meanwhile, the sounds drifting from the second bedroom hinted at a much more primal scene. James, "Bull," true to his nickname, was a dominant *****. His intense energy, worthy of a stud bull, matched with Mali's strength and skills perfectly. Their encounter was loud, passionate, and demanding. "Fuck yeah," Bull grunted, "damn, take it all, and show 'em how greedy you are!"
After that, Colt's hips jerked upward, pushing his flesh into me. "Fuck, take it!" he said with emphasis. "Yes, just like that… Do it, cowboy," I said, pulling back just enough to look into his blue eyes. I rode him with shallow, teasing strokes, my clit rubbing against the base of his hard member. "And then… my sweet cowboy, I'm going to let Mali ride you until you come."
"Fuck, I love that…" he murmured, and with exquisite tenderness his hands slid up to cup my breasts. Promptly he squeezed them and sucked ardently on my perky nipples. "Such a dirty boy beneath all that shyness," escaped my lips. And then my back arched as he hit my sensitive spot. "Maldito potro… you're perfect," I gasped. He was, as his name suggested, a well-endowed colt.
"Ay, ay, mijo…" I sighed, moaning loudly at his thrusts. His blue eyes flicked up at me, wide with awe: he couldn't believe he was making me moan like this. I could feel my climax coiling, a tight spring ready to snap. He was inside me, and for a few blissful moments, we still moved together, his gentle strength finding its rhythm. But we wouldn't finish like this. Not yet.
Suddenly, a deep chuckle broke out near us. "Goddamn, boy. You're learnin' fast!" Bull stood in the doorway, Mali's athletic, golden body draped over his shoulder like a prize. She was grinning, her dark, feline eyes gleaming with mischief as she traced a finger down his chest. The man was a giant, a wall of muscle, his massive member swinging between his legs like a promise.
Bull's Texan drawl was a gravelly rumble. "Hope we ain't late to the hoedown, Hispana…" I released Colt's hard member and then kissed the tip. "I think it's time we mixed things up, right?" Mali said. She sauntered forward, her hips swaying, moving like liquid sin, her gaze locked onto Colt's wet member. "Oooh, baby," she purred, "now you're going to feel so good inside me."
After the foreplay and our primal exploration, which took place in the suite's sprawling living room, Bull led me toward the two large bedrooms. We left the view of the city lights and the dancing fountains, sparkling like diamonds against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mali and Colt had preceded us there, in the euphoria of intimacy, on one of the plush king-size beds.
We were on the threshold when Mali's voice rang out, "Colt, baby, why don't you go over there and taste how sweet Hispana is?" Colt's eyes widened, his banana-shaped member erect obscenely as he stumbled to his feet. Bull chuckled as his gnarled fingers tightened on my arm. "You hear that? Boy's gonna eat your pretty pussy." And Colt followed us with his boyish smile…
By the time I reached the bed, Bull's tongue and fingers were already teasing me. Behind us, Colt knelt between my fully spread legs, his breath against my inner thigh. "Hispana, you're so pretty. Can… can I taste you?" he asked, his voice gentle. Bull's growl vibrated against my fatty folds, "Goddamn right you can, boy. Lick her while I finger-fuck her. Make her scream!"
Colt had his ***'s rugged charm, but it was softened by his twenty-one years, by a gentleness and shyness that made me want to bribe him. He was already fixing to. His tongue was softer, inexpert, but eager. The dual sensation of feeling the *** and his heir pleasure me made my legs tremble. "Fuck their faces. Show 'em now who owns that pussy, shugah!" Bull's voice echoed.
My inner muscles clenched, my juices flowing out as I climaxed again with a broken cry, my thighs tightening around Bull's head as Colt lapped up every drop. Colt was making up for his shyness with Mali and me. He was a quick learner. Initially hesitant with his hands and lips, he traced the contours of my breasts, moving up to my mouth: I could taste myself on his tongue.
I broke the kiss abruptly when Bull's palm cracked hard against my ass. The sting bloomed hot, and I turned back. "You sucked me first, darlin'. Now, boy," he said. An "Mmmm…" escaped my lips as I turned to Colt. "Tonight we'll explore each other's senses, sweet cowboy." So I focused on him, my fingers tightening lightly around the base of his already erect, arched member.
"You ever had a woman worship this, mijo?" I purred, my voice a velvet whisper. I didn't wait for an answer. I leaned forward, flicking out my tongue to taste the salty pre-seminal fluid glistening at his tip. Colt's breath hitched, his fingers tangled in the sheets like he was afraid he'd float away if he didn't anchor himself. "Oh, fuck…" he breathed. "Shhh," I muttered.
I took him deep on the first try, my lips stretching around his girth as I hollowed my cheeks. I felt it throbbing, twisting in my throat. Colt's groans were guttural, his hands fisting in my hair as I led him to pleasure with slow, sharp movements. "Oh, fuck…" he gasped. I rewarded him with a few slow licks, my tongue tracing the vein along his shaft. "That's my good boy."
I stood up, releasing his stiffness with a wet pop. Then I crawled up his body until I was straddling his thighs, my privates hovering just above his member. I reached between them, guiding the bulbous head of his organ to my entrance, letting it notch against my slick, fat folds. "But first…" I whispered, my lips brushing his ear, "let's get you nice and wet for my Mali."
Meanwhile, the sounds drifting from the second bedroom hinted at a much more primal scene. James, "Bull," true to his nickname, was a dominant *****. His intense energy, worthy of a stud bull, matched with Mali's strength and skills perfectly. Their encounter was loud, passionate, and demanding. "Fuck yeah," Bull grunted, "damn, take it all, and show 'em how greedy you are!"
After that, Colt's hips jerked upward, pushing his flesh into me. "Fuck, take it!" he said with emphasis. "Yes, just like that… Do it, cowboy," I said, pulling back just enough to look into his blue eyes. I rode him with shallow, teasing strokes, my clit rubbing against the base of his hard member. "And then… my sweet cowboy, I'm going to let Mali ride you until you come."
"Fuck, I love that…" he murmured, and with exquisite tenderness his hands slid up to cup my breasts. Promptly he squeezed them and sucked ardently on my perky nipples. "Such a dirty boy beneath all that shyness," escaped my lips. And then my back arched as he hit my sensitive spot. "Maldito potro… you're perfect," I gasped. He was, as his name suggested, a well-endowed colt.
"Ay, ay, mijo…" I sighed, moaning loudly at his thrusts. His blue eyes flicked up at me, wide with awe: he couldn't believe he was making me moan like this. I could feel my climax coiling, a tight spring ready to snap. He was inside me, and for a few blissful moments, we still moved together, his gentle strength finding its rhythm. But we wouldn't finish like this. Not yet.
Suddenly, a deep chuckle broke out near us. "Goddamn, boy. You're learnin' fast!" Bull stood in the doorway, Mali's athletic, golden body draped over his shoulder like a prize. She was grinning, her dark, feline eyes gleaming with mischief as she traced a finger down his chest. The man was a giant, a wall of muscle, his massive member swinging between his legs like a promise.
Bull's Texan drawl was a gravelly rumble. "Hope we ain't late to the hoedown, Hispana…" I released Colt's hard member and then kissed the tip. "I think it's time we mixed things up, right?" Mali said. She sauntered forward, her hips swaying, moving like liquid sin, her gaze locked onto Colt's wet member. "Oooh, baby," she purred, "now you're going to feel so good inside me."
