Buenos Aires was loud under the window. San Telmo, late afternoon, heat sitting on the tile, a radio in the street, meat on a grill somewhere below. White sheets. Wood door that didn’t shut. She climbed on the bed in the camo skirt, still buckled, black thong under it, both braids in her fists.

I didn’t let her decide.

“Open.”

She took me in her throat. I pulled the braids out of her hands and held them myself, fucking her mouth until spit ran off her chin onto the skirt. She gagged and stayed down. Buenos Aires kept moving outside. In the room I didn’t ease up. When I pulled out she was messy, eyes wet, smiling like she wanted worse.

I flipped her. Skirt up. Thong yanked aside and left there. No bottle. No fingers. No pussy.

“Ass only. Dry. You take it.”

I pressed in with nothing. The head caught hard. She grabbed the sheet and made a broken sound, then pushed back because I had her hip and I wasn’t waiting. Tight. Raw. Every inch dragged. The belt knocked her ass each stroke. I didn’t take the skirt off. I held her down and fucked her ass like her throat had only been warm-up, rough, no give.

“That’s it. Only this hole. Push back. Buenos Aires can hear you. Show me you want it dry.”

She did. Knees wider. Meeting me. Whining into the mattress.

I put her on her back. Arms over her head, braids stuck to her neck, skirt bunched, thong useless. She looked straight at the lens, mouth open. I stayed in her ass. Never touched her pussy. I made her hold herself open with both hands so I could see all of it, stretched, still dry enough to feel every inch.

“Keep it open. Don’t you close.”

She shook and held. I finished deep in her ass while she watched, used, skirt still on, the city still going under the window.

She walked into that Buenos Aires room thinking she had a say.

I used only her ass. She took it better that way.

She knocked in that blue maid thing. Red bows. White stockings. Like she came to clean and already knew she wasn’t going to.

First she got on her knees on the floor and put my dick in her mouth. Looked at me the whole time. Ass up. That little plug already in.

I fucked her like that. Costume still on. Then I put her on her back and pulled the pigtails. Mouth open. She never took the outfit off.

Latina. Maid. That’s the girl.

I told her the job was gone if she didn’t finish me. She didn’t argue. She just dropped and did it.

Mouth first. Then she climbed on and rode like her paycheck depended on it. Eyes up. Didn’t stop until I came.

That’s the deal. Latina maid. She wanted to keep the job. She made me cum.

Top blanco. Falda negra. Todavía puestos.

Empecé por delante. Ella me miraba todo el tiempo.

Luego cambié.

Ella no me detuvo. Sonrió.

Masajeador sobre ella mientras yo me quedaba en el otro agujero.

Ese es.

Sour Candy entró con el top blanco y la falda negra todavía puestos.

Puso su lengua en mi polla primero. Pelo mojado. Esa línea en su frente. Mirándome como si ya lo supiera.

Luego la puse de espaldas y entré. Falda arriba. Puse el masajeador en su clítoris y lo dejé ahí.

Hizo un sonido que no le había escuchado antes. Ojos abiertos. Lengua afuera. Mano en su propio coño tratando de seguir el ritmo.

Seguí follándola con esa cosa zumbando sobre ella. No se quitó el top. No me pidió que parara.

Cuando me saqué, ella todavía sonreía. Culo arriba. Como si quisiera el masajeador de nuevo.

Sour Candy llegó con el sombrero puesto. Esta chica argentina. Se sienta, me mira y dice que no quiere que le toquen el coño. Solo el culo.

Luego saca este gran juguete anal y empieza a metérselo ella misma. Justo delante de mí. Está sentada sobre él, cabalgándolo, con la lengua afuera, como si yo ni siquiera estuviera en la habitación. Solo la miro destrozarse el culo con esa cosa.

Cuando lo saca, su agujero se queda abierto. Así que me la follo. Me follo ese culo hasta que tiembla y no me salgo. Me corro dentro de ella. Se le sale y todavía tiene el sombrero puesto.

Eso es lo que pasó. Ni siquiera le toqué el coño. Solo su culo, el juguete, y lo dejé dentro.