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.

Haut blanc. Jupe noire. Toujours en place.

J'ai commencé par devant. Elle me regardait tout le temps.

Puis j'ai changé.

Elle ne m'a pas arrêté. Elle a souri.

Massageur sur elle pendant que je restais dans l'autre trou.

C'est celui-là.

Sour Candy est entrée avec le haut blanc et la jupe noire encore sur elle.

Elle a mis sa langue sur ma bite en premier. Cheveux mouillés. Cette ligne sur son front. Me regardant comme si elle savait déjà.

Puis je l'ai mise sur le dos et je suis entré. Jupe relevée. J'ai mis le masseur sur son clito et je l'y ai laissé.

Elle a fait un son que je n'avais pas encore entendu d'elle. Yeux écarquillés. Langue dehors. Main sur sa propre chatte essayant de suivre.

J'ai continué à la baiser avec ce truc qui vibrait sur elle. Elle n'a pas enlevé le haut. Elle ne m'a pas demandé d'arrêter.

Quand je me suis retiré, elle souriait encore. Cul en l'air. Comme si elle voulait que le masseur soit remis.

Sour Candy est venue avec le chapeau. Cette fille argentine. Elle s'assoit, me regarde, et dit qu'elle ne veut pas qu'on touche à sa chatte. Seulement le cul.

Puis elle sort ce gros jouet anal et commence à se le mettre. Juste devant moi. Elle s'assoit dessus, le chevauche, langue dehors, comme si je n'étais même pas dans la pièce. Je la regarde juste détruire son propre cul avec ce truc.

Quand elle le sort, son trou reste ouvert. Alors je la baise. Je baise ce cul jusqu'à ce qu'elle tremble et je ne me retire pas. Je jouis en elle. Ça coule d'elle et elle a toujours le chapeau.

C'est ce qui s'est passé. Je n'ai même pas pris sa chatte. Juste son cul, le jouet, et je l'ai laissé dedans.