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.

White top. Black skirt. Still on.

I started in the front. She was looking at me the whole time.

Then I switched.

She didn’t stop me. She smiled.

Massager on her while I stayed in the other hole.

That’s the one.

Sour Candy came in with the white top and the black skirt still on.

She put her tongue on my cock first. Wet hair. That line on her forehead. Looking at me like she already knew.

Then I put her on her back and went in. Skirt up. I put the massager on her clit and left it there.

She made a sound I hadn’t heard from her yet. Eyes wide. Tongue out. Hand on her own pussy trying to keep up.

I kept fucking her with that thing buzzing on her. She didn’t take the top off. She didn’t ask me to stop.

When I pulled out she was still smiling. Ass up. Like she wanted the massager back on.

Sour Candy came over in the hat. This Argentine girl. She sits down, looks at me, and says she doesn't want her pussy touched. Ass only.

Then she pulls out this big anal toy and starts putting it in herself. Right in front of me. She's sitting on it, riding it, tongue out, like I'm not even in the room. I just watch her wreck her own ass with that thing.

When she pulls it out her hole stays open. So I fuck her. I fuck that ass until she's shaking and I don't pull out. I come in her. It's running out of her and she's still got the hat on.

That's what happened. I didn't even take her pussy. Just her ass, the toy, and I left it in.