Stuck on You Ch. 03

Ana's eyes collapsed to piercing slits, growls being felt in your palm. "Eres, papi, Eres papi mío." She couldn't believe what you were doing to her, mentally and physically. "Me encanta, papi," she whispered through the sheer.

"If you love it so much, esta zorra mejor corriese toda mi huevos grandes." You moaned deep into her core. "Words are getting better, mi amor."

Growls turned to deep, brutal groans against your hand. Her demeanor started to slide from wanting to kick your ass to floating in a cloud, blissfully melting away. You pecked at her, weight dropping hard to impale and smack her lips with violent slaps.

"Listen to my balls smacking that pussy," you whispered. "Knew you loved it up the ass."

Ana shouted, feet and shins pushing down into the floor. You kept tempo, hopelessly trying not to erupt inside her butt. She screamed into the sheer with everything she had, body trembling uncontrollably. You let her head rest, palms holding her down at the shoulders. You thought you were going to pass out. Your hips slammed in faster and faster, Ana squealing and squirming to get you out of her innards; she felt like you were splitting her in two.

The sounds of you both swelled into the depths of her home until your dick accidentally splurged out. You weren't going back, grabbed it and knelt to her head. Ana turned and saw white squirting towards her face that hit her like a blanket of goo. You cussed and jerked, blowing another heap into the side of her head. To the camera and back to her, you watched your giant load plaster her to the coffee table, globs pooling into one puddle that inched towards the phone. You flung the remnants all over her back and pulled her hands free.

"Yeah," you said, taking the deepest breath that you could manage, "you look good covered in my huge load."

Aching, she slowly rolled over, hair sliding through the huge pool of thick jizz. With one good eye, she smiled with cum sliding along her lips. Finally, she pulled the thigh highs out of her mouth and laughed.

"Me encanta, baby," she said lightly, standing. She nearly toppled and tossed the other heel, pointing at you with a glare. "Get my ice cream ready. With the Irish cream liquor you got me addicted to."

"I can do that," you said, heading through the dining room. You heard her loud strut through the hallway and then she shouted.

"¡Y amé la forma en que me follaste como hombre real!"

That wasn't very familiar. You pulled the tub of vanilla and grabbed the Bailey's from the cabinet loaded with all of her alcohol. You started to piece together the words and gave yourself a mental pat on the back; hard to be miffed about the humongous, sticky load all tangled up in your hair when you came so strong that you wanted to faint; then again, Ana had mentioned nothing suggesting that she had any problems taking ropes of baby batter to the face.

You stepped into the bathroom where you hid during the workout sessions to clean up. Surprisingly, it did not take long and you had been extremely burrowed in that bottomless hot Cuban ass. She enjoyed it; you would have to do it more.

Back to the kitchen, she stood at the island in a pair of burgundy lace booty shorts and a towel wrapped around her head. You filled both hands full of ass and then took her shoulders for a massage. She let out a soft moan and flicked at her phone.

"Feel better?"

"Ay, sí. Gracias."

The definition in her back had you doing a double take, tracing her visible lines from her neck to the dimples above her cheeks. You hauled your cock up onto the burgundy and slid onto her hips. She glanced back with a spoon hanging from her lips, smiled and pulled it.

"¿Tú necesito de nuevo?" she asked, genuinely unphased by the fact that you never seemed to stay soft very long. "Hablame, precioso."

"Work out plan is—god damn—look at you."

She turned with a blush. "¡Alto!" Never mind what happened minutes ago, she still turned red. "My agent is calling in ten minutes,"—she spun, bowl in hand—"but I can suck your dick and eat my ice cream, papi."

You went to speak and the phone went off. Ana gave you a big pouty face and set her bowl down.

"Hola."

You could faintly hear the other person and Ana lost herself to the phone call, absentmindedly trailing her nails over the top. She curled her hand underneath, wrapped around, tugged and slid an open palm to the base and back.

"Where is the audition?"

Ana tilted over, quietly sliding you along silky smooth lips. A generous tightness wrapped around you in full with the slightest of head bobs. She reached underneath, carefully and casually tapping your dangling balls into a slow sway.

"When do I need to be there?"

She fixed her hair behind the ear, head falling in and out. You found your hips and watched her work. Clearly, her priorities were in line, easily handling business on all fronts. You didn't want her ice cream to melt and leaned over, pushing her butt into the island. With a squish, you were free and she looked up, vanilla being dabbled onto the purple head.

"I'll be bringing a friend. I'm sure he will enjoy it—oh, I have a lot to tell you about him." Ana swiped it with her tongue, some of it splattering the floor. "Dios mío," she laughed. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she said to them. She tapped mute, slurping heavily, catching what you laid down.

"How's that taste?"

"Mmph."

You drizzled more onto her tongue while the agent laid out an itinerary. Your fat head slid into the cool wetness and you covered it just before she pursed around, slurping the cocoa cream whiskey with your leaking salty globs into her throat. You both heard a question and Ana slobbered off.

"¿Que?—Sí, very handsome. You will adore him, I promise. I'm very, very happy." Ana kissed the tip. "Maybe a month?—the personal trainer I told you about—¡sí, sí!" She bumped mute and swallowed it whole, spilling spit on the way back.

"Sí, I have a picture." Images after images, she pulled one up from a beach shot of you in neon blue trunks and nothing else and held it up for your approval. She smiled and sent it, both women profusely admiring your prominent gains.

"Girl, what's underneath those? Tell me it's good," you heard.

Ana found your eyes and smiled with a wink. "It's fucking amazing."

"Well, don't hold out—I mean, seriously."

You smiled and stroked along her fine lips with the tip, giving a quick thumbs up.

Ana giggled and found the perfect picture of your gigantic cock and balls. You approved and they both showered the package with lavish praise.

"Oh my gawd, look at that—salchichón grandes con huevos y leche, mamacita—bitch, I know Spanish!"

Ana blurted you out, laughing hysterically and nearly choking. "¡Dios mío! ¡Mierda!"

"That better be fucking you! Oh my heavens, schlongdaconda. That man is all girthy beef, baby."

"¡Mierda!" she cried, wiping tears. "Babe, let me call you right back."

"See ya!"

Ana hung up and shoved the phone across the island. She could see it in your face. The ice cream was moved aside and she hopped into your arms. Wrapped up tight, you had no problems wrestling her panties out of the way and impaled her into the giant steel double doors of her refrigerator. With a thud, she kicked her legs out with a gasp while digging nails into your back. Cries slipped through the loud moans, the uncompromising girth pushing her to the limit at that angle. You took it all as permission to obliterate her, pulverizing the sensitive walls in a slow, but violent set of bursts that had her screaming into your shoulder.

She grabbed your head, kissing you through the groans. Her lip quivered, big doe eyes watching you with a sweet smile as thick nut filled her. Buried to the balls, you stared each other down for the duration of emptying yourself for the second time in an hour.

"You like when I show you off, papi?" she whispered. "My full man." She curled up underneath your arms and kissed your neck.

"Fuck," you sighed.

She nibbled your ear. "Quiero mucho helado."

Your thick trunk uncorked and the dribbles onto the floor made you both smile. You lifted her to the island and handed her the bowl.

"Watch those calories," you said, heading off down the hallway.

She snickered and tasted the liquor covered vanilla, most of it melted. "Es por eso que estoy tenerlos vapuleados afuera de mi, mi amor."

To be Continued...