Treat Me Like Your Dirty Little Whore And Cover My Face

I reached down and slammed into her faster as she yelled for me to pound into her and rubbed her clit a second time. She led me into another room with a large chair. Times have changed I was no longer a boy but a young adult molding into a man. This time something I have never experienced happened, she began shaking and yelling beautiful and delicate words I could not understand in Spanish. She sat on the couch and I attempted to put my hand down her pants, when she stopped me. The language sounded so foreign yet felt so right to me, it sounded as if it was pulled from a great work of literature. She suddenly stops and asks if she can ask me a very personal question, of course I say go ahead. Well as fate plays a great hand in things, it would so happen the sweet caring Sofia would find her back into the house right across the street once again.