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It’s a racket belt buckle, so it has a big, smooth surface that Vicente expertly uses to tease my clit mercilessly. The buckle spreads my lips, and he applies just the right amount of pressure on my most sensitive spot.
The coldness of the metal creates a tingling sensation that adds to the experience, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.
“That’s for amateurs,” he adds.
I feel myself going weak at his attention. All I can manage is a moan. So instead of making sense of what’s happening, I let myself feel.
He smiles against my thigh, and then I feel a finger entering me as the belt buckle continues its assault on my clit.
Holy hell.I can feel my orgasm building faster than ever.
My hips start moving in tandem with Vicente’s finger, then he adds another, going in so deep, I can’t contain the scream of pleasure that escapes my lips.
I’m suddenly blinded by my impending orgasm, and all I can do is enjoy it as I continue to gyrate my hips.
“That was beautiful, wife. Are you ready to take my cock?” Vicente asks as he licks the belt buckle, and I swear another jolt of pleasure hits my core.
I nod impatiently as he gently lays on top of me, quickly making work of removing my bra, then my panties.
“Do you want me to use protection? I’m clean,” he asks, breathing hard through his nose.
I can see how hard he’s trying to contain himself.
“No, it’s okay. I’m clean…”
I haven’t even finished saying the words when I yelp at his sudden invasion.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern evident in his eyes.
“No, no. It’s just that I feel so full right now. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Understanding dawns on him, and he immediately stops moving.
Leaning down, he starts trailing kisses up my neck. I begin to relax and get used to his size as he continues his ministrations.
I kiss his cheek, his jaw—everywhere that I can. I’ve been ogling him more than I care to admit, but as I explore his body, I realize the real Vicente is even better than any fantasy I could have imagined. His skin is soft, and his scent is intoxicating. His hair is thick, and I love the feel of it in my hands. I can’t get enough of him.
The moment I move my hips, he looks at me, and I nod at him. A silent conversation between us, like we’re old lovers who have done this dance thousands of times before.
He starts moving slowly, in and out. I’m so wet, he practically slips in without any friction. It feels so good that I start panting, and Vicente picks up speed.
“You like that, wife? Do you like how I make you mine?”
All I can manage to do is moan, and that’s enough for Vicente to piston in and out of me.
“You drive me crazy, wife.”
I feel the orgasm building, and instead of speaking, I take deep breaths to ride it out.
The moment I dig my nails into Vicente’s back, I feel him pushing deeper inside of me, hitting my G-spot. I ride one pleasure wave after the other. When I release a breath through my mouth, Vicente finally lets go, and I can feel him spasming inside me.
Once our breathing has calmed down, Vicente collapses on top of me, and feeling him chuckle makes me happy.
“I take it, you liked it?” I ask him.
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “Liked it? Wife, if you just liked that, then I suck at this and need to fuck you thoroughly.”
A fit of laughter escapes me, and my movement makes Vicente’s cock stir inside me.