he can’t think straight. His bones are like goo, his body a mind of its own.
miguel’s shaking away the mist from his mind, which continues to cloud his judgment.
his hair, which is slick with sweat, drips onto his forehead, and onto his naked and gleaming pecks. It’s more ragged than how it’s usually styled.
each harsh thrust of his hips continues to bounce the loose curls, in tandem with the clap and recoil of your plump ass.
“fuck, tesoro.” the sight alone made the man behind you groan loudly, causing him to grip at your hips harder.
leaning down towards your backside, Miguel shoved his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet, tangy scent.
he continued to batter his way inside your fleshy, gummy walls. Almost as if trying to get his thick cock to impliment its shape into your quivering hole.
“miguel…” whimpering, you gripped at the sheets under you, pushing your hips back to meet with his thrusts to get him to hit deeper inside.
biting down on your neck, Miguel groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. His eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from it.
he began to speed up his thrusting, planting his feet onto the bed and slamming his hips onto your ass harder.
pulling back to move his hair out of his face, Miguel looked down to see where you both were connected, letting out a slight whimper at the sight of your fat pussy lips gripping at his dick. not wanting to let go of him.
“mierda. I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my seed, ¿entiendes?” He doesn’t even let you answer, because he’s already going back to wrapping his lips around your neck and grabbing at plump body. His hands snake around your large tits and wide waist to keep you in place.
even if you’d repeatedly asked for a break, if your legs shook from your orgasms, if you blacked out; this man wouldn’t let you go. At least, not until you’d squirted a few times and had lost the ability to walk the next day.
(miguel would definitely have a plus sized lover. It’s just in our Mexican nature!)
