Flaco’s fingers grasped my hips, pulling me closer as he plunged his cock deep within me. The bareback fuck was raw and primal, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. I felt every inch of that Puerto Rican dick slide in and out, the rhythmic pounding echoing through the air like a porn soundtrack.
My asshole clung to him, milking his cock for every drop of semen as he rode me hard. The sounds of our lust-filled coupling filled the room – my gasps for breath, Flaco’s grunts of pleasure, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. This was a gay mating ritual, primal and unbridled.
Flaco’s grip on my hips tightened, his cock driving deeper as he thrust into me with reckless abandon. I felt my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through me as Flaco’s cock hit that perfect spot within my ass. My mouth watered at the thought of returning the favor, of wrapping my lips around that thick Puerto Rican cock and giving him a blowjob that would leave him breathless.
But for now, I was his to fuck, his to claim. And he was doing just that – owning me with every stroke, every grunt of pleasure that escaped his lips. His cock throbbed within me, the semen beginning to spill from my ass as he came hard and fast.
I collapsed against him, spent and sated, my mouth still watering at the thought of giving him oral sex, of sucking that thick cock dry. But even in repose, I knew this was only the beginning – Flaco’s cock would be inside me again soon, and I couldn’t wait to feel it suck the air from my lungs once more.
