I straddled him on the bed, my shiny satin suit creaking with each shift of my hips as I worked his dick through the fabric. His eyes locked onto mine, hungry for a glimpse of the porn-worthy scene we were creating. My Puerto Rican heat radiated off me like a tropical storm, and I could feel the electricity in the air crackling with anticipation.
His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me closer as he devoured my mouth with his tongue. The taste of mint from his morning breath only added to the raw, animalistic passion taking over our bodies. My tie was askew, a rebellious flag waving against the rules of propriety as I suckled his earlobe.
With one hand, I grasped his cock, feeling its length and girth in my palm, and gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze. His hips bucked beneath me in response, the bed creaking with each thrust of his pelvis. My other hand tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as I prepared to give him the blowjob he so desperately craved.
The tip of his penis grazed my lips, and I opened wide, taking him deep into my mouth. His cock pulsed against my tongue, a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. My satin-clad bulge ground against his thigh, the friction building with each suck, each pull back, and each thrust forward.
As we rode the wave of pleasure together, our bodies entwined in a sweaty, gasping mess of desire, I knew this was more than just a hookup – it was a gay, Puerto Rican love affair for the ages. And as we climaxed in a tangle of limbs, our moans mingling with the creaking of the bed and the soft give of the mattress, I knew this shiny satin suit bulge would never be forgotten.
