I straddled Puerto Rico’s sun-kissed beaches, lured by the promise of a cock as thick as the palm trees that swayed in the breeze. My eyes locked onto the prize: Carlos, his dick jutting out like a proud flag, begging to be sucked.
As I approached, he flashed a devilish grin, his dark hair mussed from a morning fuck with the sheets still tangled around his hips. The salty air thickened as my tongue darted out to wet my lips, anticipation of the cock that awaited me making them tingle like the porn videos we’d devoured together.
I dropped to my knees, and Carlos’ dick sprang up like a soldier at attention. I wrapped my fingers around its rigid length, feeling the weight of it in my palm as I began to suck. The tip hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed, my mouth working his cock like a skilled blowjob artist.
Carlos groaned, one hand cradling the back of my head as he guided me up and down his dick. My lips slid off, leaving a glistening trail on his shaft, and I looked up to see him watching me with an intensity that made my dick harden in my shorts.
I took him deep again, the sound of our ragged breathing and the slap of my mouth against his cock the only soundtrack we needed. Carlos’ fingers tightened, and he started to pump into my mouth, his fat load building with every thrust.
Suddenly, he was shooting his cum down my throat like a firehose, the salty taste exploding on my tongue as I swallowed every drop of his release. I pulled back, gasping for air, and gazed up at Carlos, his face flushed and triumphant. He was mine, body and cock, and in this moment, nothing else mattered.
