As I lay on my back, my dick pulsing with anticipation, the lights of the porn studio flickered above me. Alejandro’s rugged face creased into a sensual smile as he straddled my chest, his cock towering above me like a mighty phallus.
“Fue un error,” Carlos whispered in my ear, a Venezuelan accent dripping with lust, “but I want to correct it.” He grasped the base of his dick, and I felt my mouth water at the sight. My hand reached up, craving the smooth skin and veined meat that awaited me.
I wrapped my lips around the crown, and Carlos let out a low groan as I began to suck. His cock throbbed in my mouth, the pre-cum a salty nectar that teased my taste buds. I savored each inch, feeling it grow harder with every passing second, until finally, he was deep within my throat.
As I bobbed up and down, Carlos’s fingers delved into my hair, guiding my head with a firm yet tender touch. His hips jerked forward, his cock slamming against the back of my throat in a raw, primal rhythm. The studio lights seemed to spin around us, the world reduced to two bodies, connected by the urgent need for release.
My tongue danced along the ridges and valleys of his dick, drawing out each drop of pleasure like a skilled porn star. Carlos’s eyes rolled back, his cock glistening with anticipation as he prepared to unleash a torrent of cum upon my eager face. And when it came, I was ready, my mouth open wide to receive the hot, sticky load that would forever seal our connection in this moment of raw, unbridled lust.
