Paloma entered the loft barefoot – she carried her high heels in her hand ... as we faced each other. Her voice was deep, almost hoarse.
She wore a short shirt that showed her flat stomach, un... no uncertainty. Only calculated allure and passion.
While I checked the lighting, she was already posing in front of the lenses ... her nipples stiffened with her breath, dark and full.
“Gustas mis tetas?” she asked boldly. I laughed, couldn't hide my excitement ... “Not just photos,” she whispered. “You desire me too.”
I nodded. Slowly, she squatted in front of me, her hands gliding along her thighs ... her eyes looking upward, dark and flickering with lust.
I moaned. She pulled back briefly, grinned: “Te gusta ...” she said, leaning in and licking clean. “Nothing is wasted,” she murmured.
She stood in front of the window, spread her legs. With veins prominent ... she threw herself toward me, rhythmic, longing.
The moment we both came was silent, save for our breathing ... she licked herself clean and whispered: “This was just the beginning.”