Mi Amor
Then he began fucking me, slowly at first, then harder, with longer strokes, and I knew there was more to love than I had even dreamed of.
“Mi amor, mi corazón, mi cielo,” he murmured, caressing my body with his work-roughened hands as his dick plowed my ass. I didn’t need a dictionary to know he was calling me his love, his heart, his sky. I wanted to say the same things back to him, but I couldn’t speak; I was absorbed in the act of receiving his love.