Novel & Cerita Mexican Lust

Even as pure lust leaped through him, Diego wanted to laugh. It was time she accepted that he was a Martinez del Río and like every Martinez del Río starting with the sixteenth century, he didn’t take orders… he handed them out. His tongue delved deep in a bold invasion. A piercing, unbearable sweetness shot through Jacqueline followed by a fierce wave of heat. Dizzy, she locked her arms around his neck to keep her balance, and as he released her tingling lips, she struggled to catch her breath against his shoulder.

She was just too horny, and she couldn't think of anything else apart from sex. Alejandro didn't know why but he broke into a big smile. He wasn't himself anymore. He was suddenly possessed. Possessed by an unforeseen force called lust. His hands explored Marisa's sexy body from her tight, firm àss to her smooth pússy then up to her big bréasts. He then opened her legs, and his cóck protruded high above her legs. Marisa gave hus cóck one last squeeze. He could tell she was measuring the length of my cóck, wondering if she could take it all in.

He looked at his clothes and got out of them, wearing one of the bathrobes. He stared at the sleeping figure or Aurora for a while. Every single second he waited for her to be his wife was increasing his hunger to make her his. Lust was certainly a strong emotion! Liam was about to leave but he recalled what his father told her about Aurora being on the Mexican's hit list. His eyes changed instantly and he touched her cheek with the back of his fingers, "No one can touch you, Little one. No one except for me has the right to torture you."

Alex's POV: I let out a small moan, my eyes droopy as I watched the young maiden swallow my cock. Her face was red and her cheeks were hollowed, Elizabeth? Mary? I couldn't remember her name infact I couldn't remember any of the maidens names. Their face all looked a blur to me. She gags as my cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes tear up and she struggles for air but she continues trying to force my dick down her throat.

he cursed as his hands gripped my ass to stop my movement I didn't stop, instead I grinded faster. “Are you saying if I have my legs open with my pussy dripping, you won't touch me?" I asked and he cursed. "You won't want to taste it? Eat my pussy until I'm cumming on your tongue over and over again and then finally reward me with your cock.” His hand found my jaw as he looked at me. “Who says taking you to Mexico means you might earn my cock?" He asked and I smirked. He didn't know it yet, but I've already made up my mind.

A fucking wrecked cunt. “Meirda.” He swears in Mexican. The first stroke of his brush sweeps the thick mould of my pussy down to my clit. “Ahhh…” My legs clap from the wild shock. Waves of vibration shoot through me, more visible over my legs as they tremble on the table.

My ass burned, tears gathered in my eyes beneath the blindfold, and my pussy dripped down my thighs from the pain and humiliation. “You poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, rubbing the stinging flesh. “Look at how wet you are from being spanked like a naughty little maid.” His fingers slid down, gathering my slickness before pushing two thick digits inside me without warning. I moaned loudly at the sudden stretch. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside me. “You’re clenching so desperately around my fingers,” he growled. “All that time listening to me fuck other women… and this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Sienna didn’t sleep well that night. Every shadow in her apartment seemed longer, darker, more alive. Every distant horn, every creak of the building settling, felt amplified, as if the city itself were conspiring with Lucian’s presence. Her thoughts kept returning to him, to the intensity in his eyes, the edge in his voice, the unrelenting pull she couldn’t resist.

It was like chewing air—it satisfied momentarily, but left the hunger even greater, a deep craving for real flesh, someone else's sweat, and hot cum. Panting, Carla sat up in bed, her legs trembling, her heart pounding hard in her chest. "Days without fucking turn me into this, damn it. Endless meetings with those suited assholes leave me dry during the day, but at night... at night I turn into a hungry slut, ready for any cock that shows up," she thought, recalling the previous day. Flashback to the office: seated in a glass-walled conference room, surrounded by tie-wearing executives discussing mergers and acquisitions, Carla had felt the lust surge out of nowhere, perhaps the smell of mas

God, she felt so good and her passionate cries of "Oye! Oye! Oye, yo quiero tus chorizo!" Made me not want to stop, but we soon found that we didn't have much room on the couch. I got up and pulled her up to me, kissed her deeply for a few minutes, then I reached down and picked her up and carried my Mexican lover to the bedroom.