Taken Dalam Bahasa Gaul Novels & Stories

I walk downstairs to hear Hakeem teasing Gael in Spanish. “Caminas como un culiao. (You’re walking like someone who just had anal sex.)” Hakeem’s voice is edged with laughter. I look around the corner of the stairwell to see Hakeem rummaging through one of the cabinets while Gael is looking in the pantry. “No lo sería si no me hubieras dado el culo con tanta fuerza. (I wouldn't be if you hadn't pounded my ass so hard.)” Gael’s voice is muffled coming from inside the walk-in pantry.

He hangs suspended for a moment as his orgasm rips through him before he falls onto my chest, his face burrowed into my neck and his cock still burrowed deep inside of me. Suddenly, the clacking of a chair hitting the floor pulls both of our attention to Gael. He’s bolted up out of his chair and is ripping his clothes off. “¡Me toca! (My turn!)” he pants out heavily.

“Tan listo para mi boca. O mi culo. (So ready for my mouth. Or my ass.)” “If only you were here, Caramelo,” I nearly whimper. "Caramelo" is the nickname I gave Gael last time he visited. It means "candy" or "caramel." I told him it was because he tasted so sweet when he came in my mouth. “Do you know how hard I’d fuck your mouth? How sore your ass would be after I finished with you?” Gael, who until now was fully dressed, begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “I want you to get your fleshlight and the vibrating butt plug. Let me watch you play with yourself. Will you do that for me, Tesoro?”