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He opened his eyes and cast his gaze upwards, taking in the expression of his new Brazillian lover, her fine features displaying no small amount of pleasure as he went down on her, servicing her with a devotion she'd seemingly never experienced.
After a few minutes, her length wet and hard, pointing straight up as a few lines of clear pre and spit traced across the folds of her sack, he broke the seal of his kiss against the tip, letting it instead rest against his pale flushed cheek as he looked up at her, lips parted as he panted gently.
"W-what position do you want?..." He asked, kissing her cock ever so softly as her eyes flickered open to look down at him, half-lidded and lustful.
"C-can you... Be on top?" She suggested gently, the blush obvious even on the dark skin of her cheeks.
Smirking he nodded slightly and sat up, kneeling on the bed and scooching forward until he was above her cock, which now rested against his soft white ass.
"Like this?" He asked a little teasingly, looking down at her as he pressed his butt back against her shiny length.
Unable to speak, her dark hair splayed out over the pillow she merely nodded, her eyes on his as he smiled back, lifting himself up and raising a hand to his mouth before guiding it back between his cheeks.
She observed after a moment how he bit his lips, his own eyes becoming more desirous as he penetrated himself with a questing finger, just applying a little lube before the wet shaft of her steely length was guided to its mark by his delicate hand.
"Ready?" He asked gently, one hand on her side for support, the other on the base of her cock, holding it in place as his soft pale cheeks hugged her cherry tip.
"R-ready..." She agreed and watched him bite his lip again, an adorable sight as he focused on the point where they were due to meet.
Charlie let out a soft whimper as he felt the tip of her cock find its mark, the tight hot ring of his little hole parting slowly but steadily to accept the girth of her tip.
Izabel gripped his thighs and couldn't help but squeeze him as she felt an intensely hot pleasure spread around the tip of her cock. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the gorgeous, slender white boy as he moved both his hands to her sides, his ass slowly moving further and further down, letting gravity do most of the work as he sank her cock into his delicious ass.
"O-oh fuck..." She purred as wave after wave of new sensations rolled over her cock, her mind struggling to process just how good it all felt to be here, to be wanted, to be desired, to be buried in his young pale ass.
After a few inches he lifted himself back up again, drawing a breath from her, before he pushed back down, causing her to gasp, a rhythm developing in time with her breathing, slow but building to something greater.
For Charlie the pleasure was just as intense as it was for Izabel, each movement of her veined textured cock pressing in and out of his tight ring and sensitive tunnel pressed with increasing pressure against his G-spot, sending shivering waves of pleasure tingling up and down his arched spine.
His own cock started to bounce between his thighs as he rode her, more and more of her cock pressing deeper within him as he sped up the pace of his movements and the force of his downward thrusts against her.
Slowly she moved her hands to her own sides, resting them on his own which, after a moment he raised to meet hers, their hands turning till their palms pressed together, fingers splaying and interlocking, the two holding onto each other as they made love in the sweet evening heat of Brazil.
The air mingled with the sound of their breathing, her soft whimpers and the protesting creaks of he bed beneath them, the nerves and alcohol that before had slowed them down as he had gone through the paces of getting her hard now played in their favour, the same factors making her last longer than either of them thought she would, not that they minded, enjoying the constant rhythmic pleasure of their late night coupling.
His ass was so tight around her length that each long deep stroke felt like a fist squeezing tightly around her, milking her length and coaxing what she had to give her from heavy balls.
Minutes passed and their breathing became laboured with their continued efforts but no less filled with pleasure, his hands pinning hers above her head, their tongues dancing and mingling as he continued to roll his hips in a practised motion, using his body to maximise their pleasures.
Charlie felt a heat deep within him, a building sensation of pleasure stacking on pleasure, one he hadn't felt in a long time. Izabel, his Brazillian lover was taking so long to climax, something he usually managed to within ten minutes while in control, that the repeated pressure inside his ass was starting to draw him towards him own far messier finish.
He bit his lip, watching the intense array of emotions play across her beautifully exotic features and decided not to tell her he was drawing close, hoping to surprise her with the sensations he knew he was about to unleash on her.
Izabel felt his mouth find hers once again as he pinned her hands to the bed, something she was happy to allow as he rode her but there was something different, his kiss hot, hard and frantic as their lips joined, a moan caught between them.
She felt his pace falter, becoming less precise as he started to squeeze down on her, tight and hard, his ass rippling around her as it milked her length, a jet of something hot striking her stomach, once, twice, three times between their body as he rode her, slamming down harder on her cock as he came on her skin.
She arched her back and bit at his lip, the two moaning as her pleasure grew, her mind white with the sensations perverting her body and lewd thoughts perverting her mind, her desire reaching its peak as, just as his own climax was beginning to subside, hers erupted within him.
He felt her steely length harden further and pulse within him, twitching as he kept his ass impaled on her length, each obvious jerk of her length matching the sensations of her heavy nuts pressing up against his cheeks as she buried herself as deep as she could in time with each pulse.
Free of thought and drowning in pleasure Izabel let instinct guide her bodies motions, quickly overpowering his grip on her wrists to wrap her arms tight around him, pinning and trapping him against her body, breasts pressed tightly to him, his cum sticking to their bodies as she did her best to mate with his ass, hot jets of cum firing off deep within him, a liquid heat that radiated throughout him in waves of satisfaction and pleasure.
Slowly, her frantic short thrusts in time with the pulsing of her cock slowed, the flow of cum into his now well-used ass slowing to a trickle as they lay against each other, cum starting to flow out around the loosening seal of her now shrinking cock to flow down over her sack to soak the unfortunate sheets beneath them, their bodies joined by a thin sticky layer of his own spent seed.
They lay together through it all, breathing hard in the mess they had created together and Charlie felt her hands, one on his back, the other caressing through his hair, her grip gentle, but possessive.
"Do… Do you think we should get another shower?" She asked, voice soft and affectionate.
"Y-yeah…" He laughed softly, kissing her neck, soft and loving, "Then maybe we can go again?"
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