Brazilian Heat Chapter 2

I felt it coming and stopped all my movement. She on the other hand kept bobbing her head back and forth on my cock. Slurping and gurgling over my knob like it was the last time she was going to suck one. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. As I watch my cock slide past her luscious lips I grabbed a handful of her hair and held her steady as I began to unload into her mouth.

My hips spasmed and she kept sucking. My hips spasmed again and she sucked even harder. Drawing every ounce of cum into her mouth. My ass clenched up around her finger. Opening and closing involuntarily around it. I rocked my hips forward one last time shooting what was the last of my load and she kept sucking and swallowing. Even after I stopped cumming she continued to suck making sure she took every last ounce from me. Needless to say I was impressed and completely drained. No 'real' chick had done that to me before. She stood up and I could see she was now hard. I dropped to my knees and started worshipping her cock. I kissed the head of it, the sides of it, her balls as I was about to engulf it she abruptly stopped me.

“You come dance.” She said in her broken English dialect.

“Ehh?” I said confused.

She stepped out of the shower and said. “You come dance. Ehmm tonight?”

“Si, si.” I repeated.

With that she stepped out of the bathroom leaving me alone.

After I got out I went back to the bedroom and saw that she/he was gone. The crumpled and stained sheets were all that reminded me off our night. I dressed and went back to sleep. Just as I was nodding off there was a loud banging at my door.

“Open up, its the policia!”

I recognized Tony’s deep baritone.

I opened the door and they rushed me throwing me back on the bed.

“So how was she?” They asked simultaneously.

“She was actually pretty good.” I answered.

“We were downstairs having breakfast when we saw her walk out.” Jay said.