El Desayuno

I wakeup in Paisita’s soft bed, sunlight filtering throuh the curtains, when this voluptuous Latina goddess walks in carrying a tray of breakfast. She sets it aside with a naughty smile, her full curves barely contained in a tiny silk robe, and purrs, “First I get my breakfast… and you’re it, Papi.” She climbs onto the bed, pushes the sheets down, and wraps her warm lips around my morning hardness, moaning softly as she takes me deep. Her tongue swirls hungrily while her dark eyes lock onto mine, sucking slow and deliberate, making me throb harder with every wet glide. She doesn’t stop until I’m gripping the sheets, exploding down her throat as she swallows every drop like it’s the best meal she’s ever had.