Sarah knew Carlos was freaky. He just looked like he would be the type that would have a woman’s body in all sorts of fucked up positions doing some kinky-ass shit she would probably be ashamed to admit later. But that was the also part of the reason why she and every other woman was so attracted to him. He made a girl want to do the freaky-deeky naughty shit.
Sarah was that girl.
They say the quiet ones are the worst and Sarah quietly snickered at the thought. There was no other explanation why she was laying on her back, spread eagle and holding her ankles.
“Don’t be nervous,” Carlos spoke quietly as if he read Sarah’s mind, “if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop anytime.”
“Okay,” she replied meekly, still unsure what was happening.
Carlos was now at a doggystyle-type position, with all of his weight balanced between his arms and thighs. He shifted his weight to his right arm as his left hand slid his cock inside Sarah’s eager pussy. Once he was in, Carlos gently sat back as if he was sitting on top of her. He began rocking ever-so-gently letting Sarah get used to the new friction. She didn’t need too much time.
Between Carlos rocking in between her legs and having them stretched-out far and wide, Sarah was in orgasmic heaven. Carlos gently eased his cock in and out at first but soon picked up a furious thrusting pace.
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