Chapter 2: Dinner with Nacho
The scent of garlic and herbs filled the apartment as Charly stirred the pasta sauce on the stove, his heart pounding in his chest like a metronome. The clatter of pots and pans mixed with the soft hum of the classical music playing in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and charged with anticipation.
Sara moved gracefully around the kitchen, her long wavy black hair cascading over her shoulders as she adjusted the table settings. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of nervousness, reflecting the chandelier light dancing above the dining table.
The table was set with elegance and simplicity, adorned with an array of candles flickering gently and a vase brimming with vibrant flowers. The scent of the atmosphere was a symphony of rich pasta sauce, garlic, and the faint sweetness of the wine that breathed seduction into the air.
Sara had traded her casual attire for a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in soft waves, cascading down her back, and her makeup was subtle but accentuated her features.
She looked incredible, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride, jealousy, and arousal as I took her in.
The doorbell rang, and Sara straightened her dress, taking a deep breath before heading to the door. I followed behind her, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment we had been building up to since she set up her Tinder profile.
As Sara opened the door, Nacho stepped inside, a confident smile on his face. He was dressed in a crisp, dark blue button-down shirt and black jeans that hugged his muscular frame.
His dark hair was styled in a fashionable cut, and his blue eyes sparkled with a mix of confidence and mischief. "Nacho," Sara greeted him with a smile, stepping aside to let him in. "It's been a long time."
"Sara, you look incredible," Nacho replied, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "It's been too long. You haven't changed a bit."
I stepped forward, extending my hand towards him. "I'm Charly, Sara's partner. Nice to meet you, Nacho."
Nacho turned his attention to me, his handshake firm and confident.
"Charly, right? Nice to finally meet you. Sara's told me a lot about you." I could see the curiosity in his eyes, the subtle gleam that hinted at the promise of the night ahead.
"Likewise," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Make yourself at home, Nacho. Can I get you a drink?"
Nacho nodded, a playful grin spreading across his face. "A glass of that wine you mentioned earlier would be perfect. Thanks."
As I poured him a glass, I could feel Sara's eyes on me, her gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude.
She mouthed a silent "thank you" as she glanced at me over Nacho's shoulder.
Nacho took the glass from me, his fingers brushing against mine as he raised it to his lips. "Thanks, man," he said, taking a sip before turning his attention back to Sara. "So, how have you been? It's been too long since we last caught up."
Sara smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've been good. Kept busy with work, hitting the gym, exploring some new... interests." She let the words hang in the air, her voice laced with a subtle innuendo.
Nacho's eyes narrowed, picking up on the not-so-subtle hint. His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile, and he took another sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving Sara's.
"Exploring new interests, hmm? That sounds interesting. Maybe you can share some of those interests with me over dinner," he said, his voice low and measured.
Sara's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't miss a beat. "Maybe I will," she responded, her voice smooth and confident.
I watched the exchange, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to keep my composure.
Sara took a deep breath, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress. "Why don't we start with some small talk? Catch up on old times, you know?" she suggested, her voice steady despite the sexual tension that was beginning to fill the room.
Nacho nodded, taking another sip of his wine. So, how's the design agency treating you these days? Still killing it with your designs?" he asked, his voice casual and confident.
Sara laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "You know me, always trying to push the boundaries and come up with something new and exciting.
But enough about work, let's talk about you. What have you been up to these past few years?" Sara asked, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.
Nacho leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his wine before responding. "Well, I've been keeping busy with work too. I've also been doing a lot of traveling, trying to see as much of the world as I can. But recently, I've been exploring some new... hobbies." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Hobbies, huh? Like what?" Sara asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving Nacho's.
Nacho set his glass down, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. "Well, you know how I've always been into fitness and all that. But lately, I've been exploring other ways to... push my limits. To really challenge myself."
Sara raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really?
Nacho's eyes darkened, his smile turning predatory. He leaned in closer to Sara, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
"I've been into some pretty kinky shit, Sara. The kind of stuff that makes your heart race and your body ache for more."
Sara's breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and intrigue. "Like what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nacho's eyes flicked to me briefly, a silent question passing between us. I nodded almost imperceptibly, giving him my consent to continue. He turned back to Sara, his voice a low growl. "Like tying someone up, making them beg for it.
Making them scream your name while you fuck them raw and hard," Nacho said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the intensity behind it sent a shiver down Sara's spine.
She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to process the sudden change in atmosphere. The room was filled with an electric charge, the air thick with desire and anticipation.
"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Nacho's. "That sounds... intense."
Nacho's smile widened, his eyes never leaving hers. "It is. But you can handle it, can't you, Sara?
You're not some fragile little thing. You're a strong, capable woman who knows what she wants. And I can give it to you," Nacho said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her entire body.
Sara felt a sudden surge of heat between her legs, her pussy clenching at the thought of Nacho taking control, making her beg. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I... I think I can handle it. I want to try."
Nacho leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Good girl.
You want to try, huh?" Nacho's voice was a low rumble, and Sara could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her. He reached up, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
"Yes," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned to look at me, her green eyes seeking my approval. I nodded slowly, a sense of pride and jealousy coursing through me as I watched her take the lead.
Nacho's hand trailed down her neck, following the curve of her collarbone before settling on the swell of her breast.
He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the fabric of her dress. "You're so beautiful, Sara," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sara gasped at the sudden touch, her breath hitching in her throat. She looked at me again, her eyes wide and vulnerable. I nodded, giving her an encouraging smile. This was what she wanted, what we both wanted. I trusted her, and I trusted Nacho.
Emboldened by my nod, Nacho's hand continued its exploration, tracing the outline of her breast before moving lower, over her abdomen, and finally settling on her thigh.
He gave it a gentle squeeze, his fingers lingering on the soft skin, inching higher and higher.
Sara's eyes fluttered closed as Nacho's touch sent shivers down her spine. She parted her legs slightly, giving him better access, her body responding to his touch even before her mind could fully process what was happening.
Nacho's fingers traced the hem of her dress, dipping beneath the fabric to brush against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You're so responsive, Sara.
I can feel how much you want this." His fingers slid higher, brushing against the thin fabric of her panties.
Her breath hitched, her hips instinctively pressing against his touch. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a gasp.
I watched from the other side of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the scene unfolding before me. I could see the goosebumps rising on Sara's skin, the way her body arched towards Nacho's touch. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so desperate for more, sent a surge of arousal and jealousy coursing through me.
I knew I should look away, but I couldn't. I was captivated by the raw, primal display of desire unfolding before me.
Nacho's fingers continued their exploration, dipping beneath the edge of her panties to trace the slick, wet seam of her pussy. Sara gasped, her hips pressing against his hand as if begging for more. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto mine. The raw, desperate heat in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
Nacho's fingers slid deeper, plunging into her wetness as he began to stroke her slowly, deliberately.
"You're so fucking wet, Sara," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're begging for it, aren't you? Begging to be filled."
Sara's breath came in ragged gasps, her head thrown back as she rode Nacho's hand. She nodded, unable to form words, her body consumed by the raw, primal need building within her.
Nacho's eyes locked onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continued to finger Sara, his movements growing more forceful, more demanding. "Look at her, Charly. She's a fucking greedy little slut, isn't she?
Nacho taunted, his fingers pumping faster, harder. "Look at how she's taking my fingers, Charly. Imagine what her pussy's going to feel like when it's wrapped around my cock."
I couldn't respond, my mouth dry as I watched Sara's body writhe and buck against Nacho's hand. Her breaths came in sharp, desperate gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she chased her release. The sight of her, so wanton and hungry, was both intoxicating and agonizing.
Nacho's thumb found her clit, circling and rubbing it in time with his fingers fucking her.
"That's it, Sara. Take my fingers like a good little slut," he growled, his hand moving faster, harder.
Sara's moans filled the room, her hips thrusting against Nacho's hand, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. "Oh God, yes! Right there, right there!" she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Nacho watched her come undone, a cruel smile on his face. Look at how she fucking comes for me.
She's such a filthy little slut, isn't she, Charly?" Nacho taunted, his fingers still buried deep inside Sara's pussy. Her body shuddered with aftershocks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I nodded, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants as I watched her come apart. "Yes, she is," I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire and jealousy.
Nacho smirked, withdrawing his fingers from Sara's trembling body. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine as he tasted her on his fingers. "Fucking delicious. She's so fucking sweet.
I can feel her cream all over my fingers," Nacho murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I think she needs more, though." He turned his attention back to Sara, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Stand up, Sara. Show me what you've got."
Sara complied, her legs shaking slightly as she pushed herself up from the couch. She stood before him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, her dress riding up to expose her bare thighs. Nacho's gaze traveled up her body, pausing briefly at the swell of her breasts before settling on her face.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.
Sara obeyed, turning to face me, her back to Nacho. He ran his hands over her curves, appreciating the shape of her body. "Such a beautiful ass. I can't wait to fuck this tight little hole."
Nacho slowly peeled the dress off her, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. He tossed the dress aside and traced the line of her lace thong with his fingers. "So fucking sexy," he murmured before snapping the flimsy fabric with a sudden, forceful tug. Sara gasped, her body tensing as the cool air kissed her bare skin.
Nacho's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Bend over, Sara. I want to see that tight little pussy," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Sara complied, bending at the waist and bracing herself against the arm of the couch. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of nervous anticipation and arousal. I trusted Nacho to take care of her, to give her the pleasure she craved.
Nacho ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.
"Fuck, Sara, your ass is perfect. I can't wait to fuck this tight little hole," he growled. The sight of Sara, bent over and completely at his mercy, sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He could feel his cock straining against his jeans, desperate to be released.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck. "I want to taste you, Sara," he whispered in her ear. "I want to eat that sweet little pussy until you're begging for my cock."
He trailed kisses down her spine, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her.
Sara shuddered at the sensation, her breath coming in short gasps. When his lips finally reached her pussy, she let out a soft moan.
"Mmm, look at this wet little cunt. It's dripping for me, isn't it, Sara?" Nacho murmured, his voice thick with lust. He spread her lips with his fingers, exposing her clit and the glistening entrance to her pussy. He blew a soft stream of air onto her, causing her to shudder again.
"Yes, Nacho," she whimpered, pushing her hips back towards his face, desperate for more contact.
Nacho chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Sara's spine. "You're so fucking eager, aren't you? You want my tongue on your little cunt, don't you?" He gave her ass another hard squeeze, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Yes, please," Sara begged, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Nacho didn't make her wait any longer. He dove in, his tongue lapping at her pussy like a wild animal, tasting every inch of her.
He could feel her body shaking with the force of his tongue as he circled her clit, flicking it with just the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy. Sara moaned loudly, her hands gripping the couch as she bucked her hips against his face.
"Fuck, your pussy tastes so good," Nacho groaned, his voice muffled by her wetness. He plunged his tongue deep into her, fucking her with it as she grinded against his face. He could feel her juices coating his face, and he loved every second of it.
He was in control, and Sara was his for the taking. He fucked her with his tongue, his fingers digging into her ass, feeling her body tense and relax with every movement. Sara was moaning and grinding against his face, her body moving in time with his tongue.
"Oh god, Nacho, right there, right there!" she screamed, her hips moving faster and faster. Her breath was coming in short gasps now, her body tensing up as she was about to come.
Nacho could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, and he knew she was close.
He pulled back slightly, teasing her, making her chase the sensation. "Fuck, Sara, you're so close. I can feel it," he growled, his voice muffled against her wetness. He looked up, meeting my gaze from across the room. "Is this what you want, Charly? Do you want to see her come all over my face?"
I nodded, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants as I watched the scene unfold. Sara was panting, her body begging for release. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and desperation. "Please, Nacho. I need to come.
Please."
Nacho smiled wickedly, his voice a low rumble. "Beg for it, Sara. Beg me to make you come."
Sara's body shook with the force of her need, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Please make me come. I need it so fucking bad," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Nacho's eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You hear that, Charly? Your little slut wants to come.
Beg for it," Nacho demanded, his voice thick with lust and control. I need to come. Make me come. Please." Sara begged, her voice a desperate plea as she pushed her hips back against his face, hungry for more.
Nacho chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her ass as he spread her wide. "You want to come? You want my tongue to make you come? Beg for it, you filthy little slut."
"Yes, please! God, yes. Make me come. I need it. I can't take it anymore," Sara cried out, her body shaking with need.
"Please, Nacho, please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you."
Nacho chuckled, his fingers still buried deep inside her as he held her pussy open with his other hand. "Say it again, Sara. Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock," she screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation. "I want you to fuck me. Please, Nacho.
Nacho grinned, stood up, and unbuckled his belt. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his thick, hard cock springing free.
"Now, tell Charly how much you want my cock in your pussy, Sara" Nacho says as he grabs his cock getting it ready.
"Tell him how badly you want to feel me inside of you."
Sara, still bent over with her ass in the air and pussy wet from Nacho's tongue, looks at me with a desperate need in her eyes. "Please, Charly. I need his cock inside of me. I need to feel him stretching me. I'm so fucking hungry for it. I need Nacho to fuck me. Please let him fuck me."
Nacho laughs, a low, dark laugh that sends shivers down my spine. "Fuck, you are a naughty little slut, aren't you, Sara? Look how wet your little pussy is.
It's so fucking ready for my cock, isn't it?" Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against her wetness. Sara moaned, her hips pushing back against him, desperate to feel him inside her. Please fuck me," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.
I watched as Nacho teased her, rubbing his cock against her pussy, coating it with her juices. Sara whimpered, her body shaking with need.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Sara?
You want to feel my big cock stretching that tight little cunt of yours?" Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust as he lined his cock up with her entrance.
Sara moaned, a desperate, needy sound that sent a surge of arousal coursing through me. "Yes, please, Nacho. Fuck me. I need your cock inside of me. I need to feel you filling me up," she begged, her voice a pleading whisper.
Nacho chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to feel every fucking inch of me, Sara.
Every fucking inch," Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her wet, eager pussy. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to thrust into her, inch by agonizing inch.
Sara let out a low moan, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She pushed back against him, desperate to take more, to feel more. "Fuck, you're so big," she gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. "You like that, don't you?
You like feeling my big cock stretching that little pussy of yours," Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust as he continued to push deeper and deeper into Sara's tight, wet heat. Sara moaned in response, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way she'd never felt before.
"Yes, I like it," Sara gasped, her hands gripping the couch cushions for support as Nacho started to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Fuck, Nacho, you're so fucking big.
It's been so long since I've felt something this big inside me," Sara moaned, her body adjusting to the size of him as he thrust deeper and deeper.
Nacho chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's right, you little slut. You've been missing out, haven't you? You've been craving a real cock, a cock that can fill you up and make you scream."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Is that what you want, Sara? You want to scream for me?
You want to feel my cock pounding into you, making you forget everything else? You want to feel every inch of me, fucking you raw until you can't take it anymore?" Nacho growled, his voice low and filled with lust.
Sara nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, fuck, yes. I want that. I need it," she begged, her body shaking with need.
Nacho threw his head back and laughed, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down Sara's spine. "Fucking perfect," he murmured, his hips snapping forward as he began to fuck her in earnest.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her moans and his harsh groans. Sara's body rocked with each thrust, her tits bouncing wildly with the force of his movements.
"Oh fuck, Nacho. Your cock feels so good. So fucking big and hard," Sara moaned, her voice thick with lust and desperation. Her fingers gripped the cushions tighter, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life.
Nacho's hands gripped her hips like a vice, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, impaling her on his cock with each thrust.
"That's right, Sara. Take my cock, you little slut. Take every fucking inch of it," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Sara gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as she felt him filling her completely. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body desperate for more. "Fuck, yes! she cried out, her hips moving faster and faster as she chased her release.
Nacho's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers bruising her soft skin as he fucked her harder, faster. "Is this what you want, Sara?
You want me to fuck you like a little whore? You want to feel my cock pounding into you, making you scream?" Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Sara's breath hitched in her throat, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. "Yes," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I want that. I need it."
Nacho's grip on her hips tightened even more, his fingers digging painfully into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her with brutal force.
Sara cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of his thrusts. The sound of his balls slapping against her clit sent electric shocks through her system, threatening to push her over the edge.
Meanwhile, I couldn't take it anymore. Watching Sara, my lovely girlfriend, getting absolutely destroyed by Nacho's massive cock was too much for me to bear. I unzipped my pants, letting my hard little cock spring free. I looked down at it, a pathetic little thing compared to Nacho's monster cock, but it was mine and it was desperate for release. I began to stroke it, my hand moving up and down the length in time with Nacho's brutal thrusts.
Sara's eyes flicked to me, seeing me stroking my cock as I watched her being fucked. A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched me. "Fuck, Charly.
Look at you, jerking off and watching me take that big cock. You like watching him destroy your little girlfriend, don't you?" Sara taunted, her voice thick with lust and desire as she looked over her shoulder at me.
I groaned, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock as I watched Nacho's massive cock disappear into Sara's tight little body. "Yes, Sara. I fucking love it. I love watching you take that big cock like a good little slut," I admitted, my voice raw with desire and jealousy.
I could feel my orgasm building, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock as I watched Nacho fuck Sara with brutal force.
Sara's eyes locked onto mine, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Fuck, Charly, I'm close. I'm so fucking close. Please, let me come," she begged, her body shaking with the force of Nacho's thrusts.
Nacho chuckled darkly, his voice a low rumble. "You want to come, don't you, Sara? You want to come all over my cock while your little boyfriend watches?
You want to feel your tight little pussy clenching around me while he jerks off in the corner, don't you?"
Sara's body shuddered at his words, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Oh god, yes, I want that. I want to come all over your cock while he watches."
Nacho laughed darkly, the sound sending shivers down Sara's spine.
"You're gonna come for me, Sara, aren't you? You're gonna come all over my cock while your little boyfriend watches you like a good little slut."
Sara moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, fuck, yes, I'm gonna come." she panted, her hips moving faster to meet Nacho's brutal thrusts.
"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Take it all, you little fuck toy," Nacho growled, his voice thick with lust.
He grabbed a fistful of Sara's hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her with brutal force. You want to come all over my cock while your little boyfriend watches you like a good little whore?"
Sara could hardly breathe, her body shaking with the force of Nacho's thrusts. She nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, fuck, yes, I want to come. I need to come."
Nacho chuckled, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Sara's spine. "Not yet, you don't.
Not until I give you permission," Nacho snarled, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her even harder and faster. "You're not coming until I say so, got it?"
Sara could only manage a whimper in response, her body shaking and trembling as she chased her release. She could feel her orgasm building, threatening to consume her, but she knew better than to disobey Nacho's commands.
Nacho chuckled darkly, his hips snapping forward as he continued to punish her pussy with his massive cock.
"You've been such a good little slut, Sara," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "But now it's time for you to show your boyfriend what a true fucking whore you are. Turn around and take my cock in that filthy little mouth of yours." Nacho's grip on Sara's hip tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her off his cock, leaving her pussy aching and empty. Sara gasped, her body shaking with the sudden loss of his cock. She looked over her shoulder at Nacho, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what he wanted, and she was desperate to please him. She turned around, her body trembling with anticipation as she knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his massive, glistening cock. She tentatively licked her lips, her eyes flicking up to meet Nacho's gaze.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head down and towards his thick, glistening cock. The sight of her kneeling before him, her mouth mere inches from his cock, sent a surge of arousal coursing through me. I watched, my breath coming in short gasps as I stroked my cock faster and faster, my eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before me. The sight of Sara, my beautiful, willing girlfriend, about to take another man's cock in her mouth was intoxicating, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Nacho's grip on Sara's hair tightened, his cockhead brushing against her lips. "Open up, slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take my cock in that filthy little mouth of yours." I could see Sara's throat work as she swallowed, her eyes wide with anticipation and a touch of fear.
She was desperate to please Nacho, to take as much of his cock as possible.
Nacho's hips snapped forward, driving the head of his cock deep into Sara's mouth.
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy, for a moment to adjust. But Nacho was relentless, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with the same brutal force he had fucked her pussy.
Sara's eyes watered more, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up with his pace. She gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she tried to take his cock deeper and deeper.
The saliva poured from her mouth, coating his shaft with her spit. She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate, as she struggled to breathe.
I watched as Nacho forced her to take more and more of his cock, her moans vibrating around his thick length. Her mouth was stretched wide, her lips pulled tight around his shaft as he fucked her face with brutal force. Her cheeks were hollowed out, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps between thrusts. Tears streamed down her face, her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks. I could see the strain in her eyes, the desperation as she tried to please him, to take as much of him as possible.
Nacho's grip on her hair tightened, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her face with increased speed and force.
Sara's eyes watered more, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up with his brutal pace. She gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she tried to take more of him. Suddenly, Nacho let out a low groan, his body tensing as his orgasm approached. Take it all. Take every fucking drop," he growled, his voice thick with lust. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest as I stroked my cock, desperate to see what would happen next. Nacho's body shivered, his cock throbbing in Sara's mouth as he came, his hot cum spurting down her throat. Sara's eyes widened in shock as she felt the warm, salty liquid filling her mouth, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she swallowed every drop, a look of defiance and submission in her eyes as she looked at me. Licking her lips, she caught a stray drop of cum, her eyes never leaving mine. "Did you like that, Charly?" she taunted, her voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Did you like watching me take his cum like a good little slut?"
I groaned, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock as I watched her. I couldn't deny it, I fucking loved it. I loved watching her take his cum, watching her swallow every drop like a good little slut.
Nacho chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Fuck, you are a dirty little whore, aren't you, Sara?
Look at you, licking every last drop of my cum from my cock like a good little slut," Nacho taunted, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Seeing Sara on her knees, her face a mess of tears and spit, her lips wrapped around his cock as she cleaned him with her tongue was enough to send me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene unfolding before me, the sight of my lovely girlfriend servicing another man too much to bear. "That's right, Charly," Sara purred, her eyes locked onto mine as she licked the underside of Nacho's cock, catching the last remnants of his cum. "Watch me take his cum.
Watch me swallow it down like a greedy little slut," Sara moaned, her eyes locked onto mine as she took Nacho's thick, glistening cock back into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around his shaft, cleaning every inch of him.
He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her head up and down his length. "Fuck, Sara. That feels so fucking good. You're a dirty little cocksucker, aren't you? You love the taste of my cum, don't you?" Nacho murmured, pulling Sara up by her hair so she was eye level with him. He looked down at her, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You look like you could use a break though, don't you?"
Sara nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Nacho chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he wiped away a stray tear. "Why don't we take a little break, get some dinner, and then we can continue our fun."
Nacho's words sent a shiver down my spine, the thought of continuing this depraved display both exhilarating and terrifying. I watched as Sara nodded, her eyes casting a glance in my direction as she tried to gauge my reaction.
"Okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.