I moved my hands up her back, to her neck as I kiss her. Breaking the kiss, I moved my hand down to her shoulders and removed the straps holding the b...a in place. Moving my hands further down, I pushed the bra down and expose her puffy tits with hardened nipples.She moved her head to kiss me, and as our lips met, she could see my hunger for her in my eyes. Recognizing someone wanting her so damn much, she started kissing furiously. Moaning in my mouth, I squeezed her perfectly shaped tits,. ..”She shook her head, her jet-black locks shaking out like she was trying to shake something loose. “Then tell me what possible risks I might face.” Then she dropped the blanket with her face only a few inches from mine.I tried not to look down. I wanted to maintain eye contact, but she was making it difficult. Finally, my brain found the right gear for my mouth and I said, “There are possible side effects of the bond here that I’ve never encountered.”She moved up, sitting on her heels, and. He had the ecstatic look of a pain junkie, as his eyes plainly beseeched me for more of the same.I pulled my cock all the way out, waited a few seconds, and then slammed my knob back into him. As I began to repeat this process, I also gripped hold of his balls harshly and began to squeeze and tug on them. The euphoric look on his face and the rumbling grunts from him left one in no doubt that Ilyich was in seventh heaven. Once I commenced spearing into him in a staccato fashion, my right hand. Not bad for a gringo, huh?"Jose and Maria continued to look shocked but went back to what they were doing. Hector, still blushing with anger and shame, stomped off and disappeared out the back door. Trista smirked at him as he left, making little effort to hide her expression. She turned to me once the door slammed behind him. "Not bad at all," she said in English.Things got a little slow in the taco joint around 3:30 that afternoon. Hector, still sullen and uncommunicative, grabbed a mop and a.