[MF] With No Further Ado: Here’s “That Feisty-Ass ?? Puerto Rican (Parts 1 & 2)” For You…

So, I had this little Puerto Rican/Italian vixen that I used to share intimate encounters with (We sort of fell out, and I told her to never contact me again.). I used to lick at her thick ass from the back burying my tongue deep in the back chambers of her butt. She begged for me to smack her meaty asscheeks simultaneously while my tongue impaled her backdoor. Every poke of my tongue somehow produced either quietness or screams of mayhem. Sometimes she assisted me and parted her ass meat for me to vanish behind its width. I would continue to rain down my RUMPILINGUS treat for her to fancy herself with. She’d insist that I spank her butt roughly until red bruising appeared on the ass surface. I’d comply once more and fight the want to push my raw cock inside of that humongous flagrant buttocks leaving a trail of my pre-cum on those tasty-ass handlebars. And, I didn’t leave that shaved pussy out of the complicated equation; I licked at it also with just as much vigor as I did her ass. I spared no punches on that vagina and its pulsating clitoris. Although many times her orgasm took forever to come along, I still found excitement in the pilgrimage and despicable journey. I know she thinks of my face in her backside periodically. I know she thinks of how her pussy sat inside my face like bugs in a spider’s Web. I also remember the technique this feisty little Puerto Rican damsel enacted while jacking at my cock meat until I spewed all over the place–that head is TOP TEN of all times in my book. I wonder if my cunnilingus and anilingus acts faired just as well in her book. I don’t know, only she does…

Part 2:

The last time I presented you with just enough information to wet your beak concerning the story of this Puerto Rican woman that I could never abolish; she and I are like slaves to each other’s oral sex; and, Lincoln isn’t around to free neither her nor me. She resides on the North end of town while I rest my heels on the Southside.

Oh, she had kind of pissed me off over a year ago: and, as I stated in the previous story, I told her ass never to contact me again. I changed numbers and everything for other reasons and tarried on with my life. I’m a nasty-ass EROTICA writer with my literary information tied to 678 851 0441. So, I had to eventually break down because I needed my old number back; I contacted MetroPCS to see if I could retrieve the digits again. Luck saw it fitting for me to regain the integers (As of now (June 11th, 2018) I’ve had to change my number because of a harassing person). I can’t recall exactly how many days passed before her trusty, thick-everywhere ass texted me some shit like, “Hey stranger, where have you been?”

“Why bitch?” I wanted to reply. But, I didn’t; I held my wicked-ass fingers and tongue to myself. The nerve of this little heifer: that’s what my brain thought countless times. We were supposed to be done with the likes of each other. Now, here we both go again fiddling around in promiscuous quicksand.

We entertained each other for a while until we got to the core of what the reaching out was about. I asked the hot tamale if she missed my mouth. Of course, her response was, “Yes!”

My ego kind of glistens when she aches for my tongue sex. That’s the only time that I have her smart-mouth, Puerto Rican ass in my clutches. Moving right along: I hopped in the shower, and before long I was on my way up to her neck of the woods. We have this kinky little game we play: before I get there she asks me how do I want her and where? Sometimes I insist that she’s in her living room with hardly nothing on (face down, ass up). Other times I want her anticipating my arrival in her bedroom straddled all out over her mattress with that humongous ass exposed for my faceplate. Oh, and I didn’t mention this: the door is always unlocked so that I can just let myself in. See, she also has requested me to hurry up with little emojis like ?, ?, or this ?. She has also reminded me that she needed my face and tongue in her phat ass and pussy desperately. It doesn’t help when she sends me images like this one:

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“Is that how I look, really?” I asked a time ago after you, my little Latina misfit, sent the image to me.

“Yes,” you replied, “you look like a savage beast!”

That shit turned me on so that I’m racing to get to your ass. I’ve just pulled in your apartment complex, and I’m about to park my car. The walk up to your unit and then to your door is a libido-heightening one. Upon entering your lustful lair, the door chime announces my presence. I wonder if your pussy throbs once the hint of my arrival alerts that saucy tail. If I can recall again, you’re in the bedroom with the lights out, but that red ass sort of glows in the dark. I still feel around for you briefly, though. It doesn’t take long for my feelers to hone in on that wide ass, but there’s a problem: you still have on a panty-and-bra set. I’m like, “Really?”,  as I struggle to pull the underwear from you to expose that clit for my mouth to mate with.

You say, “Just pull them to the side!”

It’s a challenge in and of itself to get those panties off of those asscheeks. Ripping sounds cloud the air. I’m able to get a few swipes of the oral flesh in before my patience just wears thin.

“Shit, just take them off!” I say

Your (emphasis added) feisty ass doesn’t aid me, so I just have to crack you with the whip: you know, spank those ass cheeks because you’re a disobedient woman. And, these aren’t subtle smacks that I’m entertaining those butt cheeks with. I’m painting that rear end with savage ones so much so that the seven times I knock the shit out of you causes you to reach back and slap the fire out of me. I was going to yell out, “You stinking-ass whore slut: what in the Hell is wrong with you?”

I don’t respond with violence, though. I just let you get caught up in your emotions and shit. Who knows, maybe you just miss my ass. Or, maybe you want to be a bitch just because.

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The above image isn’t you, but this is exactly how your frame looks. By now, I’m tongue fucking your derriere waiting for your faint moans to escape your mouth. Oh, I have that shit-talking ass right where I need you now. You’re in a Nigga’s mouth trap, and there’s no way you’ll be equipped with the tools to work yourself free from this battering and poking. You love for me to rim that asshole and excite that poking-out clit. I love to stimulate your freaky ass, too. You’re aggressive as fuck especially when you begin to bounce that ass against my face and its constituents to get that certain sensation that you’re searching for. I stick at it absorbing every single back push that your rump throws my way. I’m MR. MOUTH ON WHATEVER even though you’re bruising the Hell out of my fucking lips. And on top of that, you’ll cum to my mouth bludgeoning and won’t let a motherfucker know. For now, though: you’re just opening up those ass flaps to their capacity and urging my oral flesh impaling. That peeling deed is a nasty little representation of your naughty-ass brain, woman. You say, “I’ve been bad and a little naughty. Spank my ass!”

I do as you request.

I also dive a bit lower and embrace that kinky little clit of yours. It’s poking out of its canister now from the excitement that’s apart of this kinetic scene. I keep at the cunnilingus for minutes, too. I don’t want you to know what type of oral sex you’ll be experiencing. And, can I just mention, too: I stick my mouth device down into your opening in much the same manner as I’d done your anal opening. You seem to adore this face love also.

This oral-sex game that you and I play is out of this world: we’re switching up positions like my ass switched up truck driving jobs back in the day. You’re on your back now with your head hanging off your bed. I pull those hefty legs up in the air exposing all of that pussy and butthole for me. I’m naked, too; my dick is dangling/hovering over your face. We both consume each other’s inappropriateness like crazy. If you’re like me, you can’t take this madness to your senses all the while concentrating on pleasing my ass. Because: I’m struggling to get right with your basis with my mouth while my dick is down that warm Puerto Rican throat. You make matters even worse when you say, “Don’t cum yet!”

How could you request such a thing? Your fuckin’ dick-to-esophagus skills are splendid. Hardly no other woman can rival your technique: and, I mean HARDLY NO ONE! I just have to pull my penis from your warm region and calm down a bit. Meanwhile, I’m still entertaining your undercarriage doing my best to get/take you there. My ears get glimpses of your whimpering in the backdrop. Those sounds are so awesome, and the subtleties motivate me to continue on ravishing your supposed innocence. Damn, you’re a slutty little Latina bitch. And, you’re addicted to my mouth sex–my pussy-and-ass taunting. You need this feisty shit now that I’m pouring onto your anal stronghold. Remember, you’re hard as fuck–that shrew. But, even your spicy makeup can’t withstand my oral unraveling. 

And shit, the bell has alerted my ass to get ready to step back into the ring; I’m rushing my dick back into your cheeks and on the top of that tongue. Your intense cock sucking forces me, without even knowing, just to have at your bottom more aggressively. I mean, I was already going ham on that rectum and the rest of you. But, I just got a new clutch put in in the way of my tongue-on-tail vigor.

Of course, you’re being you and trying to keep silent: but, come on. Your boy knows the deal. I’m your go-to mouth. When you need that tingle in your cootie pie to be taken care of, you call me for the prescription to clear up your little itch. 

to be continued…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8q2pq8/mf_with_no_further_ado_heres_that_feistyass