I’m a 25-year-old, five-foot-three, 115-pound Latina spitfire.

My hair is long, dark, and lustrous. I have dark brown eyes, round perky tits, and an ample ass. My skin is sun-kissed and I take belly-dancing classes to stay in shape. Many men have told me that I’m a hot piece of ass.

I met John about a year ago while working a concert. I never flirt on the job, so I was only dimly aware of him and had to do a double-take when we were introduced. He had an ex-football player’s rugged body, with broad shoulders, a firm stomach, and a sculptured end. His honey-brown eyes lingered over my lithe body. We openly checked each other out. Unabashed, we shook hands on a silent promise of unforgettable fucking. We met up at a Miami Beach after-party where I played my best flirtatious game. I wore a short, flimsy black minidress and no bra.

The occasional ocean breeze would make me shiver, causing my nipples to poke through my dress. John maintained excellent, intelligent conversation, his sly eyes roaming over my pert breasts, while I egged him on with erotic sex talk. The hour grew late.

We left the party, our heads buzzing with wine and excitement. We made our way back to my car. I drove to his hotel suite and had one hell of a time weaving through traffic. While my hands lay idle on the steering wheel, John’s hands were getting busy beneath my skirt. His fingers drew long, lazy circles on the inside of my thigh, studiously tracing the soft black satin of my stockings. He nibbled my neck as he toyed with my garters. His hand brushed against my panties whenever I braked hard. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. His light caresses on my eager pussy were a tease. I was soon dripping wet.

Groping in the hotel elevator and kissing in the hallway, we finally stumbled into his suite and didn’t wait to get to the bedroom to get our clothes off. They were quickly dispatched into a pile in the entryway as we explored each other’s naked body.

I kissed John’s muscled chest and fragrant skin. I felt his heartbeat beneath my hands as we kissed hungrily, my tongue flitting in and out of his warm mouth. John took me in his arms and slowly sucked on my tits, working my nipples until they were red and hard. I moaned, my nipples taut with pleasure.

John took stock of every curve of my body, teasing and licking every inch of my tingling skin. I squirmed as John’s hand slid across my firm tummy and down toward my shaved pussy. John’s talented fingers rubbed my clit and brought me to the first of many orgasms that night.

I took hold of his hard cock, which felt massive pushing against my thigh. I dropped to my knees to get a better look. His cock was incredibly thick, heavy at the head, about eight inches long.

John laughed at my delight, tracing my lips with his fingers. I started at the base of his huge dick, teasing his balls by licking and gently sucking each one. My lips glided up his shaft to its delicious head, where my tongue butterfly-flicked the tip, relishing the glistening pre-come on his cock. Wrapping my mouth around his throbbing cock, I quickly had John moaning, his fingers buried deep in my long black hair, rubbing the thick strands over his balls and shaft. I wanted to drink up every last drop of his sweet cream, but my randy pussy demanded some immediate attention of its own.

John carried me into the bedroom and lay me spread-eagle on the bed. He dipped his head between my legs and heartily returned the favor, stroking my pussy lips and sucking my clit until I was moaning loudly; we were feeling so good, neither of us cared if the neighbors heard my wild cries. He grabbed my ass and lifted my hips high. His tongue thrashed my throbbing clit until I came, tearing the sheets off the bed in my ecstatic flailing.

I lifted John’s lips to my mouth, savoring my honeyed taste on his tongue. I undulated my hips against his, my thighs slick with my juices. I wanted his cock inside me. John smiled. He kissed me tenderly and whispered, “What do you want, baby?” Flustered, I blushed at my response, but desire made me bold.

“I want you to fuck me, lover,” I purred into his ear. “I want you to take that big cock and fuck me in every way, all night long.”

John was only too happy to oblige. He spread my legs wide, placing his penis at the silky entrance to my pleasure palace. Arching over my body, he eased every succulent inch of his massive cock into my dripping, hungry pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his cock fill me completely, his heavy balls brushing against my ass. Our bodies flowed in perfect rhythm as he slid in and out of me. Squirming catlike beneath his weight, my pussy immediately burst with pleasure.

John rode my orgasm with sharp thrusts, saying that I was beautiful, sexy, and perfect. John gently turned me over, his cock never exiting my slippery pussy. His hips slapped my ass as he fucked me doggie-style. His hands were everywhere at once, pulling my tits, rubbing my back, and caressing my clit.

I came in a flurry of orgasms, only conscious of the raw pleasure from his prick. He pounded his heavenly cock into my cunt over and over again for what seemed like an eternity, until at last I felt his thick hot come stream into me. He groaned as he came, and lifted my knees off the bed with a final series of thrusts. Drained, we separated and struggled to catch our breath. I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later to find John playing with my hair, watching me in the darkness. Even after all this time, I still perfectly recall his tiger eyes and hypnotic voice murmuring through the night, “You are so beautiful, sexy, and perfect.”