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It’s not everyday you see a tanned Amazonian woman giving head to a lanky teen behind a large boulder at the beach. The semi drunk couple staggered over to their usual spot and found it heavily preoccupied. The woman was really determined to make his pipe burst into a wild frenzy. It didn’t take very long as he gazzed inside her mouth in the form of a thin white stream. Pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure was plastered all over his young man’s face. Gradually, the well built female stood over her weakened partner or whatever he was supposed to be and patted him on the head. He somehow tugged up his shorts again and followed her wearily around the rock formation. The couple took it as a cue to move into the vacancy. Rosita was a powerful, powerful woman. Standing at nearly six foot tall, her body was a finely carved physical specimen. Glistening muscles and stone like abs adorned her imposing figure. A two piece black bikini was the only thing covering her assets. She had decided that going for the home run this early wouldn’t be the best thing. The poor boy would’ve been crushed like a pebble. Varnishing his tiny pole and taking a little slurp of tapioca pudding was enough for one night. She closed her eyes and imagined that leaky faucet turning into a meaty volcano. Choking on a giant python on a moonlit night and sailing into the sunset. But, reality was a bit hard to digest. Throughout her life, men viewed Rosita as too intimidating to approach. Her broad shoulders and curly locks attracted no one. That is until she ‘apprehended’ her stalker. Xavi had never missed an opputunity to witness her exercise routines at the beach. He would endlessly gaze at her magnificence and be mystified by the most beautiful woman on earth. Ultimately, his words had melted her from the inside and she decided to repay young Xavi by milking his wagon. Literally. As she dragged him by the wrist across the sandy planes, an amazing idea presented itself. The portable toilet around the corner was noticeably empty and the crowd was retreating home. Rosita conjured up a plan to bolt themselves in and have a naughty orgy to remember. Plus, the smelly interior turned her on. So satisfy his little weiner she did as the compact booth rattled back and forth. Rosita pleasured herself by straddling the lad and banging his brains out. Xavi must have fainted after unloading twice but she didn’t care. Like a big sweaty king cobra, she squeezed his love stem to the point it cracked dry. He had somehow managed to proclaim his love for her before passing out. This greatly motivated Rosita to plunge in deeper and claim his spoils. She could feel his strawberry yogurt spurt fervently inside and nourish her sexual appetite. Sweet, sweet love. After the intense and heated session, Rosita slapped the skinny boy back into consciousness. Her perfect physique had barely broken a sweat. Xavi, however, felt like a squashed centipede who was on the brink of collapse. Poor k**, how would he survive the ordeals to come?
Young Xavi has painfully survived the other day. It had taken such a toll on him that he avoided the beach for a full week. During this hiatus, he stacked up on proteins and minerals to regain his strength. He had to see Miss Rosita again, his heart couldn’t take it anymore staying away from her for so long. Xavi courageously went back in a bid to prove that he could ‘satisfy’ her needs. The female alpha on the other hand, had been preparing both physically and mentally. She’d been hitting the gym more often to amp up her buns and thighs. The fact that someone loved her ruggedness encouraged Rosita to fine tune her game. When they met again, it was less awkward than the first encounter. A couple of drinks later she took him to a spot underneath the pier. Seagulls would occasionally pluck off objects from the trashed surface of the beach. Xavi followed the instructions of his adult companion and lied down butt naked in the sand. Rosita shed her garments and heaved them into the sea. The littered surroundings and cawing of birds ignited her passion as she firmly mounted him. You ready lover boy? He wasn’t. Instead, he was hypnotised by her muscle clad barren chest and barely heard anything. Xavi felt a series of well coordinated manoeuvres being executed on him. First, his tiny love rod arched into her awaiting cavern and Iocked itself in place. Like a rusty hook trapped in a sea bass. Next, her ankles expertly wrapped around his knee caps to prevent them from flapping like a fish. At the same time, her giant claw like hands pinned his forearms to the ground. There was no escape. Xavi starred at the hungry face of a sexually starving woman. A golden chain dangled across her neck with the words ‘love life’ etched across it. Gradually, Rosita lowered her dark brown lips and planted her tongue down his throat. The beach birds circled overhead as guardians of a scared ritual and witnessed how humans mated together. She retracted her tongue and looked at him wide eyed. You like that? Bet you’ll love this. Her chiselled lower back was jerking backwards in a slow circular motion. Xavi could feel his aching shaft was being toyed with. She released her grip and began to flex her power packed biceps. The glinting drops of sweat trickling down her ripped body was too much to handle. He reluctantly belched out fragments of clotted cream deep within her turgid walls. Rosita happily absorbed his produce with sighs of joy. Grunting in approval as he was being systematically drained. But, it wasn’t nearly enough. Good boy. In a sweeping motion, she lowered her lips and whispered into his ears. Come to me, come to me! He gingerly held on to her muscular back for dear life as her strong hips grinded his pelvic region. She charged in like a battering ram and forced him to yield yet again. Every gooey orgasm was harder and deeper than the next. Rosita closed her eyes and envisioned the river of cheesy goodness hurtling from his loins to hers. Perfection. It all seemed to happen within a few minutes and soon enough, she dislodged herself from her lover. Thankfully, Xavi did not faint this time and took his beating in bed like a man. His battered body was half sunk in the sandy mess but it was alright. The gulls had disappeared and had left them lying all [alone.As](http://alone.As) the sun came down, Xavi was pondering on how to escape the beach undetected. Considering the fact that they were stark nude. His adult lover however, had no intentions of that sort....
Over the next few months, things got tougher for Xavi. Rosita had made it crystal clear that he would have to ‘earn’ the right to sleep with her again. Being a weakling was no longer an option. She prepared a relentless training regime with strict dietary intakes in order to develop his capabilities. The activities were intense but, Xavi was desperate to prove how much she meant to him. Occasionally, she would blow his beef-whistle and make him squirm in between sessions. Unfortunately, those were only painful reminders of what he was missing out on. The imaginary chastity belt had kept him out. Taking a break was not something Rosita was familiar with. In addition to training her new ‘pupil’ she never failed to maintain her own fitness. She underwent a massive transformation that took her to the next level. By the time Xavi had finished his training, Rosita had bulked up in weight significantly. Rigorous tanning had baked her brownish skin into a steely bronzed complexion. To commemorate the occasion, she shaved her head clean and got it inked with a multitude of strange symbols. All this new found strength would make bedding her discipline even more enjoyable. It was finally time to graduate at the spot where they met. The annual beach carnival had rendered it even filthier than before. Heaps of plastic debris was choking the surface. It was perfect. She couldn’t wait any longer. The brawned queen quickly grappled her lover down in the midst of the rubble and viciously tore off their clothing. All that stress of abstaining from sex seemed to evaporate as soon as his throbbing vessel snaked through her mighty thighs. Rosita shuffled her heavy frame on top and assumed command once again. A couple of things visibly impressed her. Firstly, his once little pecker seemed to have gorged into a beefier banana. Secondly, neither was he that small in size or afraid of getting dirty anymore. Instead, he clawed into those muscle clad sides and began to gently prod her aching flower. Even from a position of disadvantage, he didn’t give up and that’s what amazed her. Rosita arched backwards to meet his newly extended reach. Bracing her palms on his knees, she jolting frantically to summon his climax. Xavi obediently laid still and let the magic of the nude Amazon course through his veins. Ultimately, her robust gyrations made his loins crack like a duck’s egg. Molten buttery yolk surged though her parched canals and brought light into darkness. She swiftly slumped forward and yearned for more. Again, again! Her fiery will forced him to yield triumphantly once, twice, thrice even. The custard like consistency of his oozing passion was indescribable. It cleansed her soul and brought new life into spirit. He had passed the trial with flying colours.
They say a man’s love is put to the ultimate test during harsh times. One grave morning, Rosita found herself incapable of getting out of bed. All the strength in the world fell short and the air in her tiny apartment felt suffocating. Throughout her life, she despised weakness and somehow today it had managed to constrict her significantly. The very thought of an acute illness obstructing her petrified young Xavi. Nevertheless, he was dedicatedly glued to her bed side and vowed to overcome this unforeseen obstacle. The doctors were very strict: No physical activity or strain of any kind. Hence, Xavi was her only hope of getting through this alive. It were the little things he did that captivated Rosita. He would massage her entire body with palm oil to keep her warm. Every night he would snuggle up to her and peck those parched lips even though she was burning up. What if it was contagious? I don’t care was his reply all the time. His favourite part was stroking the base of her skull and narrating the meanings behind each of her fabled tattoos. Unfortunately, all of this wasn’t enough to stop the drastic effects the illness had. Her once powerful anatomy had shrunken down and her muscles were deflating into flabby chunks. Rosita was becoming human again. However, this did not deter her young lover. Xavi constantly reminded her that when the worst was over, she would reclaim her iron throne. His undying love kept her alive. On the 35th day, the sun shone upon them brighter than ever before. Rosita was medically cleared and prescribed to undergo rehab to regain her normal stature. At this point she only wished for one thing: to feel him again, to be reborn anew. Xavi gradually entered her dominion, carefully steering himself in. She wrapped her brittle limbs around him as tight as she could. His tubular vessel of love rekindled her spirit beyond imagination. He successfully produced a smooth and cakier finish, enough to rejuvenate her starving soul. Rosita could feel the micronutrients of his liquid passion travel to the very core of her beating heart. Surprisingly, It was the first time Xavi had took charge as the sexual initiator. She didn’t mind. The last month had taught her that it was ok to be weak only to emerge stronger in the future. Rosita, the femme fatale would undeniably return.
As a c***d, she had enjoyed watching the rain drizzle across the windows. Today however, Rosita was eager to go outside but to no avail. Begging to get her favourite hot dog before doing a lap around the beach. Her beach, where she was determined to cement her legacy. According to doctors, she would need to start small and gradually build up her physique. Thankfully she had Xavi, who made the moments following the dreaded sickness absolutely magical. Rosita spent the nights riding his canoe, enveloping herself in a cocoon of his eternal love. After being robbed of her iconic power game, she was forced to modify her approach towards making hay. Previously, she could render him bone dry in a matter of hours. Now the ebony maiden would methodically make him work at full length inside the sheets. He’d quiver in submission as she heavily absorbed his seed in well gauged amounts. It was vital in helping her purge the unwanted weakness from her body. Technique over power was the way. Rosita experienced an exponential improvement in terms of physical and mental health. She owed everything to the person cuddling next to her on this damp day. It was time to spice things up. Let’s play a game: Kiss me and try to figure out what I want for breakfast. If you win, I’ll cook and if you don’t....He didn’t need anymore encouragement. Xavi gracefully clamped his mouth over hers. His petite tongue frolicked in search of clues but he desperately wanted to fail. Rosita could feel him hardening against her slender thigh. He answered with pancakes and French toast. Of course it was wrong. The next thing he knew, she escorted him into the small kitchen. Kneeling down, her sleek hands yanked off his white underwear. She carefully positioned the pulsating sausage inside a fresh hotdog bun and gave it a big old bite. Xavi writhed in joy as he braced on her inked skull for impact. Rosita chomped away, consuming him bit by bit. The only thing missing was some honey mustard. It didn’t take long for her favourite condiment to magically appear. The streamlined jet smothered her gums more than convincingly. A joyous Xavi staggered to the floor into her awaiting arms. Yet it was far from over because with cat like reflexes, Rosita entered him on the wooden surface: Momma needed some nutter butter for her fajita!Quite frankly, Xavi noticed how she stared frantically at the rain battered cart outside. If she couldn’t get it from there, he decided to bring it to her. The crazy things a man madly in love would do for his woman still baffled him to this day. He erupted after he exploded.
THE END!
Young Xavi has painfully survived the other day. It had taken such a toll on him that he avoided the beach for a full week. During this hiatus, he stacked up on proteins and minerals to regain his strength. He had to see Miss Rosita again, his heart couldn’t take it anymore staying away from her for so long. Xavi courageously went back in a bid to prove that he could ‘satisfy’ her needs. The female alpha on the other hand, had been preparing both physically and mentally. She’d been hitting the gym more often to amp up her buns and thighs. The fact that someone loved her ruggedness encouraged Rosita to fine tune her game. When they met again, it was less awkward than the first encounter. A couple of drinks later she took him to a spot underneath the pier. Seagulls would occasionally pluck off objects from the trashed surface of the beach. Xavi followed the instructions of his adult companion and lied down butt naked in the sand. Rosita shed her garments and heaved them into the sea. The littered surroundings and cawing of birds ignited her passion as she firmly mounted him. You ready lover boy? He wasn’t. Instead, he was hypnotised by her muscle clad barren chest and barely heard anything. Xavi felt a series of well coordinated manoeuvres being executed on him. First, his tiny love rod arched into her awaiting cavern and Iocked itself in place. Like a rusty hook trapped in a sea bass. Next, her ankles expertly wrapped around his knee caps to prevent them from flapping like a fish. At the same time, her giant claw like hands pinned his forearms to the ground. There was no escape. Xavi starred at the hungry face of a sexually starving woman. A golden chain dangled across her neck with the words ‘love life’ etched across it. Gradually, Rosita lowered her dark brown lips and planted her tongue down his throat. The beach birds circled overhead as guardians of a scared ritual and witnessed how humans mated together. She retracted her tongue and looked at him wide eyed. You like that? Bet you’ll love this. Her chiselled lower back was jerking backwards in a slow circular motion. Xavi could feel his aching shaft was being toyed with. She released her grip and began to flex her power packed biceps. The glinting drops of sweat trickling down her ripped body was too much to handle. He reluctantly belched out fragments of clotted cream deep within her turgid walls. Rosita happily absorbed his produce with sighs of joy. Grunting in approval as he was being systematically drained. But, it wasn’t nearly enough. Good boy. In a sweeping motion, she lowered her lips and whispered into his ears. Come to me, come to me! He gingerly held on to her muscular back for dear life as her strong hips grinded his pelvic region. She charged in like a battering ram and forced him to yield yet again. Every gooey orgasm was harder and deeper than the next. Rosita closed her eyes and envisioned the river of cheesy goodness hurtling from his loins to hers. Perfection. It all seemed to happen within a few minutes and soon enough, she dislodged herself from her lover. Thankfully, Xavi did not faint this time and took his beating in bed like a man. His battered body was half sunk in the sandy mess but it was alright. The gulls had disappeared and had left them lying all [alone.As](http://alone.As) the sun came down, Xavi was pondering on how to escape the beach undetected. Considering the fact that they were stark nude. His adult lover however, had no intentions of that sort....
Over the next few months, things got tougher for Xavi. Rosita had made it crystal clear that he would have to ‘earn’ the right to sleep with her again. Being a weakling was no longer an option. She prepared a relentless training regime with strict dietary intakes in order to develop his capabilities. The activities were intense but, Xavi was desperate to prove how much she meant to him. Occasionally, she would blow his beef-whistle and make him squirm in between sessions. Unfortunately, those were only painful reminders of what he was missing out on. The imaginary chastity belt had kept him out. Taking a break was not something Rosita was familiar with. In addition to training her new ‘pupil’ she never failed to maintain her own fitness. She underwent a massive transformation that took her to the next level. By the time Xavi had finished his training, Rosita had bulked up in weight significantly. Rigorous tanning had baked her brownish skin into a steely bronzed complexion. To commemorate the occasion, she shaved her head clean and got it inked with a multitude of strange symbols. All this new found strength would make bedding her discipline even more enjoyable. It was finally time to graduate at the spot where they met. The annual beach carnival had rendered it even filthier than before. Heaps of plastic debris was choking the surface. It was perfect. She couldn’t wait any longer. The brawned queen quickly grappled her lover down in the midst of the rubble and viciously tore off their clothing. All that stress of abstaining from sex seemed to evaporate as soon as his throbbing vessel snaked through her mighty thighs. Rosita shuffled her heavy frame on top and assumed command once again. A couple of things visibly impressed her. Firstly, his once little pecker seemed to have gorged into a beefier banana. Secondly, neither was he that small in size or afraid of getting dirty anymore. Instead, he clawed into those muscle clad sides and began to gently prod her aching flower. Even from a position of disadvantage, he didn’t give up and that’s what amazed her. Rosita arched backwards to meet his newly extended reach. Bracing her palms on his knees, she jolting frantically to summon his climax. Xavi obediently laid still and let the magic of the nude Amazon course through his veins. Ultimately, her robust gyrations made his loins crack like a duck’s egg. Molten buttery yolk surged though her parched canals and brought light into darkness. She swiftly slumped forward and yearned for more. Again, again! Her fiery will forced him to yield triumphantly once, twice, thrice even. The custard like consistency of his oozing passion was indescribable. It cleansed her soul and brought new life into spirit. He had passed the trial with flying colours.
They say a man’s love is put to the ultimate test during harsh times. One grave morning, Rosita found herself incapable of getting out of bed. All the strength in the world fell short and the air in her tiny apartment felt suffocating. Throughout her life, she despised weakness and somehow today it had managed to constrict her significantly. The very thought of an acute illness obstructing her petrified young Xavi. Nevertheless, he was dedicatedly glued to her bed side and vowed to overcome this unforeseen obstacle. The doctors were very strict: No physical activity or strain of any kind. Hence, Xavi was her only hope of getting through this alive. It were the little things he did that captivated Rosita. He would massage her entire body with palm oil to keep her warm. Every night he would snuggle up to her and peck those parched lips even though she was burning up. What if it was contagious? I don’t care was his reply all the time. His favourite part was stroking the base of her skull and narrating the meanings behind each of her fabled tattoos. Unfortunately, all of this wasn’t enough to stop the drastic effects the illness had. Her once powerful anatomy had shrunken down and her muscles were deflating into flabby chunks. Rosita was becoming human again. However, this did not deter her young lover. Xavi constantly reminded her that when the worst was over, she would reclaim her iron throne. His undying love kept her alive. On the 35th day, the sun shone upon them brighter than ever before. Rosita was medically cleared and prescribed to undergo rehab to regain her normal stature. At this point she only wished for one thing: to feel him again, to be reborn anew. Xavi gradually entered her dominion, carefully steering himself in. She wrapped her brittle limbs around him as tight as she could. His tubular vessel of love rekindled her spirit beyond imagination. He successfully produced a smooth and cakier finish, enough to rejuvenate her starving soul. Rosita could feel the micronutrients of his liquid passion travel to the very core of her beating heart. Surprisingly, It was the first time Xavi had took charge as the sexual initiator. She didn’t mind. The last month had taught her that it was ok to be weak only to emerge stronger in the future. Rosita, the femme fatale would undeniably return.
As a c***d, she had enjoyed watching the rain drizzle across the windows. Today however, Rosita was eager to go outside but to no avail. Begging to get her favourite hot dog before doing a lap around the beach. Her beach, where she was determined to cement her legacy. According to doctors, she would need to start small and gradually build up her physique. Thankfully she had Xavi, who made the moments following the dreaded sickness absolutely magical. Rosita spent the nights riding his canoe, enveloping herself in a cocoon of his eternal love. After being robbed of her iconic power game, she was forced to modify her approach towards making hay. Previously, she could render him bone dry in a matter of hours. Now the ebony maiden would methodically make him work at full length inside the sheets. He’d quiver in submission as she heavily absorbed his seed in well gauged amounts. It was vital in helping her purge the unwanted weakness from her body. Technique over power was the way. Rosita experienced an exponential improvement in terms of physical and mental health. She owed everything to the person cuddling next to her on this damp day. It was time to spice things up. Let’s play a game: Kiss me and try to figure out what I want for breakfast. If you win, I’ll cook and if you don’t....He didn’t need anymore encouragement. Xavi gracefully clamped his mouth over hers. His petite tongue frolicked in search of clues but he desperately wanted to fail. Rosita could feel him hardening against her slender thigh. He answered with pancakes and French toast. Of course it was wrong. The next thing he knew, she escorted him into the small kitchen. Kneeling down, her sleek hands yanked off his white underwear. She carefully positioned the pulsating sausage inside a fresh hotdog bun and gave it a big old bite. Xavi writhed in joy as he braced on her inked skull for impact. Rosita chomped away, consuming him bit by bit. The only thing missing was some honey mustard. It didn’t take long for her favourite condiment to magically appear. The streamlined jet smothered her gums more than convincingly. A joyous Xavi staggered to the floor into her awaiting arms. Yet it was far from over because with cat like reflexes, Rosita entered him on the wooden surface: Momma needed some nutter butter for her fajita!Quite frankly, Xavi noticed how she stared frantically at the rain battered cart outside. If she couldn’t get it from there, he decided to bring it to her. The crazy things a man madly in love would do for his woman still baffled him to this day. He erupted after he exploded.
THE END!
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