Culo firme en la boda

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The summer heat clung to the stone patio behind the reception hall, cicadas buzzing like they were in on the secret. My eyes locked on her the second she stepped outside in that tight emerald dress, the fabric stretching over the most perfect, firm ass I’d ever seen. Round, high, and begging to be touched. She was a stranger, but the way she glanced back at me with a slow, knowing smile sent pure lust straight to my cock.

I was there for my buddy Mike’s wedding, just another face in the crowd. She must have been on the bride’s side. I grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and walked over before I could talk myself out of it.

“Couldn’t take the dancing either?” I asked, handing her one.

She took it, her fingers brushing mine. “Too many sweaty uncles grinding on the floor. Needed air.” Her voice was low, husky. “I’m Lena.”

“Jack.” I let my gaze drop openly to her backside. “You know that dress is criminal, right?”

Lena laughed softly, turning just enough to give me a better view. “It’s the cut. Makes my ass look… edible.” She sipped her drink, eyes sparkling. “You’ve been staring since I walked out here.”

“Can’t help it. It’s fucking perfect. So round and tight I want to sink my teeth into it.” My cock was already half-hard in my slacks.

She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume mixing with the night jasmine. “Bold for a stranger. What would you do if I let you?”

I set my glass down and let my palm glide down her back until it cupped one firm cheek. The muscle flexed under my hand, smooth and warm through the thin fabric. “I’d start by feeling exactly how firm this ass really is.”

Lena’s breath hitched. She pressed back into my touch, voice dropping to a whisper. “Then feel it, Jack. No one’s watching.”

My fingers kneaded her right there on the patio, digging into the taut flesh. God, it was even better than it looked—dense, bouncy, the kind of ass that could take a real pounding. She bit her lip and pushed her hips toward me, grinding lightly against my growing bulge.

“Inside,” she breathed. “The little storage room behind the arbor. Now.”

We slipped through the shadows. The door clicked shut behind us, the tiny room smelling of cut flowers and dust. Moonlight sliced through a high window, painting her skin silver. Lena turned, braced her hands on a low shelf, and arched her back, presenting that incredible ass like an offering.

I dropped to my knees, yanking the dress up over her hips. No panties. Just smooth, tanned skin and the sweetest, firmest cheeks I’d ever seen. I spread them with both hands, thumbs pressing into the muscle, watching her tight little hole wink.

“Fuck, Lena… this ass is unreal.” I kissed one cheek, then the other, letting my tongue trace the crease.

She moaned, pushing back. “Touch me deeper. I want your fingers inside.”

I slid two fingers along her soaked pussy first, coating them in her slick heat, then circled her clit until her thighs trembled. When she was dripping, I pressed one thick finger into her tight ass, slow and steady. The ring of muscle gripped me like a vice.

“Oh shit… yes,” she gasped. “More. Stretch it.”

I added a second finger, scissoring gently while my other hand rubbed her swollen clit in lazy circles. Her firm ass flexed and clenched around my knuckles, the heat incredible. I pumped them in and out, changing rhythm from deep and slow to quick, shallow strokes, listening to the wet sounds and her broken whimpers.

“Jack… I’m gonna come if you keep fingering my ass like that.”

I stood up, cock throbbing, and freed it from my pants. Thick and veined, it slapped against her right cheek. “Not yet. I need to fuck this perfect ass first.”

Lena reached back, spreading herself wider. “Then do it. Fill me.”

I rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her dripping slit, teasing her entrance before pushing inside her pussy in one smooth thrust. She was scalding hot, silky walls fluttering around me. I fucked her slow and tender at first, hands gripping those firm cheeks, spreading them so I could watch every inch disappear.

“God, your cock feels huge,” she panted. “Deeper… please.”

I picked up the pace, hips slapping against her bouncy ass, the sound echoing in the small room. Then I pulled out, slick with her cream, and pressed the head against her puckered hole. She pushed back eagerly. The tight ring stretched around me, swallowing my dick inch by inch until my balls rested against her wet pussy.

“Fuck… so tight,” I groaned, staying still so she could adjust. Her ass pulsed around me, the pressure insane.

Lena’s fingers dug into the shelf. “Move, Jack. Fuck my ass. I want to feel every inch.”

I started with long, unhurried strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring how her firm cheeks jiggled each time I bottomed out. My hands roamed—squeezing, spanking lightly, watching the skin blush. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit frantically, her moans getting louder.

“Harder now,” she begged. “Pound it.”

I changed rhythm, gripping her hips and driving faster, deeper. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Her ass clenched rhythmically, milking my cock. I felt her come first—her whole body shaking, that tight hole spasming so hard I almost lost it.

“Don’t stop… I’m coming again,” she cried, voice cracking.

I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted one of her legs. Facing me now, I slid back into her ass, this time watching her face as I fucked her. Her tits bounced inside the dress, nipples hard. I kissed her hard, tongues tangling, while my cock pistoned in and out of her incredible ass.

She came a third time, nails raking my shoulders, pussy gushing against my lower belly. The sight and feel pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching ass.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.

Lena smiled wickedly against my mouth, squeezing her inner muscles around my softening cock.

“Reception’s not over yet,” she whispered. “My room’s upstairs… and I’m not done with this cock or you playing with my firm ass.”

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