It was a hot summer afternoon when I first met Gabriela. She was the new neighbor who had just moved into the apartment next door. I couldn’t help but notice her as she unpacked her car, her toned legs showcased in skintight yoga pants. Her olive skin glistened with sweat as she moved boxes, and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins.
I introduced myself, and we quickly became friends. She was a free spirit, a tattoo artist, and a yoga enthusiast. We bonded over our shared love of cooking, and I invited her over for dinner.
As she walked into my kitchen, I couldn’t help but stare at her ink-covered arms and the intricate tattoo that peeked out from the top of her yoga pants. It was a delicate flower, and I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets her body held.
We cooked together, our bodies brushing against each other as we chopped vegetables and sautéed chicken. The heat between us was palpable, and I knew that I wanted her.
As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were full and inviting, and I found myself imagining what they would feel like on my body.
“Gabriela,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I want you.”
She looked at me, her dark eyes filled with desire. “I want you too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
We didn’t waste any time. We moved to the kitchen counter, our bodies pressed against each other. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together.
I reached down, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to me. She moaned into my mouth as I ground my hips against hers.
I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her skin. She arched her back, giving me better access. I could feel her heart racing against my chest.
I reached down, grabbing the waistband of her yoga pants. I pulled them down, revealing her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I spanked her, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. She moaned, pushing her ass back against me.
I reached down, grabbing my cock. I rubbed it against her wet pussy, teasing her.
“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
I couldn’t resist. I slid inside her, feeling her tight pussy grip my cock. She moaned as I filled her up, her body shaking with pleasure.
I started to fuck her, hard and fast. She screamed, her voice echoing through the kitchen.
I reached around, grabbing her tits. I pinched her nipples, making her moan even louder.
I could feel myself getting close. I reached down, rubbing her clit. She came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body.
I followed soon after, filling her up with my cum.
We collapsed onto the kitchen floor, our bodies spent.
“That was amazing,” she said, looking up at me with a satisfied smile.
I couldn’t agree more.
