His hisses devolve into a series of grunts and gasps as his face collapses into itself. He climaxes like a train falling off its tracks, thrusting erratically several times before he grunts and welds his groin with the teenage girl and freezes in place.
Maria smiles and hugs his body tight with her arms and legs as he continues to shoot his seed inside her. She opens her mouth wide into another yawn.
"Yeah, we're almost doneeeee…" she says, yawning.
"Okay, I'll go tell her..." Ms. Garcia says with a smile turning to leave, then remembers something and peeks back "Oh! Mija? Do you want eggs or refritos on your plate?
The boy's head is buried between the teen's breasts as he continues panting and trembling through his orgasm. María ponders it for a second.
"Mmmh... Eggs for me. Tender please!"
"Okay, I'll be serving soon!"
"Kay! Thanks nana!" says Maria with a big smile as the sweaty boy on top of her keeps quaking, his breathing raw. She smiles and rustles his short dark hair with one hand while with the other she slides her fingertips up and down his wet spine.
"You done...? You good?" she asks once his body has almost stopped trembling.
Miguel nods and carefully un-glues himself from her, their skins wet and sticking together. He turns around and falls on his back next to her.
"Eww..." the teen murmurs rubbing a finger across her wet stomach. She moves sideways and opens her bedside drawer, extracts a small foil package from the inside "I'll go rinse myself real quick. Want to join me?"
Miguel shakes his head, his belly inflating and deflating showing the edge of his ribs. Maria opens the foil package and takes out a spongy nub which she slides inside her vagina and all the way up her cervix. Once done she stands up and walks to her desk where she unplugs her glasses and puts them on.
The breathless boy raises a shaky finger and points at her bedside drawer "Hey… C-can I have… one of those…? They never… have them… at the third house… I visit..."
"Oh! Yeah, sure." she reaches inside the bedside drawer again and places a handful of foil packages in his hand. Miguel frowns, Maria shrugs "Nana buys them in bulk..."
"O-okay, thanks." he says smiling.
Maria nods and taps her glasses which flood with translucent messaging apps and windows. She raises a hand and taps the air with her fingers letting her friends and fans know she just woke up. She heads to the bathroom but doesn't close the door behind her, the sound of the shower starts soon after.
"Hey, are you having breakfast with us?" she yells from the inside.
The boy shakes his head, his expression dreamy. He sits on the bed.
"N-no, sorry! I'm in a hurry today."
"Oh yeah? Where are you going?"
He smiles "I-it's a long story... The market, the movies, two more house visits, then we'll go to the..." he stops, leaving the unfinished sentence lingering in the air.
Thankfully the teen doesn't seem to notice "Wow, so much work for a Saturday! What mixture are you and your grandma watching?"
"Oh!" he laughs "No, I'm not visiting houses with my abuelita anymore. I'm now being escorted by my..." he stops, wets his lips "My novia..."
A scream inside the bathroom, Maria emerges nude and dripping wet with her hair tucked inside a pink shower cap and wearing the now fogged-up glasses.
"Miguelitooo! A novia!? Is she someone I know?" she says with a big grin raising the glasses to rest on her forehead.
The boy chuckles and shakes his head "No, I don't think so. I-it's a long story, and I gotta go! She's waiting for me downstairs. Um… see you Tuesday?"
"Kay! See you!" says Maria with a smile and lowers her glasses. She heads back in the bathroom but emerges a second after "Oh! And thank you for lasting longer! If you had kept going a bit more I would have probably cum as well." she giggles "You should come to one of our sleepovers with our boyfriend. He's barely able to make the four of us cum. He could use the help."
Miguel looks momentarily aghast at the idea, hums a non-committal sound in response. Maria giggles and steps back in the bathroom waving him goodbye. The nude boy waves back and stands up, walks out of the pink bedroom with unsteady steps.
He moves in a zigzag path along the blue hallway with his penis —still moist and erect— bouncing in front of him. On the way he nearly trips with the vacuum cleaner again and pushes a couple of picture frames off the wall with his elbow. Fortunately, they bounce on the carpeted floor without breaking.
He hastily puts them back into place, shoos the vacuum cleaner away, and rushes back to the living room where he stops and looks around, searching for someone.
"Oh! If you're looking for Carolina, she said she'll be waiting for you downstairs." says the old woman as she walks out the kitchen holding two steaming plates. She places them on the checkered dining table "I already paid her for Maria's milk, hope it's okay?"
"Oh, yeah! Thanks Ms. Garcia. My glasses are still broken so we use Caro's phone anyway." the naked preteen says heading back to the coat rack to get dressed "And sorry for the quick visit today, it looks and smells delicious!"
"Aww, thank you Miguelito! You can come by anytime, even when Maria isn't ovulating." says Ms. Garcia sitting by the table and watching the boy put his oversized NASA shirt back on "Hey, you sure you and 'Caro' don't want to join us? I cooked plenty..."
"Oh! N-no, sorry! I really gotta hurry..." Miguel says with an embarrassed smile as he steps on his sandals and stores the handful of foil packages Maria gave him inside a flap under his red cap, "Otherwise I may not have enough time for the surprise I planned for her later today."
The old woman raises her eyebrows and smiles "Ah, I see..." she winks "Well, good luck Miguelito! And thank you for everything."
Miguel nods and opens the apartment door. He waves the old woman goodbye as he closes it, but then waves again when he sees Maria emerging from the hallway wearing only her glasses and panties. The teen smiles and waves him goodbye before kissing her grandma's forehead and sitting down to eat.
The apartment's door finally closes, the sound of the heavy bolt latching echoing in the empty corridor that connects the rest of the apartments.
Miguel takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. After a moment just standing in silence, he lets go of the handle and runs along the corridor. Most doors he passes are ajar or missing, showing empty residences inside.
He makes a turn at the next corner and stops. A larger, more modern vacuum cleaner mops the floor blocking the staircase entrance. He's about to turn around to find another route when the machine notices him and moves aside, giving him room to pass.
Miguel smiles and runs past the machine, giving it a thumbs-up as he rushes down the staircase on the other side. His sandals echo in the cavernous concrete shaft with rapid clap-claps as he hurries downstairs.
To be continued…
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