Angela received the reply message a minute later, it was brief, the street, the number and the floor, there were no more comments. Pablito seemed to want to play hard, but she was a Latin woman, she would not be intimidated by a child's games, it was true that she would have preferred to change and make herself pretty, and not go in work clothes, but opportunities had to be seized on the fly, it was common word in the neighborhood that Pablo's father was going to be named ambassador and sent to Tokyo.
For the girl, entering one of those stately homes in the Barcelona expansion was very different from going to her humble and shabby shared apartment in Badalona. From the entrance with the doorman's post, luckily it was Saturday and Mr. Emilio was not working, to the ornate stairs or the old elevator that seemed to be taken from a movie from the fifties, were like entering another world, another Barcelona.
The girl rang the bell of the floor that Pablo had told her about and the door to the entrance opened. She went up to the second floor by the stairs. She didn't like elevators, she was terrified of them. The large door to the floor was in front of her. The bell button was one of those old ones with a round button. It was customary to keep these collector's items in this type of building.
When Pablo opened the door, he was wearing shorts and a white shirt. He was barefoot. In the background she could hear music coming from the living room and echoing off the high ceilings of the floor. It was a bachata. Angela smiled when she saw him.
"Isn't it very cliché that you play bachata for a Colombian girl? I thought you were going to be more original."
"If you don't like it, I can change the music. Do you want a coffee or would you rather dance?"
"Hmm, let's see how you handle yourself and then I'll decide if I'll have the coffee or leave. It's been a long day..."
Angela wasn't going to make it easy for Pablo, she wanted the boy to try hard, to win her over, and above all she was going to make a fool of him for being too clever with the bachata thing. But Draken wasn't worried at all, his father was Brazilian, they had art, dance and Latin rhythms in their veins, she had seen him dance thousands of times with her mother, she had even taught him many steps and tricks.
Bachata was a dance that you either knew how to dance or it was a disaster, the hip movement was opposite for women and men, the bodies had to be close but without being obscene, the man had to guide with his hand on the girl's hip or back to make the passes and turns.
But that big man that was Pablo exceeded her expectations, not only did he move well, with rhythm and grace, but he knew how to guide her in the dance, he knew how to move her and he knew how to generate desire little by little in that ancestral mating ritual that was dancing.
That touch of fingers seeking the hand, that turn that ends with a hand on the waist that presses one body against another, that sensual dance of chest against back that is not obscene, it only touches, insinuates, presents, while the breath is felt on the nape of the neck and the neck. With a last turn the bodies intertwine and Angela's hands end up on his neck, chest against chest, soft, moving.
In that proximity he seeks her lips and moves away playfully, she insists and bites him a little, with a gesture she unbuttons the buttons of his shirt and runs her fingers through his muscles while they continue playing without actually kissing.
The living room of the apartment is large enough to dance comfortably but the chaise longue is close, she pushes him with one hand so that he lies down and she bravely sits astride him. She takes off her waitress shirt and her bra. Two large breasts with large, dark areolas accompany two nipples that show that the mating ritual has had its effect.
He sits up and kisses her passionately, but from his mouth he goes down to her neck and from her neck he slides his tongue around the nipple while the boy's hands work to unbutton her pants. She gets up to help him, and now dressed only in a suggestive pink thong she sits on top again.
She pushes him back against the sofa so that he lies down, her mouth slides down Draken's chest as she goes down enjoying the friction against those hard abs. She unbuttons the button of his shorts and with a strong pull she takes off both his pants and his boxers. It is at that moment that the beast that Draken has between his legs is released, she looks at him with desire, she smiles.
"It seems you had more than one surprise in store for you"
Draken closes his eyes as he feels a tongue running over the more than twenty centimeters of his virile member, he grabs her head as she begins to lick and suck eagerly. He is lying down enjoying herself, she caresses his member with one hand and at that moment she tells him.
"Close your eyes, open them when I tell you to"
Draken obeys, he doesn't care about the games, he enjoys them more, without stopping touching him with one hand Angela gets up and takes off the only garment she has left on, the thong, makes a small detour, and sits with her legs right on the sides of Pablo's head.
"Show me what you can do"
When Draken opens his eyes he has Angela's pussy right in front of his mouth, the girl has a Brazilian bikini, with that shave that reveals the brown and pink color of her upper lips. Without thinking twice Draken uses his tongue to force his way in while she grabs his hair and pulls him like that.
Not all clitorises are the same. There are small ones, there are those hidden in the hood of the union formed by the upper lips, and there are those like this one that are large, that swell and become noticeable with excitement. Draken caresses it with his tongue, softly, sucking, sucking and licking with relish. The boy's big hands have her ass grabbed, even if she wanted to break free from his hold, which of course she doesn't want to, she couldn't do it. Those big hands separate her buttocks a little, his fingers touch her and caress her trying to go further. She shivers and begins to moan. She continues riding on the Incubus's mouth for a few minutes, until she crawls back down his body, he grabs her by the waist, while she kisses him again. Draken's mouth tastes like her pussy but she doesn't care.
Her dark body searches for the position and he introduces that member. Angela has only had cocks of that caliber in black boys, but this boy is a marvel and enjoys every inch that enters her, squeezing the walls of her uterus to the maximum.
She rides him like a cowgirl while he is lying down and grabs his waist with one hand and his chest with the other, letting her dominate him, bite him, and be the one to set the rhythm. The girl enjoys that moment arching her back and marking the movements to the rhythm of the music that continues playing. She moves her hips as if she were dancing on top of him, while he lets her do it. She has a lot of experience but the devil has centuries of practice to fall into that game.
Any sane man would have gone crazy with those pelvic movements but he overcomes and sits up until he can kiss her, she continues while Draken's hands run down her back until they reach to grab that firm and round ass again.
To say that Draken's fingers were as big as or at least as long as many of the penises some guys used to have was not an exaggeration. Now he is marking the rhythm to which Angela's body goes up and down. Draken surreptitiously sucks a finger accumulating a little saliva on it while she looks at the ceiling in pleasure. The hand grabs her ass again, but this time that wet finger begins to caress her anus.
Angela not only does not reject this caress, but in her next descent she pushes her body against the finger that enters a little making her scream in pleasure. The game and the cowboy position continues for one more song. Now the music has changed, it is a rock song, more rhythmic. Draken lifts her up and throws her on the chaise longue, his hands resting on her hamstrings pushing her thighs up and her tight pussy out.
At that moment he gets in position on top of her and begins to penetrate her harder and harder, when he is already inside her he lies down and kisses her. Draken alternates positions playing with her, the rock that is playing is loud and he takes advantage to handle her roughly.
The music does not let the moans be distinguishable, nor her voice telling Pablo "hit me harder Daddy". He grabs her breasts while he thrusts, bites her neck and gets up again while this time he grabs her legs by the ankles opening them to hit him as hard and deep as she asks him to.
Angela can't hold out any longer and cums from pleasure and delight while he continues. But Angela can't go on any longer, at least not like this, the spasms she suffers with the orgasm contract her vagina too strongly that it will take a few minutes for her to be able to be penetrated again without feeling pain.