Alone with my big ass and big tits, I indulged in solo pleasure. Overwhelmed by my own intensity, I craved more. Unable to continue, I reached out for help, igniting a wild encounter.
I was so engrossed in my self-pleasure that I felt powerless. My mind was consumed by the tantalizing thought of being filled by a man, a Brazilian stud with a sizable package. His name was Amor, and his Portuguese charm was irresistible. I was aching to feel his hard cock inside me, to taste every inch of him. I was so lost in my fantasies, I barely noticed my own moans echoing through the room. I was aching for his touch, his hands on my breasts, my ass, my skin. I was craving his tongue on my nipples, his fingers on my clit. I was yearning for his cock, his big, Brazilian cock, to fill me up. I was so weak, so helpless, in my desire for him. And yet, I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to let him come to me, to take me. I knew I had to be ready for him.