Chapter 117: Santos, Part 1

"Mmmmmmm….." I begin to hum. I squeeze my eyes shut, shifting my body weight on my knees, and grab her hips tighter. I feel myself getting close to the orgasm I'm chasing.

Suddenly, the door flies open, breaking me of my rhythm.

"What the fuck, man?" I shout, as Darren Pumin struts through the door.

"Sorry. I thought you were done."

"Santos." Sasha reaches between her legs and strokes her clit. "Keep going, Santos. I'm so close."

I ignore Pumin, who walks into the closet and rifles around. Instead, I look down and see Sasha's creamy, flawless ass. I slap it once, making her squeal and begin relentlessly pounding into her again.

"Hey, you want a Cuban?" Pumin yells from the closet. "I'm only bringing out a few."

"Hang on," I shout back. "Let me finish here first."

I thrust a few more times and Sasha clenches on the inside.

"I'm coming!" she shouts and then screams through her orgasm.