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might have done, which brought a new feeling of pleasure coursing through her body.
    She was starting to pant, again careful not to get too loud.
    “Manolo…”
    She whispered the name, as in her head she saw herself still being fucked by him, and it was the marauding of a lifetime.
    She did not consider herself a slut by any means. In fact, she had only done it with two other people before and had not been that thrilled by either. Losing her virginity had not been as spectacular as she had thought.
    “Mmmmmmmm...”
    She wondered what kind of lay Manolo would be. That wouldn’t be much of a problem to find out if she brought it up, but again she was unsure of herself. Did she really want involved?
    “Manolo…”
    Once more, she whispered the name.
    It had happened way too soon. The explosion within her occurred as surprisingly as the accidental strike to Manolo’s balls earlier on and the ass slamming that followed. From deep within, her stomach churned and she felt a hot gush as she was overcome with an intense orgasm.
    “Oooooo…”
    She bit her lip so hard it pained her, making her fear she would draw blood, but a run of her tongue afterward proved she was fine. She was, however, gasping for air, but trying to do so as quietly as possible, while her body quivered.
    “Oooooooo!”
    She tried to keep the signs of gratification as low as possible, but she lifted both her legs as she did, enabling herself one final set of thrusts before she collapsed.
    Lying naked and exhausted on her bed, she shut her eyes and in a matter of minutes drifted to sleep.
    At first there was darkness. Then the dream came.
    She was with Manolo and she was naked, but this time, so was he.
    “I love you,” she proclaimed. “Let’s fuck.”
    Manolo shook his head, and with his prick standing outward like the horn of a bull, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the bed. She was fairly sure what he wanted.
    “Drop to your knees and suck it,” he commanded.
    Now this was something she had heard about but never done. In fact, the very thought of this repulsed her, which was strange, for the idea of a man sticking his tongue into her own vitals was perfectly fine.
    “Suck it,” he demanded.
    She found herself forced to her knees, where she was confronted with the head of the angry monster poised right at her face.
    “Suck it,” he repeated.
    Unsure of herself, she licked the shaft instead, running her tongue up the length of it and showing surprise at how salty it tasted.
    “In the mouth,” Manolo ordered. “I said suck it.”
    Again, Lucinda gave it a lick, but did not have the nerve to take it between her teeth.
    “I don’t want to.”
    Frustrated, Manolo lifted her up and threw her on the bed, holding her legs apart.
    “Fine. Let’s fuck.”
    With a merciless thrust, Manolo entered her, moving back and forth as he screamed out in pleasure. The feeling was mutual, as Lucinda also shook and trembled, rocking in conjunction with him.
    “Oooooo…”
    The noise left her lips in an animalistic howl. She raised her legs and locked them over his lower back, holding him in place as he continued to jab away at her overheated pussy.
    “Oooooo!”
    Manolo wasn’t as elaborate, making short, snorting sounds, like a bull about to charge.
    In the background, music played and the sounds of Silverio Perez filled the air. It was about a bullfighter, long dead, who had at least survived the ring and retired rich. Natural causes sent him to the other world.
    “Ohhhhhh.”
    The beat of the music was perfect to fuck to, but as the singer started belting out the lyrics, the impact was far less erotic.
    “Silverio. Silverio Perez…”
    In the distance, the singer sounded like he had a gay crush on Silverio Perez. He spoke of how his throat was sore from shouting the bullfighter’s name, and how he was the king of the trincherazo pass. He told of how Carmelo, Silverio’s brother who was killed by a bull, was watching down on him from