The morning sun streamed through the blinds, casting stripes across Jenifer's big tits. She stretched, feeling the silky sheets against her skin. "Mmm... que rico..." she murmured, still half-asleep. But sleep wasn't on her mind for long.
A soft knock echoed through the apartment. It was her neighbor, a young guy named Miguel. She knew he'd been eyeing her for weeks, ever since she caught him staring as she watered her plants in just a small bikini. She knew what he wanted.
She opened the door, wearing only a lacy robe. He didn't even try to hide his gaze. "Jenifer... good morning. I... I just wanted to borrow a cup of sugar," he stammered, his eyes glued to her cleavage. "Claro, Miguel," she said, her voice husky with sleep… and something else. She led him inside.
The 'sugar' remained untouched on the counter. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. "You're so beautiful, Jenifer," he whispered, reaching out to touch her arm. She leaned into his touch, guiding his hand lower, towards her curvy, delicious ass. She moaned softly as his fingers traced her shape, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
She pulled him closer, whispering in his ear in Spanish, "I have something much sweeter than sugar for you, mijo..."
She led him to the bedroom, and soon, they were tangled in the sheets. He worshipped her body, his tongue tracing every inch of her large breasts as she moaned his name, her hands tangled in his hair. He pleasured her for so long until she told him "Fuck me like you hate me"
Then, he positioned himself above her, his gaze intense. In a POV experience, he began thrusting deep inside her. Her grip tightened around his body. Minutes later, he unloaded a torrent of cum inside her. She moaned his name and kissed him passionately.
He knew it was a moment he would never forget – the taste of her, the feel of her skin, the sound of her moans as he exploded inside of her. The morning sugar was so much better than he expected.
