Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 13:48:33 +0000
From: T T <engine1844@outlook.com>
Subject: Dominated in Brazil 3

Carlos was a very handsome guy, I couldn't help but remark to myself. I had
noticed it from the first day I saw him of course, but now I took a step
back to admire him while he was soaping off in the shower. I could see him
behind the glass door but he didn't mind, he even chuckled and gave me a
little show. He knew I was hot for his ripped body and handsome face. He
was seemingly mostly of Italian background, like many Brazilians.

I guess you could compare him to a young Marlon Brando, handsome in a very
masculine way, but much darker-toned because of his Italian and Brazilian
background plus spending all day at the beach. The water cascaded and light
glistened off his broad ripped shoulders and back as I admired. He could
have posed for any number of fitness magazines, every muscle perfectly
defined, and full of vitality.

I admired for a moment the rock-hard muscles of his lower back, glutes, and
powerful legs. I knew the athleticism he was capable of; I had only just
watched him fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend; I had watched his
muscular ass flex and move as he pounded in her, his powerful bronzed
thighs and full hamstrings expand and contract as he moved into her, taking
her over. She was still lounging in the other room while Carlos took a
shower and I had come into the bathroom to pour some water over my
face. Pretty soon Jenny walked into the bathroom, smiled at me, and
proceeded to walk into the shower.

That night went on as you'd expect, I watched them fuck again in the shower
and saw Jenny come while he held her suspended in his muscular arms. I
loved watching his sculpted back and ass move as he pinned her in the air
to the shower wall and the drops of water flowed down his tanned, toned
body. I watched them fuck later against the wall in the bedroom and back on
the bed, she lay on her back legs up in the air while he stood at the edge
of the bed and really gave it to her, grabbing her wrists and making her
moan. It was hot and I jacked off watching this stud plowing into Jenny and
came at the same time that she was moaning. The night went pretty much like
that.

We didn't see Carlos again for another few days, but here we were on a
Friday night preparing to go out again to see him. He had invited us to one
of his MMA competitions and we were both excited to see the show. There
were going to be quite a few fighters displayed tonight but Carlos' fight
was one of the featured events apparently. This wasn't a big famous venue
or anything, Carlos was not a pro yet and still just at amateur level and
starting out, but from what I'd gathered he seemed to be a rising star and
was so far undefeated.

We were in a taxi soon after that heading to the arena. The crowd was
pretty rowdy. We had seats near the front and a good view of all the
fighters. Jenny was getting really into it, enjoying the show. There was a
lightweight and a featherweight fight, they put on a good show. Finally it
was Carlos' turn...this was his fifth big fight. He had won all his
previous ones, including informal matches. I think both Jenny and I got
goosebumps watching him come on stage. His physique was just so
well-proportioned and his muscles stood out with a beautiful glow. He was
wearing black and white boxer-brief type shorts. His torso formed a perfect
V-shape, and his muscled waist contrasted with the white fabric of the
shorts; his deep tan shone against it. I got a hardon as he winked at us
and as I saw his strong muscular calves and bare feet on the fighting ring
floor. His opponent was a pretty big guy. Had more bulk than definition,
and not as nicely proportioned or defined a physique. He had a brutish
face, kind of ugly, but threatening and came off as arrogant. I guess you
have to in order to win fights like that. His record wasn't as spotless as
Carlos' but he had more experience and he had won plenty of fights. We were
feeling a lot of anticipation.

We shouldn't have. It was a washout, Carlos utterly dominated and crushed
him in the fight. The fight was over in two rounds, but could have been
much sooner. It never went to the ground, instead, Carlos used masterful
combinations of striking to keep his opponent totally confused and
off-balance. Jenny was cheering wildly, I'd never seen her this way. In the
middle of the first round it dawned on me...I looked at her tits and
noticed they were hard. She was getting off on this. She was getting off
watching Carlos' tight, muscular body move and inflict major damage on his
opponent; getting turned on by the violence, by watching Carlos' tanned,
muscular sweaty physique twist and turn while delivering crushing blows to
his opponent's face and body. And I have to admit, this display of
domination and athleticism was giving me a familiar half-hardon as well.

The fight was over at the beginning of the second round, as Carlos knocked
out his opponent with an uppercut. The guy fell to the ground like a sack
of potatoes and Carlos stood over his vanquished opponent. I watched his
back muscles expand and contract as he breathed, his fist still clenched,
while his opponent was collapsed into a pile at his strong feet. I looked
again at the muscles and sinews in his calves and Achilles' heel. The crowd
was cheering wildly, and most of all among them Jenny was screeching. I
thought it was a familiar sound.

We looked at each other and she was flushed. We embraced each other and
cheered on Carlos as he raised his arms up in the air. Then we cheered
again as the judge raised his hand in the victor's pose. Carlos' body
looked magnificent, the sweat gleaming and making his physique model's
muscles stand out as the crowd applauded. He looked like an ancient
gladiator. His arm was raised, revealing his muscled armpit and cut
serratus. His opponent was still a bloody mess.

After Carlos got off the stage there was a small crowd around him to
celebrate and congratulate him. We approached him and he gave me a fist
bump and a pat on the shoulder...Jenny was ecstatic and he gave her a big
hug. Then he turned back to his friends and continued the partying that
would surely go on for the rest of the night. Jenny and I had a reservation
at a restaurant so we left, but the image of his sculpted body, still
covered with sweat as a result of vanquishing his opponent, was still
seared into my mind, as he hugged Jenny. He had gotten some of his sweat on
her but I didn't think she minded. That night, after dinner, we had an
especially intense fuck. I could still smell him on her, and she knew
it. She bit my lower lip and teased me as I pounded into her.


A couple of nights later Jenny and I were on the couch in front of the TV
making out again and we both got the idea to invite Carlos over. Jenny was
quite excited. She decided to take a bath to freshen up. After she was
done, I walked up behind Jenny while she was toweling off, grabbed her from
behind and kissed her shoulder. She moaned back and rubbed her tight ass
against me,

"Hmmm ...someone is excited," she cooed. "Are you looking forward to
tonight?"

I smiled back and kissed the back of her neck and she moaned again. We had
been fucking like crazy over the past few days. At first we didn't mention
the night with Carlos but slowly the fantasy took over our lovemaking and
we relived it again and again the last few nights. I pressed my hard dick
against Jenny's shapely dancer's ass. Her long light brown dirty blond hair
smelled great. Since meeting Carlos our sex sessions had intensified if
that is possible, and we had become more intimate with each other...as if
we shared a secret.

"Are you..." she cooed back to me again and turned around and kissed me
lightly but erotically, "are you looking forward to hanging out with Carlos
again?" She smiled teasingly and we kissed again.

I loved feeling her warm, full sexy lips and tongue teasing my own. I just
groaned and pressed forward, making a motion to remove her towel. Her hand
lay lightly on my wrist stopping me,

"Hmmm....no baby..." she said, "Let's wait." Her sultry green eyes
sparkled at me, teasing and driving me crazy. She kissed me again. "Tonight
will be so hot..." she said in between light kisses, "are you ready for it
again?"

I groaned back at her and fondled her breasts, I loved feeling them. "Yeah
baby," I answered...

"Are you ready to see big, bad Carlos again" she asked teasingly and
lightly bit my lower lip. "Do you want....do you think that...." She
asked while teasing my tongue lightly with hers and I felt her tight
dancer's body,

"What" I asked....

"Do you want a little taste again," she asked me, smiling cruelly but
erotically while we kissed, "Did you like it?" she asked while we made out,
"If you'll be a good boy again maybe big Carlos will give you a little
treat..." Fuck! Her words were upsetting me in a way but also driving me
wild while we kissed, "Would you like that baby?" she asked in her soft,
erotic voice, "That would be so sexy..." She cooed at me and trailed off
again while we kissed. "Don't be a bad boy or..." we kept kissing and she
kept biting my lower lip and flicking my tongue with hers, "...or...I'll
have Carlos kick your little white ass all over the room..." she said this
smiling wickedly, teasing me.

I went for her, kissing her harder, and she grabbed my hard dick and
smiled, "Oh that turns you on?" she chuckled. Then she pushed me away
slightly, raised a finger in a "no" sign. "Wait...Tom...I promise you,"
she kissed me slightly again, "wait...it will be hotter."

I helped her towel off and we both got ready. I even helped her, applying a
light sheen of coconut oil to her long, sexy tanned legs and body. It was
pretty intense. She looked at me, slightly smiling, erotically, slightly
smirking, while I spread the coconut oil over her legs and shapely ass and
even lightly over her tight, shaved pussy. We knew who it was most likely
who was going to be pounding that pussy for most of the night. Mostly I
remember her erotic smile.


About twenty minutes later, Carlos stepped in wearing jeans and a white
t-shirt. But he had the body type and could carry himself to make even that
look great. Everything fit him well and the white t-shirt stood out against
his bronzed skin, fitting around his rock-hard, broad shoulders and
muscles. He had already had a couple of drinks and was in a good mood after
his victory the other day. We greeted each other, bumped fists and he
walked in. I got us some beers as Carlos headed straight for Jenny, who was
wearing a sexy dark green short evening dress that showed off her lightly
tanned breasts. They were already making out as I returned with the beers.

I was mesmerized again watching them together. I hadn't seen Carlos with my
girlfriend since that night, and although this didn't surprise me, it
really got me going to see my hot girlfriend caress his lips with hers and
feel his arms, watching his strong jaw and handsome face next to her
elegant, pretty face. Watching him kiss my girlfriend was for some reason
even more intense now. Maybe it was the display of violence and dominance
during his fight a couple of nights before. I had always been impressed
with his physique but now I knew just what he was capable of.

He could have snapped me in half if he wanted. And watching him with Jenny
seemed to hit me in a primal way. It was like he was a warrior claiming his
prize. But I had willingly surrendered to him, he had defeated me just by
his physique, handsome looks, and his dominant, threatening aura. I watched
in fear and lust as Jenny lifted up the bottom of his t-shirt and exposed
his magnificent, powerful body.

We both gasped as Jenny ran her hands up and down the mounds of muscle in
his chest and his cut abs. She unbuckled his belt and without a word sank
to her knees in front of him.

"You want to get fucked in front of your boyfriend again?" he asked.

Jenny looked up at him and nodded, smiling.

"Tell him," he said, curtly.

Jenny looked at me. She smiled teasingly, licked her lips and said, "Baby
I'm going to fuck Carlos in front of you again...I think we should be nice
to our guest...what do you think?"

I said nothing and just smiled and nodded back, dumbfounded, and turned
on. Something fell on my face...Carlos had thrown his t-shirt on my
face. When I took it off, noticing his manly scent mixed with cologne,
Jenny was already drawing down his jeans. He stood up straight in front of
her and cupped the back of her head as she dragged his jeans down his
powerful, muscular thighs. Carlos kicked off his shoes and stepped out of
his jeans with a graceful movement as my loving girlfriend of two years
tore at the waistband of his boxer briefs and ran her other hand up and
down his shapely bronzed legs.

Carlos winked at me and now, just in his white boxer briefs, which
contrasted against his deeply tanned skin, stood in front of Jenny and let
her slowly drag down the waistband as she bit her lower lip. She had a look
of sultry lust and anticipation in her eyes. Slowly the boxers came down
revealing the magnificent girth of his virile cock; slowly they revealed
his muscular, powerful ass. I almost came as I remembered how I had licked
his sculpted, hairless ass as he had driven that thick dick again and again
into my girlfriend, driving her to orgasm. I wasn't really prepared,
however, for what he would do tonight.

It was incredibly hot to watch my girlfriend lower the waistband so slowly
and reveal Carlos' cock: it was thick, a bronzed brown like the rest of his
body and almost gleamed in the dim light of our apartment with a vitality
and power. Carlos had both length and thickness so after some time, while
we both gasped at his manhood, finally Jenny dragged the waistband past the
tip and his cock sprang upward, audibly slapped his 8-pack abs and then
came to rest on Jenny's forehead. The contrast between his thick, veined
brown cock and Jenny's pretty face was amazing. As the boxers fell to
Carlos' feet, he casually stepped out of them and kicked them toward me,
then again gently grabbed the back of her head and let her rub his cock all
over her face.

"Go ahead slut," he said, "show your boyfriend how you suck Brazilian
dick."

And indeed Jenny immediately placed her hands behind her back at the small
of her back and proceeded, with a smile to claim the head of Carlos' cock
between her lips.

"Good girl," he encouraged her. This spurred her on. I could see she was
already so turned on, a slight pink blush on her cheeks and upper chest,
complementing her light tan, as she now lovingly ran her velvet-like lips
over his strong dick. She looked so sexy with her long, silky dirty blond
hair moving back and forth over his long, thick cock. With her hands behind
her back Jenny worshiped Carlos in that position for maybe ten
minutes. Mostly he was silent, but she moaned with a lust I had rarely if
ever heard while she was sucking me off, and she smacked her lips loudly
with a hunger as she blew him, slowly and sensuously.

She stopped at times to lick and suck his balls. Carlos slowly but
rhythmically jacked his dick while she knelt before him and licked his
balls, letting the base and lower shaft of his big dick tap her forehead
dominantly on the downstroke as his cock came to rest there. I stood by
entranced and watched my girlfriend worship this Brazilian stud. He looked
ever more amazing, standing up straight, like a sculpted Greek statue in
our living room.

Soon Carlos I think was primed and ready to fuck, so he bent over and
literally picked Jenny up in the air. She squealed with delight and I
admired the muscles in his torso, sides, and powerful glutes, hamstrings,
thighs as he picked her up like a rag doll and put her over his
shoulder. He carried her that way to our bedroom while she giggled. I
followed close behind.

As soon as he got in our bedroom Carlos confidently sauntered over to our
bed with Jenny around his shoulder and then manhandled and plopped her down
on the bed while she giggled and laughed. He stood proudly in front of her,
his magnificent muscular physique covered in a light sheen of sweat, his
big, beautiful dick sticking out menacingly at a 45 degree angle toward
her. We both stood in awe before him, as if he was a pagan sex god.

"Tell your boyfriend what you want," he said to her...

"Baby...I'm going to fuck Carlos now...we're going to fuck on our
bed...is that OK?" she asked coyly, teasingly. I nodded.

"Tell him to ask me," he said.

"Tom...please...." she pursed her lips and smiled at me.

"Carlos...can....can you fuck Jenny?" I asked.

"Ask nicely," he said. The arrogance of this guy! But he deserved it...

"Please Carlos. Please fuck my girlfriend. Please fuck her and make her
feel good," I begged him.

"Fuck me Carlos, please..." she quietly cooed as I was talking. Here we
were, both begging this stud to fuck her, to fuck a girlfriend in front of
her boyfriend on their own bed. The feeling must have been amazing for
Carlos. I felt he deserved it though. He seemed familiar with this scene,
as if he'd done it before. (I was indeed going to find out from a
longer-term American expat who worked as a promoter in the MMA circuit that
Carlos had fucked his French girlfriend when he had first arrived with her
to Rio. It seemed he made a habit of conquering tourist girls.)

Carlos didn't waste any time. He stepped forward, grabbed Jenny's hips,
pulled and slid her down the bed in a position he found comfortable as he
got up on the bed on his knees. I watched his sculpted back and the
armor-like mounds of muscle in his shoulders and traps as he looked down
and aimed his big dick at Jenny's pussy. I was watching from behind but
pretty soon I heard a gasp and moan and I knew he had penetrated her.

I watched, again, from behind, as he slowly worked his big cock into her. I
heard her moans and gasps as his worked inch after thick inch into her. I
knew I could have walked around to get a closer look but for the moment I
was enjoying watching from behind, the contrast between her long, sleek
elegant legs and his graceful, muscular body as Carlos once again claimed
my girlfriend's tight pussy with his big dick. Finally he reached a depth
where he was comfortable and I watched now as his back muscles expanded and
contracted as he tore into her. Her yelps and shrieks of pleasure once
again started to mount to a familiar crescendo.

I couldn't help but watch this primal scene as if I was hypnotized. And in
fact, while watching his incredible display of athleticism as he fucked my
girlfriend I couldn't help but think back to two nights ago, when he had
his big fight. Suddenly images from that fight started to flash before
me. Jenny's excited yelps during the fight as he reduced his opponent to a
bloody mess, so much like the yelps she was making now, of pleasure, as he
beat up that tight pink pussy.

His dynamic, powerful, graceful and violent moves in the ring, as he
delivered blow after crushing blow to his opponent, defeating him, now so
much like the sleek and graceful contractions of his back, arm, hip and leg
muscles as he pummeled my girlfriend's pussy, driving her to moan in
pleasure and by now, at least two orgasms already.

I could no longer take it, and I walked around to the side to take a closer
look. The heat coming from my bed as Carlos fucked Jenny was amazing, and I
could smell his scent, so manly and intoxicating, mixed with cologne and
with hers as the bed rocked and slammed repeatedly into the wall. It was,
again, like a Greek god on display fucking, his deeply bronzed muscular
body contrasting with Jenny's lighter tan and beautiful, sleek feminine
elegance, his brown cock plunging again and again in her tight pink
pussy. I was hard as a rock but didn't touch myself, I wanted to make this
last...although I was about ready to come without touching myself! Still,
I held on.

Jenny held on to his upper back and lower neck and he slammed into her
again and again. I was kneeling right beside her head. The ends of her hair
were lightly grazing my dick rhythmically, as Carlos' thrusts moved her
whole body back and forth, back and forth, his sweat dripping on her while
she licked her lips and erupted in her third orgasm.

"Who fucks you the best," he grunted.

"Fuckkk....YOU DO!" Jenny immediately said through moans and sighs of
pleasure, "Carlos....fuckk....you fuck me the best...please Carlos keep
fucking me...fuck me harder!...."

Carlos assented if that was possible and increased his pace. "Tell your
boyfriend," he ordered.

"Fuckk.....Tommmm...thank ...fuck" Jenny was trying communicate
something through all the grimaces of passion, I think I
understood. "Tomm...thank you....for....Carlos is fucking me
baby....he's fucking me so...." another wave was building "He's fucking
me so much better than you Tom....he's so much better!!"

I almost came without touching myself at this. Carlos was excited also by
Jenny's words. He leaned in, grabbed the back of her head, looked her
straight in her eyes and started to fuck her somewhat slower, changing
pace, but more methodically, rhythmically. Again scenes of his violent and
bloody victory two nights before raced through my mind, and images of his
body moving rhythmically and gracefully, striking out his opponent. Here he
was conquering a girl's pussy. An alpha male moving in, taking his prize,
his manhood sexually canceling me out. They looked straight into each
others' eyes and Jenny had an intense, wild gaze, I had never seen her like
that. Suddenly a blush came over her cheeks and upper body. And her moans
intensified.

"That's it...do it...go ahead...come again while I take you in front of
your pussy boyfriend!"

Jenny blew up at this, and, still looking Carlos in the eye while he fucked
her hard, started to screech in a way I had never heard before. A monster
orgasm crashed over her and then, even more incredibly, I stared
dumbfounded, watching as Carlos raised up and back and Jenny squirted! She
let out a small jet that wetted Carlos' dick and his lower abs. He stood on
his knees majestically in front of her while she calmed down, his thick
cock hovering over Jenny. Jenny shook and made incoherent sounds as she
came down from the heights of what had probably been the strongest orgasm
she'd ever experienced.

Carlos now waited while Jenny calmed down. He looked at me and winked. I
smiled back.

"Tom come here," he ordered. I obeyed without question and eagerly got to
my feet and approached him. "Look at that. Look at your girlfriend."

I did. She was still in post-orgasmic bliss, but was recovering...and was
clawing at his abs...she wanted him again!

"Looks like she wants more." Jenny just nodded. "Do you want more?" She
nodded again. "Tom go ahead...give your girlfriend more of what she
needs."

I looked quizzically at him for a moment. But then I realized what he, and
she, and all of us, wanted. The heat emanating from his ripped body was
intense and my dick twitched as I grabbed the base of Carlos' much bigger,
virile cock. My hand and arm accidentally rubbed against the sweat off his
body, that he had developed in the exertions of athletically fucking into
Jenny. I felt honored again to be a part of this. His cock was so thick,
like a muscle full of vitality and strength. I looked expectantly at
Carlos, hoping that he would let me do more. I was beyond being ashamed. I
wanted to taste her off him again. I wanted to suck his dick, to submit to
him and his manliness again, to submit to this warrior. He had different
plans though.

"Just guide me into your girlfriend, pussyboy," he ordered. With a sigh, I
did so. I knew I could never stand up to him. He did treat me like a wimp
and a coward in front of her, but I guess compared to him I was. He had
dominated me just with his body, aura, and presence, but we both knew that
if I tried to stand up to him, he could reduce my body to nothing in
minutes. And the fear and intimidation I had of him, added to my lust.

"Do what he says Tom...." Jenny cooed, smiling, but cruelly. "You don't
want Carlos to hurt you..." she trailed off. He chuckled. It was a joke,
but it really wasn't. Jenny too could see how intimidated I was in front of
him, and it turned her on to see her boyfriend wilt in front of this
superior fighter.

Slowly I worked his huge, thick dick back into Jenny, mesmerized by her
moans, by the contrast between his virile brown cock and the feminine pink
folds of her pussy, his strength and dominance that had in a way driven
Jenny and me to a new level of intimacy. He made me feel feminine, weak
with lust, and closer to her. Both Jenny and me felt the same around this
tough, stud. As his cock bottomed out in her, my hand was still caught
between their bodies. He slowly fucked into her through my hand as she
lightly moaned in the most seductive way and looked at him, biting her
lower lip. Then he casually pushed me out of the way, leaned over, and
began his powerful, rhythmic fucking again!

Jenny was now lost in a rising series of moans and shrieks as Carlos
started a new assault on her tight pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little
pussy....fuckkk....Carlos, take me, I'm yours!! FUCK ME HARDER!"

I had never seen Jenny like this but I wasn't complaining. I was now
jerking off, stroking myself in time with Carlos' thrusts into my
girlfriend. He was again slamming the headboard against the wall. The
sounds in the room were the bed being slammed, their bodies slapping
together, and Jenny's wild moans and words. The smell of sex and of Carlos
was everywhere.

"Jenny is mine Tom," he curtly declared.

"Yes!! Fuck me Carlos!! Take me! Take my white pussy! I'm yours...cum
inside me...knock me up in front of my boyfriend!" I watched Carlos
piledrive his veined, virile brown dick again and again into her. I was
amazed again by the contrast between his muscular, powerful bronzed body
and Jenny's athletic but feminine and dainty frame, she looked so small
compared to him, taken over by a barbarian. The deep masculine grunts that
came out of his chest were so different from her high pitched squeals of
delight and the depraved, cruel things she was saying in a thin, seductive
voice.

He was determined now. Jenny was building up to another orgasm. I grabbed
her hand that she had kept for leverage on Carlos' powerful shoulder. She
looked at me with love, intimacy, and lust. Carlos had done this to
her. "He's.....he's going to come inside my pussy baby...do you want
that....do you want Carlos to come inside your girlfriend...to knock me
up?"

"Yes, " I answered without thinking. "Please Carlos...please come inside
Jenny!"

"Fuck...I'm gonna come in your girlfriend's pussy!" Again the contrast
between his deep, manly sexy voice and Jenny's...and...I have to admit,
my own. I only noticed the contrast after but I had just begged this
Brazilian athlete to come inside my girlfriend in a high-pitched, desperate
voice. The only manly, deep grunts in the room were coming from this stud.

Carlos was only too glad to oblige with our begging. Leaning over again, he
placed his powerful arms on the sides of her head and really started to
fuck into her, leading to his final assault. I watched the muscles in his
ass contract as he moved up and down, up and down, picking up speed. The
sight was amazing. It was going to happen! I looked back at Jenny as she
grasped my hand tightly, almost cutting into the back of my hand with her
nails. His shining brown cock was slamming into her pink pussy, destroying
it.

She was looking again into his eyes. Looking right into her and fucking her
like a machine, Carlos said nothing but just grunted, emitting another deep
grunt as he plunged into her. Jenny told me later that she felt a flood of
heat spread out all over her body as he was coming inside her. Jenny
squealed into another orgasm and I watched in amazement as Carlos kept his
cock buried in her all the way, shooting volley after volley of his potent
cum inside her. I held my girlfriend's hand while this stud came inside
her, knocking her up. Jenny erupted in an orgasm as he flooded her.  I came
on the floor at the same time he did inside her. Carlos' sexual victory was
final and complete.

The two of them stayed together, Carlos on top of Jenny, in post-orgasmic
bliss. I had backed off a little as she let my hand go to slightly graze
the muscles of his back and shoulders as they were relaxing. Soon however
Carlos raised himself up and slowly pulled his magnificent dick out ...his
cum was leaking out of her, his cum was everywhere. Jenny looked up at him
worshipfully, still.

I watched his physique with admiration, every muscle defined as he relaxed
now. He winked and smirked at me. Carlos got up off the bed, and walked by
me while I was still on my knees, toward the bathroom. He ruffled my hair
as he passed by, and I saw Jenny emit a small chuckle. But she was still
totally zombified and lost in a post-orgasmic bliss. I looked toward the
bathroom as Carlos walked, admiring again the muscles in his back as he
moved, gracefully, like an athlete or warrior after another victory. But
somehow I think this was nothing unusual for him.

I looked back at Jenny and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Little did I
know what Carlos had planned for us...and for me...for the rest of the
night.  Because this night ended up being VERY long. But I'll tell you
about it next time.