Latina X Lu X Leo: Ropes, Silence & An Unexpected Guest (HD)

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As her body rested, Leo stepped from the shadows of Latina’s imagination. Broad shoulders, inked forearms, storm-grey eyes, the half-smile that promised wicked education. He wore nothing but dusk, hair tousled, skin smelling faintly of cedar and saltwater. His knee pressed into the mattress beside her hip, dipping it, murmuring her name.
Latina rolled onto her back, heartbeat quickening. He leaned over, lips brushing hers, questioning, tasting. His tongue flicked the seam of her mouth; hers answered, velvety, slow, tasting him back. The moment swelled, a perfect bubble of heat. A rogue groan slid up her throat, needy, immediate.
His hand trailed down her throat, lined her collarbone, then slipped below until it found her silk nightwear. One, two, three— air kissed her cinnamon skin. Instead of peeling the fabric away, though, his palm delved higher, returning to her wrist. Something coarse grazed her skin—rope. Shibari-grade, soft hemp, dusky cord wound snug. No further explanation. He worked with surprising deftness, tying her wrists and ankles each to a bedpost.
“Breath,” he whispered. His thumb traced her lower lip, dipping between teeth, hinting her open. Heat flared in her pussy.
Leo knelt across her sternum, cock rising thick and proud.
Latina opened, tongue flat in offering. He pressed, forward but measured. The blunt crown slid between her teeth, velvet iron filling the cavity, salty spice saturating her senses. He rocked forward—one inch, two—inching across her tasting buds, stretching jaw hinge. Saliva surged forth, lubricating, betraying her enjoyment.
She slurped, cheeks hollowing. A raw moan tried escaping—muffled by the gag that was him. He slid farther; shaft kissed the back of her throat. Her eyes watered; mascara prickled. He withdrew only to thrust again, slow, relentless, balls brushing her chin. Each stroke echoed low in her abdomen, her pussy clenching the emptiness.
Her moans rose, uncontrollable, triumphant. Leo plucked the silk scarf draped on the nightstand—pared down to nothing, the hue of melted raspberries. He bunched, stuffed bridal width between her cheeks, muffling her throat-songs. It tasted faintly of perfume, soft, woven with her own spit. Hot breath billowed through nostrils. Next, he unfurled sheer black pantyhose, gathered hem scrunching like spider web. He slid the crotch-panel across her eyes, knotted behind her skull. Darkness swallowed her, amplifying each sound—his breathing, the rope’s whisper, the synchronized beat of her pulse.
Then the mechanical whir sliced through—Leo flicked the switch of a slim vibrating wand. Latina recognized the model instinctively: silicone head, ten speeds, rumble that could coax ocean from marrow. He dragged it from her knee to inner thigh, pure electricity in motion. She braced, but instead of contact with her core, he circled, teased, denying direct touch. Wetness seeped, glazing the satin strip between her labia.
he arched, rope groaning. Body became a lantern of nerve endings, every inch chasing the phantom buzz. Tears welled under nylon blindfold.
A sudden rap cracked the stillness—three purposeful knocks. Latina startled, dream-logic shattering. She froze, heart hammering against Leo’s thigh. 
Door hinge sighed. Lu stepped in, silhouette carved against hallway brightness: amazon height, skin tawny, hair obsidian sheet to waist. Black fishnet molded her curves, her nipples crowning dark portals that tempted touch. Panties nonexistent—bare pussy swollen beneath netting, gloss of arousal dewing the threads. Her lips wore violet lipstick already smudged from anticipatory biting.
Latina’s breath snagged. Lu—her newest coworker, the one whose laughter always ribboned too low, too intimate. Threesome fantasies had ghosts through hallways when she stayed late, Lu’s perfume a trail of smoke. Now here flesh stood, real, licking her lips at the sight of Latina bound and tear-streaked.
Leo set the wand on the sheet, rose to greet Lu.
Lu crawled onto the mattress, knee to Latina’s ear, core hovering inches above.. Latina inhaled the musk of her pussy,. Anticipation ground sparks across her clit.
Leo grasped Lu’s hips, lifting her away. His hands moved to Latina’s knots, quick, reverent. Rope slithered off wrists, off ankles.
Latina wrapped bands around each of Lu’s calf-thigh junction, cinching tight enough to bite, yet permitting fair circulation. She finished with textbook knots, knees parted, fuck-holes exposed beneath torn fishnet.
Latina presented a ballgag and pressed the sphere past violet gloss. Strap buckled at nape. Lu moaned, drool collecting, mascara hood crinkling. Helpless prettiness bloomed.
Leo knelt, recaptured the wand handle. He increased intensity—level six. Lu writhed, breath hissing through gag. Cream left shimmering trails across rubber. “Lower,” Latina guided. She pried torn net apart, exposing velvety pink folds, clit an angry cherry. Leo set wand head flat against it; Lu bucked, eyes whites flashing as Latina fucked her from behind with her strap on.Lu’s whine vibrated Leo’s cock inside her mouth; he groaned, hand cupping the back of her head and shooting his creaming load all over her face. Latina watched and licked the cum from Lu’s ballgag.