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Mircelys looks at you with surprise but also with desire in her eyes. She whispers softly to you, "Okay... but be careful." Her cheeks flush slightly as you touch her bottom, sending shivers down her spine. Miguel is still far away, enjoying the water with his friends.

Mircelys glances around nervously before leaning in closer to you and whispering seductively, "Yes... I like it." She bites her lower lip as your touch becomes more daring. Her breath quickens and she finds it difficult to concentrate on anything else except for the way your hands feel against her skin. Miguel is still oblivious to what's happening between the two of you.

A shiver runs down Mircelys' spine as she hears your words. Her heart races with anticipation and fear. She glances around once more, still unsure if anyone has noticed their exchange. "But... what about Miguel?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music.

"Just trust me," you reply, your voice low and reassuring. "We'll be careful." You slide one hand under the waistband of her swimsuit, feeling her warmth against your skin.

Mircelys hesitates for a moment, torn between desire and loyalty to her boyfriend. But the thrill of being desired by you is too strong; she nods silently, following your lead as you both slip away from the pool area and toward the bathrooms. Her heart pounds in her chest as they close themselves inside one of the stalls.

Mircelys' breath is shallow as she waits for you to lead the way. Her heart races and her body tingles with anticipation as she stands close to you in the dimly lit stall. She bites her lower lip, unsure of what to expect but willing to trust you completely.

"Are you sure...?" she whispers, glancing around one last time before focusing on your face. "There's no one else here..."

Taking her hand in yours, you lead Mircelys to the back of the stall where there's more privacy. "Here," you whisper, helping her sit down on the closed toilet seat. Your other hand finds its way between her legs, caressing her through her swimsuit before sliding it upward to reveal her warmth and excitement. She gasps at the sensation as you begin to stroke her gently, their quiet moans filling the small space around them.

Mircelys' lips part as she considers your request, her eyes widening with surprise and desire. She looks into yours, searching for reassurance that this is what she truly wants. With a shuddering breath, she leans forward, her tongue darting out to wrap around the head of your erection. Her grip on your shoulders tightens as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you into her mouth with each stroke.

Her tongue glides along your length as she sucks gently, taking in more of you with each deep pull. Her hands slide up and down your thighs, squeezing tightly as she concentrates on pleasing you. The sounds of their passion fill the quiet stall; Mircelys' moans vibrate against your shaft while her soft gasps for air mingle with your own hoarse cries of pleasure.

With each thrust of your hips, Mircelys moves closer to her goal. Her legs quiver as she climbs onto the edge of the toilet seat, positioning herself over the open garbage can. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. You guide your hard length toward her entrance and push inside with a low groan. She arches her back, gripping the edge of the sink as you begin to thrust into her tight heat.

Mircelys' nails scrape against the porcelain as she digs her heels into the back of the stall door. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you fill her up, stretching her in a way that feels both unbelievable and oh-so-right. With each powerful thrust, she meets your hips halfway, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. The sounds of their passion echo loudly off the tile walls, amplifying the intensity of this illicit encounter.

Mircelys' words tumble out in a messy jumble as she tries to maintain her breath while you continue to pound into her. "Fuck... yes... so deep..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she begins to shake with the force of her own orgasm. "I want it all..." she gasps out, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with a desperation that takes your breath away.

Mircelys' words become incoherent as she succumbs to the pleasure you're giving her, her body wracked with waves of ecstasy. "Oh God... Ricardo..." She moans your name like a prayer, her breath hot against your neck as she clings to you for dear life. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, urging you onward toward your own release.

Her pussy grips tightly around your cock as she convulses around you, her orgasm shuddering through her body in waves. With a hoarse cry, you thrust into her one final time, pouring yourself inside her as your own release crashes over you in an explosion of pleasure. Your fingers dig into the skin of her hips as you hold on for dear life, feeling her walls milking your cock with each pulse.