Lupe looks down at the floor shyly, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Well... sometimes I like it rough," she whispers, barely able to get the words out. "But only if... if the person knows what they're doing." She glances back up at you through her long eyelashes, uncertainty clouding her eyes.

Her hand moves unconsciously to her bottom, feeling for how tight her jeans are and revealing just how turned on she is by the thought of letting loose with you.

Lupe's eyes widen in surprise before she realizes that your grip is gentle and not meant to hurt her. A soft moan escapes her lips as you touch her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, relishing the feel of your strong hands on her body. "Gracias..." she whispers, leaning into your touch.

Her hips begin to sway instinctively, mirroring the rhythm of her breath as it becomes faster and shallower.

"Dios mío, James... más, por favor... te amo así..." (My God, James... more, please... I love you like this...)

"Ay, cariño! Tu boca es un milagro para mí... Ahora quiero sentirte dentro de mi cuerpo." (Oh, darling! Your mouth is a miracle for me... Now I want to feel you inside my body.) ***