Mucho screwed
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The smile that Rosa is giving you both unnerves and excites you. It reminds you of the smile Angela gets when she spots a sale a her favorite store, only Rosa’s smile is directed towards you instead of a store. You’re not a hundred percent sure what penetrado means, but from the up and down motion Rosa was doing with her hand, you don’t think it means anything wholesome. Whatever you did last night was most likely rough and messy. Speaking of which, you just notice that you’re a little sticky all over. This isn’t the first time noticing, you felt a bit sticky when you were bouncing around between Rosa’s impressive fun pillows, but you thought that you were sticky because of the sweat running down her chest.
You take a whiff of yourself and recoil. You reek. The last time you smelt a scent like the one you are wearing was that time you got locked in your mom’s cabinet and found that strange phallic shaped object that vibrated when you pressed a switch on the base. When you asked your mom about it, she just blushed and gave you twenty dollars to never bring up the strange object again. Now you smell like that thing and have no idea why.
“Why do I smell?” You ask Rosa, forgetting totally about the language barer. Apparently that doesn’t matter because even without knowing what you’re exactly saying, Rosa still picks up on the gist of it. She giggles a little and her smile grows a tiny bit.
“Una más vez, amante?” She grips you a little harder and looks at you in excitement. It sounds like she asked you something, but you have no clue what it is. She could of asked you if you wanted a bath or if it was alright if she could put you in a blender and make you into a smoothie. You let your instincts do the talking, which say that what she’s asking is probably not very bad, you use one of the few words you know of Spanish.
“sí.” Not a millionth of a second after you say that one word, does Rosa let out some kind of Mexican Amazon war cry and rush into her house. Her hand clenches tightly around you as she rushes into her house. While she’s running inside, you spot the humble furniture around the small home. Then, all you see is the stairs as Rosa rushes up them as fast as her lovely, long legs will allow. By now, you’re a little sick from the rough ride. The sickness passes as Rosa opens a door at the top of the stairs and slams it shut.
She looks at you in her hand and licks her lips like you’re a taco. You begin to rethink your first assumption that what she asked you wasn’t bad. While holding you with one hand, her other hand fumbles with her pants, trying to get them down. You try to look down from her fist, but her grip is covering everything, but your head. You hear clothes hit the floor and Rosa sits down on a bed in the middle of the room. You look around as much as you can and see a closet, a nightstand and some books littered around the room. It hits you that you’re inside her room, alone, with her pants now around her ankles. Everything comes together and you finally know exactly what penetrado means.
You take a whiff of yourself and recoil. You reek. The last time you smelt a scent like the one you are wearing was that time you got locked in your mom’s cabinet and found that strange phallic shaped object that vibrated when you pressed a switch on the base. When you asked your mom about it, she just blushed and gave you twenty dollars to never bring up the strange object again. Now you smell like that thing and have no idea why.
“Why do I smell?” You ask Rosa, forgetting totally about the language barer. Apparently that doesn’t matter because even without knowing what you’re exactly saying, Rosa still picks up on the gist of it. She giggles a little and her smile grows a tiny bit.
“Una más vez, amante?” She grips you a little harder and looks at you in excitement. It sounds like she asked you something, but you have no clue what it is. She could of asked you if you wanted a bath or if it was alright if she could put you in a blender and make you into a smoothie. You let your instincts do the talking, which say that what she’s asking is probably not very bad, you use one of the few words you know of Spanish.
“sí.” Not a millionth of a second after you say that one word, does Rosa let out some kind of Mexican Amazon war cry and rush into her house. Her hand clenches tightly around you as she rushes into her house. While she’s running inside, you spot the humble furniture around the small home. Then, all you see is the stairs as Rosa rushes up them as fast as her lovely, long legs will allow. By now, you’re a little sick from the rough ride. The sickness passes as Rosa opens a door at the top of the stairs and slams it shut.
She looks at you in her hand and licks her lips like you’re a taco. You begin to rethink your first assumption that what she asked you wasn’t bad. While holding you with one hand, her other hand fumbles with her pants, trying to get them down. You try to look down from her fist, but her grip is covering everything, but your head. You hear clothes hit the floor and Rosa sits down on a bed in the middle of the room. You look around as much as you can and see a closet, a nightstand and some books littered around the room. It hits you that you’re inside her room, alone, with her pants now around her ankles. Everything comes together and you finally know exactly what penetrado means.
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