i can’t w Miguel’s thighs ok I just can’t w them. They r firm big and luscious and juicy! Can u imagine like u standing all nervous in the corner bc Miguel intimidates u. with a rough voice and a movement of his finger, he ushers u to come over. “ven” is all he says. that is Spanish for come so u anxiously walk to him. with a growl he says “sit” then pats his thighs. u oblige and sit on his thigh. his thigh stuck between ur legs. u know ur growing hot and wet in ur pussy and it’s difficult to not try to cause friction to release tension. Miguel smirks as he rubs his jaw, looking at u sensually but also w guilt. “You poor thing look so tense and nervous. Don’t worry baby, u ain’t gotta be nervous around papi. U can take care of what u gotta take care of.” This was the ok to let go. With an amount of pressure building up, u start grinding your wet pussy on his thigh. he was in his spider suit so it was easy to glide up and down. the friction of ur clothes against ur clit rubbing against it had you moaning. ur hands clenched onto Miguel’s thick shoulders. “That’s it mama, that’s it let it go. That’s it let it go.” He praised and ushered u. U could see and feel his dick getting hard by it pressing ur leg. “Fuck I’m gonna come!” U cried as u came, ur legs shaking and u left a little puddle onto his thigh. “I’ll have to clean that up. Perhaps I’ll do it w my tongue, no?”
