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curved metal. When she rested her arms along the edge, water splashed against her breasts, causing her large, dark nipples to harden. “You don’t need that gun,” she said with a smile. Her foot moved beneath the water to slip between Clint’s legs. “But I think you might need this one.”
    Clint was surprised she could fit inside that tub with him. He was surprised again when she found the room to move forward as if to sit on his lap. He met her halfway by scooting forward until she was able to straddle him properly. Her hands slid along the edge of the tub until they met behind his head. Maria looked down at him and smiled expectantly with her full, deep red lips.
    â€œI can feel your gun now,
señor
,” she said while grinding against his growing erection.
    â€œYou’ll feel it even better in a minute.” With that, Clint wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Maria’s fingers slid through his hair as she arched her back and her entire body trembled when he started teasing her nipples with his tongue.
    Her body was taut and muscular. Her skin smelled of perspiration, smoke . . . and yet a heady, sensual smell, as well. When Clint touched her, she responded out of pure instinct, twisting and turning to guide his tongue where she wanted it to go while shifting her weight until his hard cock brushed against the right spot between her thighs.
    Clint licked one breast and then the other before running his tongue straight up between them to taste her neck. She was salty. The bath would take care of that.
    He kept one hand upon her rounded hip while reaching down with the other to guide his rigid pole into her warm pussy. As soon as he entered her, Clint pumped up to drive every inch of his cock into her tight embrace. Maria gripped the edges of the tub with both hands, leaning back until her long dark hair touched the water behind her.
    With both hands on her hips again, Clint held her in place as he drove into her again and again. With a bit of gentle encouragement, he got her to lift herself up just a bit so he could plunge into her at a better angle. When he buried even more of his cock into her, she opened her eyes wide and pulled in a sharp breath. Maria’s smile widened and she exhaled slowly amid a long string of whispered Spanish words. Before long, she took the reins by leaning forward and holding on to the tub near Clint’s shoulders. Her body writhed slowly back and forth, riding his shaft while continuing to whisper into his ear.
    Clint ran his hands up and down along her back while kissing her breasts and neck. He found a sweet spot that got her moving faster as he licked it, and when he tested her with a few gentle bites, Maria’s entire body tensed. She stopped moving, which prompted him to start thrusting again. This time, he moved with shorter, more powerful strokes. Maria responded by looking him straight in the eyes and grabbing the back of his head with one hand.
    They remained locked that way for the next several minutes. She watched him with eyes that told him everything he needed to know. As soon as she wanted more, he gave it to her. When she was ready to be pushed over the edge, he grabbed her hips in both hands and took her there.
    Maria sat up straight and bounced up and down as Clint pounded into her. Her back became rigid and she held on to the sides of the tub for support while opening her legs as far as she could. Water splashed over their bodies and onto the floor. Her breasts swayed to the rhythm of their movements, and her voice became strained until it caught in the back of her throat. Clint waited for a second until she caught her breath. Then he drove up into her again, burying every inch of his rigid pole between her legs. Maria leaned back and let out a shuddering cry until her climax rolled through her entire body like a storm. When she opened her eyes again, she smiled and started riding him with renewed