Martha had always dreamed of exploring the vibrant markets and exotic landscapes of Morocco. The sun-kissed streets of Marrakech were a far cry from the Caribbean beaches where she had met Leandro, but the memory of their passionate night together was as vivid as ever. She had hoped to keep that encounter a secret, tucked away in the recesses of her mind, but fate had other plans.
As Martha wandered through the bustling souks, her eyes scanning the colorful displays of spices and textiles, she felt a familiar tingle of excitement. She had always been drawn to tall, dark, and handsome men, and Leandro fit that description perfectly. His chiseled features, dark eyes, and the hint of a beard had made her heart race, and she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever see him again.
Little did she know, Leandro followed her in Marrakech, and he had just spotted her from across the crowded marketplace. He had been thinking about her ever since their night together, and the sight of her curvaceous figure, with her big hips and big butt, made his heart skip a beat. He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her, but Martha had already seen him. She tried to hide, ducking behind a stall, but it was too late. Leandro had already seen her, and he was determined to catch up with her.
Martha felt a mix of excitement and fear as she tried to evade Leandro. She darted through the narrow alleys, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear his footsteps behind her, and she knew she couldn't outrun him forever. As she turned a corner, she found herself in a secluded courtyard, and before she could react, Leandro had grabbed her from behind.
"Martha, it's me," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky. "I've been looking for you."
Martha's breath caught in her throat as she felt his strong arms wrap around her. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and she knew she was in trouble. She tried to pull away, but Leandro held her firmly in place, his hands roaming over her body.
"Let me go," she protested, but her voice lacked conviction. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Leandro chuckled softly, his breath hot against her neck. "You don't really want me to let you go, do you?" he murmured, his hands cupping her big butt. "You remember what we did in the Caribbean, don't you?"
Martha's body betrayed her as she felt a shiver of pleasure run through her. She remembered every detail of their night together, and she knew she couldn't resist him. She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his.
He pushed her against the wall, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts. Martha moaned softly, her head falling back as he squeezed her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her, and she knew she was in for a wild ride.
Leandro's hands moved quickly, hitching up her dress and pulling down her panties. He knelt before her, his tongue flicking out to taste her wet pussy. Martha gasped, her hands gripping his hair as he licked and sucked her clit. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, and she knew she wouldn't last long.
"Leandro..." she moaned, her hips grinding against his face. "Stop. Someone might see us."
Leandro's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued to devour her pussy. He could feel her body trembling, and he knew she was close to orgasm. He slid a finger inside her, curling it to hit her G-spot, and Martha cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
As she came down from her high, Leandro stood up, his dick already hard and ready. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and thrust into her with one swift motion. Martha gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
"Fuck, Martha," Leandro groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "You feel so good."
Martha could only moan in response, her body moving in sync with his. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Leandro's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She could feel his dick pulsing inside her, and she knew he was close too.
"Come with me, Leandro," she whispered, her voice breathy. "I want to feel you come inside me."
Leandro groaned, his body trembling as he reached his climax. He could feel his hot cum filling her pussy, and he knew he had satisfied her completely. Martha's body convulsed around him, her own orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
As they both came down from their high, Leandro pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her legs. Martha could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she knew she would be sore tomorrow. But she didn't care. She had just experienced the most intense pleasure of her life, and she knew she would never forget it.
Leandro helped her straighten her clothes, his hands lingering on her body. "I've been thinking about you ever since the Caribbean," he admitted, his voice soft. "I'm glad I found you again."
Martha blushed, her heart fluttering in her chest. "We should probably get out of here before someone sees us."
Leandro laughed, taking her hand in his as they walked back through the souks. Martha couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She had come to Morocco for a vacation, but she had found so much more. She had found Leandro, and she knew that their connection was something special. She couldn't wait to see where their journey would take them next.