Carlos's coarse beard hairs scratched at your thighs as they rested on either side of his face. He was laying on his back on the floor beneath you while you straddled his head, his mouth working fervently between your legs.

Before you know it, his calloused hands are crawling up your thighs, caressing your skin. Eventually, his hands find their resting spot upon your hips. With a firm grip, he begins subtly pushing and pulling, encouraging you to move back and forth above him.