The fireworks lit the night sky outside, but inside the quiet apartment, it was just you and Carmen, wrapped up in your own world. You stood near the window, phone pressed to your ear, holding Carmen close in a gentle arm lock from behind. Your arms circled her waist, softly but firmly keeping her near.

Her light blue puffy bubble coat hung open, showing off her bare, lotion-slicked thighs. She’d poured the lotion generously, her skin gleaming under the dim light, making every move smooth and slippery. Her thick thighs pressed against you, grinding lightly, teasing with slow, deliberate motions.

Her breath was hot against your neck as she sighed softly. “Fine shyt,” she whispered—using her playful code for you—“you look so good, papi…” Her hips swayed against you, the wet warmth of her thighs making you shiver.

From the phone, her mom’s voice came through, concerned. “Why isn’t Carmen answering? I’ve been calling her all evening.”

Carmen quickly put on a sweet, innocent voice, leaning her head back just enough to sound composed as she said, “Hola, mami! I’m right here, just talking to papi. Everything’s fine.”

But the innocent act only lasted seconds before a soft, needy moan slipped out. Her voice dropped low, teasingly sultry again. “Mmm… papi, this fine shyt feels so good…” she murmured, pressing harder into your arm lock.

Her mom’s curiosity sharpened. “What is that noise? Is everything alright?”

Carmen giggled lightly but tried to keep her voice sweet, “Oh, just the fireworks, mami. They’re loud tonight.”

Still, she couldn’t hold it for long. Another moan, low and breathy, escaped as she whispered in your ear, “Fine shyt, you’re so big and strong… feels amazing…”

You tightened your hold gently, feeling her arch her back against you, every curve pressing into your body. Her thighs squeezed tighter, the lotion making the friction silky smooth as she ground slowly.

Her mom’s voice softened, tinged with suspicion. “Are you sure? It sounds like… something else.”

You chuckled, keeping your voice steady, “Nothing to worry about, señora. Just celebrating quietly.”

Carmen’s voice softened again, turning sweet and innocent, but only for a moment before that familiar breathy moan returned. “Sí, papi… this fine shyt is all mine…”