The late afternoon sun draped the sprawling estate in golden warmth, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Carlos, the estate’s gardener, adjusted the hose in his calloused hands, the water hissing as it arced over the hydrangeas.

A flicker of movement caught his eye. Beyond the manicured hedges, He spotted Latina doing yoga moving with slow, deliberate grace.

But it wasn’t just the pose that made him loose his breath . The bl*ck bodysuit she wore was crotchless, the tight fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, the absence of material between her thighs leaving nothing to the imagination. The sun glinted off the damp sheen of her p*ssy, already glistening with arousal, her lips parted just enough to tease at the pink flesh beneath.

He swallowed hard, his c*ck twitching against his zipper. He shouldn’t stare. He should turn the f*ck away. But the way her hips swayed as she transitioned into a deep lunge, the way her full tits strained against the tight fabric. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips as she arched her back, her dark eyes locking onto his over her shoulder.

He let the hose drop, the water pooling at his feet as he wiped his hands on his thighs and took a step toward her. “You are doing yoga? I could teach you some new positions” he said, his gaze raking over her body.

In two long strides, Carlos closed the distance between them, his hand sh*oting out to grip her wrist before she could react. Latina gasped, but there was no real resistance as he spun her around, pressing her back against the rough bark of the tree. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he loomed over her, his free hand tangling in her dark, sweat-dampened hair.

He pulled a bandana from his back pocketstuffed it between her teeth with a layer of taped wrapped over the top. Her muffled protest vibrated against his palm, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t fear—it was need.

Before she knew it Latinas wrist were bound to the tree trunk.

She tested the restraints, her muscles flexing, but the knots held fast. A shudder ran through her as the gardener stepped back, his gaze drinking in the sight of her bound, gagged, her body on display for him.

His fingers traced the edge of the bodysuit, slipping beneath the fabric to tease her bare skin.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vibrator.The toy hummed to life as he pressed it against Latina’s clit, her entire body jolting at the sudden, intense vibration. He worked it in slow circles, watching her face twist in pleasure, her muffled screams music to his ears.He increased the speed, the b*zzing filling the air between them, the scent of her p*ssy growing heavier, her thighs slick with her arousal.

He stood, wiping her glistening wetness onto his jeans before unbuckling his belt. His c*ck sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already leaking with pre-c*m. He stroked himself slowly, his gaze locked on her flushed face.

He dragged the tip of his c*ck through her folds, teasing her entrance. Latina whined, her hips lifting, trying to impale herself on him, but he pulled back, smacking the head of his c*ck against her clit then slid into her tight, dripping p*ssy swallowing him whole.

Latina moaned in pleasure against the gag, her back arching, her bound wrists twisting as he bottomed out inside her. The gardener groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled back and drove into her again, harder this time, the sound of flesh slapping flesh obscene in the quiet garden.

He f*cked her like he owned her—because right now, he did. Her tits bounced with each thrust, the bodysuit clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, her moans growing louder, more frantic.

He changed angles, lifting one of her legs to h*ok over his shoulder, driving deeper. Latina sobbed, her body trembling, another *rgasm building inside her. The gardener could feel it, the way her p*ssy clenched around him, milking him.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

With a growl, he pulled out, leaving her gasping, her thighs trembling. Before she could recover, he grabbed the duct tape again, tearing off a long strip.he caught her ankles, pressing her legs together before wrapping the tape around them, binding them tightly from thighs to knees.

He bent her over f*cking her again as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Changing positions, each position more intense then the last. When he was finished he blindfolded her with tape and came on her face.

He turned, adjusting his c*ck back into his jeans as he walked away, leaving her struggling on the grass, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her *rgasm, her mind racing with what just happened.

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