No Mexican sun was ever hotter than the two lovers had been in the throes of their adulterous passion.
"
Mi Dios!" she'd cry, wrapping her legs over his back. "
Madre del Dios!" she'd holler into his ear, her arms straining, her hands firmly clamped on his rear as he pumped and doing her best to suck him in up to the depth of her heart.
"
Mierda santa!"
Carlos would gasp when finally he'd come and she would release her grip on his body, her legs sliding down to the rumpled sweat-wetted sheets of the bed.
