I’m Celeste, a 22-year-old trans woman from the vibrant streets of Bogotá, Colombia, and I’m writing this with all the fire in my heart because I’m absolutely, undeniably in love with my Aruban prince, Mateo. ¡Ay, Dios mío, qué hombre tan divino! From the moment I saw him on my webcam show, with his sun-kissed skin, deep brown eyes, and that sexy Aruban accent that makes my knees weak, I knew I was done for. My big breasts, which I proudly show off in my tight tops, and my hard cock, which I tease my viewers with, are nothing compared to the way my heart beats for him. I want him every single day, to feel his hands on me, to taste him, to give him all of me in every way possible. ¡Qué pasión tan loca!
It all started when Mateo joined my show one humid night in Bogotá. I was wearing a red dress that hugged my curves, my big breasts spilling out of the top, my blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. “Hola, papi,” I purred into the camera, winking at him as I saw his username pop up. He typed back, “Celeste, you’re a goddess,” and I felt my heart skip a beat. We started chatting every day, our connection growing deeper with every word. He told me about the beaches of Aruba, the way the sun sets over the ocean in Oranjestad, and I told him about the salsa nights in Bogotá, the way the city comes alive with music and laughter. ¡Ay, qué rico! I knew I had to meet him, to feel his body against mine, to make love to him every day like I dreamed.
After months of longing, I flew to Aruba to meet my amor. The moment I stepped off the plane at Queen Beatrix Airport, I saw him waiting for me, his smile brighter than the Caribbean sun. “¡Mi amor, estás aquí!” I squealed, running into his arms, my big breasts pressing against his chest as I kissed him deeply. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass as he whispered, “Celeste, I’ve wanted you so bad.” We couldn’t wait—we drove straight to his beachside apartment in Palm Beach, the ocean breeze blowing through the windows as we tore at each other’s clothes.
“Papi, te deseo tanto,” I moaned, pushing him onto the bed, my red thong barely covering my hard cock as I straddled him. My big breasts bounced as I leaned down to kiss him, my tongue dancing with his, tasting the salt of his skin from the Aruban heat. He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I gasped, “¡Ay, sí, más!” I slid down his body, pulling off his shorts to reveal his thick, hard cock, already throbbing for me. I took him in my mouth, sucking him deep, my lips wrapped around him as I moaned, “Qué rico, mi amor.” He groaned, his hands in my hair, pushing me down as I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting his precum.
But I wanted more—I wanted him inside me. I climbed back up, straddling his hips, my cock hard against his stomach as I reached for a condom and lube. “I want you every day, Mateo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need as I prepped myself, my fingers sliding into my tight ass while he watched, his eyes dark with lust. I lowered myself onto him, his cock filling me as I screamed, “¡Ay, Dios, qué bueno!” I rode him hard, my big breasts bouncing with every thrust, my cock slapping against his stomach as I fucked myself on him, my body shaking with pleasure. “Celeste, you’re so tight,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me, harder and faster, until I came, my cum shooting over his chest as I screamed his name.
We weren’t done—not even close. I wanted him in every way, every day, just like I’d dreamed. I turned around, my ass in the air, and begged, “Tómame por detrás, papi.” He didn’t hesitate, sliding into my ass again, this time from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me, my big breasts swaying beneath me. “¡Más duro, mi amor!” I cried, my voice raw with passion as he fucked me harder, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me. I reached down, stroking my own cock as he fucked me, my body trembling as I came again, my ass clenching around him as he groaned and came inside me, filling the condom with his hot load.
The days in Aruba became a blur of passion. Every morning, I’d wake Mateo up with my lips around his cock, sucking him awake as the sun rose over the ocean. “Buenos días, mi rey,” I’d whisper, my blonde hair tickling his thighs as I deepthroated him, my big breasts pressed against his legs. He’d flip me over, spreading my legs to lick my ass, his tongue circling my hole as I moaned, “¡Ay, qué rico, papi!” Then he’d fuck me against the balcony railing, the ocean waves crashing below us as I screamed his name, my cock hard and dripping as he pounded into me, my breasts bouncing with every thrust.
One night, we went to a salsa club in Oranjestad, the music pulsing through the air as we danced, our bodies pressed together. “Te amo, Mateo,” I whispered, my hands on his chest as we swayed to the rhythm. He kissed me hard, his hands squeezing my ass as he whispered back, “I love you too, Celeste.” We couldn’t wait—we slipped into a dark corner of the club, my skirt hiked up as I bent over, my big breasts pressed against the wall as he fucked me right there, the music drowning out my moans of “¡Sí, sí, más!” I came hard, my cum dripping down my thighs as he filled me, our love and lust consuming us.
Back in Bogotá, I invited Mateo to my world. We danced in the streets of La Candelaria, the colorful buildings around us as I taught him salsa, my hips grinding against his as I laughed, “¡Muévete, mi amor!” Every night, we made love in my small apartment, the sounds of the city outside as I rode him, my cock in his hand as he stroked me, my breasts bouncing as I screamed, “¡Te amo, qué rico!” I’d fuck him too, my cock sliding into his tight ass as he moaned my name, his hands on my breasts as I thrust into him, our bodies slick with sweat as we came together, our love burning brighter every day.
I can’t get enough of him—I want him every day, in every way. Whether it’s in Aruba or Bogotá, on the beach or in the streets, I need his cock inside me, his lips on my breasts, his hands on my body. ¡Ay, mi amor, eres todo para mí! Mateo, my Aruban prince, has captured my heart, and I’ll never stop wanting him, loving him, fucking him with all the passion in my Colombian soul.
My prince helped me write this story. I spoiled him royally afterwards! 🤗
