"Mamita, you shouldn't," he warns, but the hunger in his voice betrays him. She pushes him onto the bed, straddling him, her silken thighs rubbing against his hardness. "Shh, mi amor," she whispers, guiding him inside her. They move together, their bodies slick with sweat, as she rides him slowly, drawing out their pleasure. He grabs her hips, pulling her down harder, their moans filling the room as they give in to their forbidden desires.