I’m a 25-year-old, five-foot-three, 115-pound Latina spitfire.

My hair is long, dark, and lustrous. I have dark brown eyes, round perky tits, and an ample ass. My skin is sun-kissed and I take belly-dancing classes to stay in shape. Many men have told me that I’m a hot piece of ass.

I met John about a year ago while working a concert. I never flirt on the job, so I was only dimly aware of him and had to do a double-take when we were introduced. He had an ex-football player’s rugged body, with broad shoulders, a firm stomach, and a sculptured end. His honey-brown eyes lingered over my lithe body. We openly checked each other out. Unabashed, we shook hands on a silent promise of unforgettable fucking. We met up at a Miami Beach after-party where I played my best flirtatious game. I wore a short,... Read More