My Hot Hispanic Lover

My Hot Hispanic Lover And How We Met

Being a tall, sexy blond in Miami makes finding a man so easy. In fact, any time I step foot out of my home, I immediately have heads turning. I find this to be both a gift and a curse. But as of late, it is more of a blessing. Last week, I met my hot Hispanic lover at one of my favorite clubs. This was not the first time I had seen him there, nor was it the first time he had bought me a drink. But, luckily for him, we ran into each other again. When we first met, I was eager to taste his hot Mexican meat. Unfortunately, my girlfriend who I had gone with, wanted to go home early. For weeks, I had thought about him. His deep, sexy accent, the way he called me Mama, and even the smell of his cologne stayed with me.

My Hot Hispanic Lover – The Need For His Touch

Once we had finally run into each other once again, it was as if the stars aligned. As I ordered my next drink, I smelled a familiar cologne. Could it be? I turned around to find that my soon to be hot Hispanic lover was behind me. His smile said he had been looking for me. Soon, his arms were around my waist as he pulled me close to him. As he spoke into my ear, I could feel my panties begin to moisten. “I was hoping to find you again, Mama. I want to pick up where we left off.” As he spoke, I could feel a surge of excitement flooding through my body. I leaned in closer to him, my mouth on his ear. “I think we did enough talking. I want to go somewhere quiet with you.”

My Hot Hispanic Lover And I, Alone At Last

In a matter of minutes, after making out by the bar, Manuel took me by waste and escorted me to his car. There, in the parking garage, my hot Hispanic lover pinned me against his car. While his tongue found its way into my mouth, his hand slid up my short slutty dress. I moaned slightly as his fingers rubbed my tiny thong against my wet clit. Just as Manuel’s lips found my neck, I forced the words out of my mouth. “Please, daddy, please take me back to your place and feed me your Mexican dick.” His smirk told me that was the exact words he wanted to hear. Once we were on the road, Manuel’s hand began to slide up and down my thigh. Luckily for me, he didn’t live far from the club. Soon, I could no longer hold my lust back.

My Hot Hispanic Lover Made My Legs Shake

Just as Manuel turned into his neighborhood, I began to unzip his pants. My desire to taste him made me savage. I pulled his cock out and began to suck it. His sexy low moans caused me to suck more. And every time I stuck his cock past my throat, my hot Hispanic lover’s hand would grip the back of my head as he whispered. “Fuck Mama, fuck yes.” Just as he had parked, I lifted my head off his hot, thick meat and jerked it as I began to beg him. “Fuck, daddy, I want you to make my legs shake as you fill me with your hot Mexican seed. Please fucking put a baby in me.” Manuel kissed my lips passionately as he tucked his fat cock back in his pants before we walked into his house.

It wasn’t long before Manuel had me on my back, thrusting his fat, hot cock deep in me, grunting. “Tell daddy how much you want his Mexican babies. You fucking love my Mexican cock, don’t you?” The only word that I could muster out of my mouth between moans as he pounded me hard was, “Yes!” At this point, I would do anything for his Mexican cock, even if he wanted to turn me into a sexy pie slut. To me, there is no better cock than Hispanic cock.

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