As she opened each button she slid further down and I leaned my head back as my senses swirled in the headiness of throbbing music, lights, and the pu...e flesh of woman. My cock grew warm and I actually wondered if I had cum in my pants till I saw her breathing into the fabric of my jeans. She stood quickly and began to sway to the beat. Her hips dragging her torso left and right as her hands slid up and cupped those perfect tits. He fingers tugged at both nipples as she looked into my eyes. This woman’s tits were far and away the largest I had ever seen. They sagged, of course. Gravity must win on breasts that size. As dark as they were, her areola were even darker, totally black with, I swear, nipples as round as my thumb.All I could do was stare, mesmerized. She giggled again, toed off her shoes and then pushed her panties off. As I took in her entirety, I saw that her stomach, while sticking out a bit, did not sag down. Her waist was thick and her butt was, well, pretty good. But wasn’t the most attractive or beautiful girl out there. And I’m a 24 year old guy, slightly on the heavier side, but very fair and tall and attractive face.We hadn’t discussed anything about this. as she had said she’s looking for friends as she just ended a confusing relationship. So we made a plan to meet.And since my house was empty, I forced her to come over, and sitting awkwardly, I took some real guts, and asked if she wants to make out. She stared at me, and i got scared as to did I. “Enrique, you carry this man’s luggage to his room.” “Sí,” the boy answered. “Not necessary,” the biker grunted, “All I got are these side saddlebags, and nobody touches those but me.” “As you wish, señor.” “Vera Cruz?” the large biker asked. “Sí, we moved here from Vera Cruz.” The clerk nodded his head. “Recognized the accent,” the biker said, grabbing the saddlebags off the floor. “I’ve enjoyed some fine señoritas down in Vera Cruz before. That was some great panochita.” Glaring at the biker,.