This woman fuddled his brain with only her presence, challenging him to pay attention. She heard his slip, and laughed once while looking his way, the... leaned against the nearest doorway. Her laughter movements made her more exotic, generations of the beauty of mixed marriages passed down. Her eyes appeared Asian, her hair, shape, and movements Latino, her skin tone the dark olive of the Italians, or Africans. ‘So… do you want some breakfast? Or do you just want to go for the surprise?’ She was. ” She giggled and said, “I am only joking. Of course, I can show you around but now we are going to dance.” A band had begun to play reggae music and before I had a chance to protest she got up and took my hand in her dragging me over to the dancefloor. She pressed herself close to me and I felt her boobs against my chest. Her cheek rested against my shoulder and I could smell her shampoo, mango it was and I breathed in deeply. She moved against my body and of course, my dick woke up and I. “Know what you want and keep it simple.”“You must get pretty lonely out here,” I said.“Yeah, sometimes,” she said, “but I manage.”I nodded and took a deep breath and another sip of my coffee. I looked at her and bit my lower lip, hesitating before asking her what I was thinking but decided to go for it. “You must get pretty horny,” I said, taking a bold chance, feeling my cock getting hard in my jeans.She laughed at my question but didn’t answer at first, just looked into my eyes. “I do. Very. Your eyes are wide as you take my finger, and I fuck your mouth with it, letting you feel a little of what I feel when your cock is in my mouth.You're moaning, sucking on my finger, as I lick and nip at your neck and shoulders. I pull my finger from your lips and kiss you, tasting myself in your mouth as I push my tongue inside.When I pull away, you whisper my name urgently, the whisper turning into a groan. I smile, looking down at the huge cock poking straight up in your pants, wetness from.