Quickie w/ Daisy Dabs 1: Latina takes shaft and gives amazing handjob

In this story I'll be calling him "Ray," which is not his real name. Ray was a freckled, red-headed, Scotch-Irish man who would become my husband many years later. Within a month after we first met, Ray and I started dating, and we quickly fell in love. However, about a year chubby or so into our relationship, my parents tried to stop me from dating Ray. They didn't like his long hair, and the fact that he played in a rock band. My mother--the one who really "wore the pants" in my family--especially didn't latin like Big Tits the fact that Ray and I were getting very serious. He had already given me a promise ring, which handjob I was proud to wear. And worst of all, from my mother's racial-purist point-of-view, Ray wasn't Hispanic. The last thing that my mother wanted was for me to be head-over-heels in love with a non-Hispanic guy, which is exactly what had ended up happening. So I did the only thing logical thing that I could think of: I ran away from home. I snuck out of my house late that same night (the night that my mother told me that she was forbidding me from dating Ray ever again). I walked to Ray's house, which was a little over a mile and a half away from mine. I unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep at around 2:00 A.M., knocked on his front door and woke him up from a sound sleep. I asked if I could spend the night--and I never left. And that's amateur how Ray and I ended up living together. And during those first few months together, the only birth control that Ray and I used during our lovemaking was called "trust." "What's going on? I felt my way across the room to the bed, pulled my Big Tits boxers off, pulled up the covers and slipped in. To pumping her full of my jizz. Danni awoke to the buzzing sound of Madelyn's vibrator...in the throes of orgasm, Moaning through her creamy bliss....Danni took the vibrator and cleaned the vibrator...coated with Madelyn's hot, sticky wet girl cum..with amateur Danni's tongue. Because… chubby you know… everyone’s dead…in handjob a…cemetery…” There was grinding and vaguely sexual activity everywhere. I even kinda liked doing that. Slightly surprised, I began digging through the pile of shoes in my closet. There wasn’t latin much around but a couple of bars. Then he said, “I need a picture of those. So, starting in Ninth grade, I finally stopped getting the beat down weekly. "Tell me to fuck you" All the ladies and I spent the entire night on the sheets, and comforters, and pillows in the TV room. Something told me that this was going to be a long night. She moved over to my other nipple and repeated the process adding a gentle nibble. But, none of them seemed very fixed on that now. Her pussy and anus were on display, her thick thighs and perfect ass lit with the light of the afternoon sun.