Latin Porn Spices

I know a lot of girls like to think about large cocks. I
mean, about how stiff they get, or how thick, or how long. I’m not
exactly like that. I have a friend name Ned. He is about twice as
old as I am, in his fifties, and some times when he sees me, he is
tired and run down. And when he’s tired things just don’t always
work like they once did. I take that as a challenge. I figure if
I can’t take all my clothes off, use all my best ideas and best
assets, and end up with my pussy full of Ned and his cum, then
their something wrong with me, not Ned. (more…)

I didn’t actually see the new neighbors moving into the house in
back of mine, but I sure hear them. I had been crashed out for
about an hour after a night of furious BBSing when the yelling and
banging began. I squinted at the clock — 6:00 am! I staggered to
my feet to close the sliding glass balcony door.
The lights were all blazing in the house across the back, so I
had a clear view of the chaos. Three men in brown coveralls were
racing around carrying boxes and furniture, getting in each
other’s way, doing a lot of yelling, dropping things and banging
into walls and doors. I was still in a foul mood, but when I took
a look down at the pool, I suddenly felt better. A lot better.
Two goddesses were standing side by side at the edge of the
pool, quietly conversing. They had their arms around each others
waists as they gazed into the water. One was a tall black woman
who looked like a cross between Grace Jones and Florence Griffith-
Joiner; the other was a shorter oriental woman with long black
hair that fell to her ass. (more…)

I had this really good friend named Dave who also had a friend
named Rusty. Well, Rusty had this really knockout girlfriend named
Candy. Dave is a real bullshitter and I didn’t believe half of the
wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild
Candy got when she got drunk. He told me how Rusty was the type of
guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Candy wanted it
once or twice an hour. Since she was a “good little girl” she
couldn’t really cheat on Rusty, but if you got her drunk, she would do
anything and not feel guilty about it. (more…)