Absolutely, yes

Carina Navarro considered herself a lucky woman.

She had a great figure, her youthful beauty had been preserved and improved in maturity. She had found a great job without any problems. And the apartment was three times bigger than her previous home.

She went to America for a better life and successfully crossed the border, not caring at all about such an unimportant thing as documents.

She was able to get a job as a waitress in a good restaurant, where an extremely friendly Latino man ran it.

She easily found herself a great apartment online, without contacting the landlord and without experiencing any of the problems that her lawyer friend warned her about.

Her wonderful life lasted for half a year, during which she felt great. Her boss not only paid her enough to have enough for a luxurious apartment, but also gave her various gifts in the form of expensive dresses and underwear.

The clothes were beautiful, expensive and sexy, although a little provocative than her usual style.

Her meager belongings of clothes from her home country were quickly replenished with a variety of evening dresses, lace bras and panties, tight leggings and a variety of clothes.

He was a generous boss, a real gentleman and a good friend.

Unfortunately, her luck ran out because of her dear boss's wife.

Carina did not know what came over her boss's wife. They had a nice conversation several times a month and they both had the same homeland. They discussed clothes, makeup, life in America and laughed at her husband's attempts to ask her out on dates and were quite friendly.

At one point, Carina shared that she had difficulty starting relationships and her friend's face first showed misunderstanding and then indignation.

She asked some weird questions like when was the last time she talked to a white man, when was the last time she was groped, how much she practices blowjobs a day, does she train her ass and flexibility. These were weird and embarrassing questions, but Carina answered honestly.

Her boss's wife was extremely outraged by this and quickly got Carina fired. And she threatened her not to even show up at her husband's restaurant.

She tried calling and texting her to find out what happened, but the kind husband did not go against his wife's decision, and her "friend" did not want to explain to her what her problem was.

The only thing that Carina got clear was that she needed to properly integrate into American culture, and not pretend to be a saint, as her friend said. She needed to trust nature, she said before finally stopping answering questions.

Several months had passed since then, and she hadn't managed to find a new job, and her savings were running low. She stopped paying rent because the landlord didn't deserve it.

The air conditioning hadn't worked since she moved in, forcing her to walk around the apartment half-naked most of the time. It wasn't that unpleasant, quite the opposite, but she wasn't going to pay anyway.

It's unlikely that he can evict her.

Then the landlord, a young, energetic white man, burst into the apartment. She only had time to cover her breasts and babble excuses.

She hoped that she could talk him into delaying the payment or into understanding her situation.

She knew how to be sweet, cute, and flirtatious.

Unlike her employer, this white guy didn't fall for her feminine charms.

All her attempts to act and speak were unsuccessful and in the end, she began to persuade him with her mouth more physically.

She sucked his white big cock as if her life depended on it, considering that he owned the apartment, she was partly right.

It was a ****, she did not know this man, they had only been talking for 15 minutes. And her lips were wrapped around his massive cock and sucked with all the diligence they could.

She liked it.

She became wet, and her white panties were soaked.

That white cock filled her small mouth, and made her tongue spin like never before. After a long time of sucking, her lips were numb, and her tongue was twisted from the efforts previously applied.

Her mouth was full of saliva, precum, and her belly was full of his sperm. The taste of sperm was not disgusting, as she thought, it was even pleasant in its own way. That evening she didn't even have dinner.

He left, dryly saying that she had paid the rent. That evening he simply used her mouth as his cum bin. And it felt right for her.

The next day he came again.

She tried to talk to her lawyer friend at that time and she even figured out a little about the situation and what she should do in the near future, but although she remembered what she NEEDED to do, she was much more interested in how that day her breasts were tormented by his hands, and then her pussy was used by the fingers of a young white guy.

Without questions, without doubts, he simply laid her on the couch and confidently began to paw her body, as if it were something self-evident.

She tried to concentrate on the phone conversation, but it was hard. His fingers rammed her pussy in a way her weak woman fingers never could.

She needed to talk to the lawyer again in a calmer environment. It was important.

But she also needed to maintain good relations with the landlord.

And then she went back to making him cum. She started giving him a handjob, sucking his balls and blowing him.

Her tongue polished his balls, and her hand jerked him off.

She felt good and in the right place.

When he left she started masturbating and continued to do so until she came several times.

Then she took out her phone to check the messages, which she ignored while she fingered her cunt, remembering the taste of white cock on her lips.

There were few contacts on the message screen. But only three were important. Her lawyer, her Landlord, and her ex-boss's wife.

Her Landlord texted to her and that he was moving in with her for a few days and that she needed to wear "The Right Clothes." No more words. No why, no why, but it didn't matter.

Carina Navarro more important and necessary was text her lawyer to recap the conversation and discuss the moments. When the guy's fingers hit her spots with particular precision and her sanity plummeted and she did not hear several moments.

Instead of texting her lawyer, she texted her ex-boss's wife asking what "The Right Clothes" meant. For the first time in two months of being ignored, she responded.

Carina wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, but she expected tomorrow to come.

Carina Navarro considered herself a lucky woman.