Latinas

Douglas and Consuela were finishing off breakfast together in Consuela's small, neat home. There was a knock on the door, and Douglas opened the door to find the most astonishing sight. A Latina woman, in her early 20s. She had dark hair, with blonde highlights, dark brown eyes, and a flawless exterior. Her tits were large, but still dwarfed by her round ass. Douglas could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples poking out of the shirt showed she was pierced. She had a tattoo of a spade on her ankle, high heels that showed off polished red toe nails and toe rings. Her jeans rode low enough on her pants to show a hint of a red thong. And she was carrying a baby, clearly half-Black half-Latin. And there was no wedding right in sight on this Mexican fox.

"Mija, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Consuela complained.

"I never tell you I'm coming," the woman responded smoothly, looking at Douglas coolly. "Who is he?"

"This is Douglas," Consuela said. "I used to work for him. He's my friend. Douglas, this is my daughter, Valentina." She leaned up, whispering into Douglas's ear. "She's more ... urban."

Douglas scarce upstairs while mother and daughter talked, taking time to stroke his cock furiously to the thought of the well-Blacked Latina beauty.