Why Follow The Leada When You Can Stay For The Latina

“Listen to me and say it with me, Self...Control. You are like a slut at a football game. Don't do something stupid.” And with her stern words Jade turned and left Marissa to attend her own customers. Marissa knew what Jade was saying but it was hard to really worry about it. She was having fun and hadn’t had an attractive man to hang on all week not to mention she was horny as fuck. But still she usually isn’t this flustered and needed to hold her own. She took a few deep breaths to regain some composure, grabbed the orders and headed back to the rowdy party. Every step she took reminded her of how soaked her thong was. How it rubbed against her clit and barely contained her leaking cunt. The groom certainly knew how to push her buttons and she wondered how far he would go.

Marissa was setting down the drinks when she was all of a sudden surrounded. To her dismay the party demanded that she do one of the shots that she brought over. They were rather persistent and Marissa being the people pleasing slut that she was obliged and took her third tequila of the night. As the burning liquor went past her lips, the realization of how bad of an idea that was just rolled over her and made her forget how bad the situation was she was in. And of course, it only increased her libido putting her at further risk of doing stupid slut things. Jade would not approve of any of this. So obviously she did what any smart person would do, she found herself walking back over to the groom.

“Welcome back. Thought you forgot about me.” The groom, whose name turned out to be Jack, said. He quickly gets up and takes Marissa by her waist causing her to melt into his arms. He then spins her around, has her sit sideways on this lap and resumes rubbing his hands all over her. Her head started to spin. She knew she was in trouble the minute she sat back down. She never had been touched this much at work, but Jenny does this sort of thing all the time. ‘What’s the worst that could happen.