GILF

Consuela served fajitas, always a safe choice when eating with a white person. They started with tortilla chips and guacamole, before digging into the Tex Mex classic.

"So good," Douglas moaned, as he bit into the first bit of carne asada.

"I'm glad you like," Consuela said, smiling. "A long time since I cooked for a man."

"And been awhile since a woman has cooked for me," Douglas agreed. He clinked his beer bottle with hers. "To a meal together."

"Cheers," Consuela agreed. They talked about their pasts. Failed relationships. Children. Careers. The privileged life of Douglas, and the challenged life of hardship for Consuela. But those very divergent paths had led them together, for this night.

After they'd both had too much liquor, they migrated to the couch. Consuela, to Douglas's surprise, initiated the first kiss, the older maid in her 50s gently kissing Douglas, caressing his face. He reciprocated, his hand sliding down to her heavy breasts, then to cup her ass.

"Oh, Mr. L ..." Consuela said.

Douglas slid down the couch, pulling Consuela's pants off. She had an untrimmed sex, as Douglas preferred, a thick forest of gray curls, with black hairs interspersed. He ate her pussy, taking his time. She wouldn't have a good memory of their sex, he knew, so he needed to focus on what he was skilled at.

His soft pink tongue massaged the tight puckered ring of her ass. It delved deep into her silky wet sex, slurping greedily at her juices. He nursed on her clit, nibbling it carefully as his fingers disappeared inside her.

Only after she'd cum twice did he climb up inside her, rutting at her briefly, his small white cock submerged inside her hot, wet Latina pussy, and cumming within a few minutes. He grunted, falling asleep on top of his former maid. If she was disappointed, she respected him enough not to say so.