Footboy

Valentina Velasquez was a MILF. In her mid-30s, she had the smoky looks that come naturally to Latina woman. She was tall and voluptuous, with large breasts and an especially meaty ass. She was the daughter of a maid, Consuela, and an unknown male.

Not one used to male stability in any fashion, she had turbulent affairs with Black men, resulting in two children, one a daughter in her teens, and a son who was still nursing. But those were baby daddies, and the support was not as frequent or as consistent as she'd desire, even living in the poverty stricken areas of the capital city.

So she trawled for weak boys to pay her money. And those came and went, but she finally had a consistent bite: Aaron, weak willed, effeminate, small cocked, with a desperate desire to please a woman like Valentina. There was a hesitant knock at the door. Valentina was wearing high heels, and lingerie, but little else. She opened the door and he gawked at her.

"You got the money?" she asked, bored. He patted at his pocket, pulling out several hundred dollars. She smiled, taking the money, and let the boy in to make friends with her feet once more.