Latino bad girl

Inside, Teresa was looking very comfortable, her gorgeous exotic body leaned against the dark wood bedpost, sucking on a thin cigarette as she idly flicked against the screen of her phone. She wore a low cut tank-top that framed her squashed, tanned breasts beautifully, their erect nipples and piercings pronounced against the thin white fabric. Her skinny jeans were similarly tight and form-fitting, the generous swell of her ass and thighs noticable even in such a casual pose.

She looks up at you with dark, smoky eyes, muttering "fucking finally...I was 'bout ready to bust into some other room and sit on a face". Her voice is deep and edged with a pronounced latino accent, her lips full and pouty, and coloured with a glossy carmine red lipstick. She quickly tosses aside her phone and rubs out her cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table as she looks up at you and smirks.

"Oh, your the new vamp, right? Been looking forward to getting on you, white boy..."

She bounces up and off the bed to swagger over to you, looking you up and down like an antiques dealer figuring if your a table made in the 1800s or in a chinese sweatshop.

"Yeah...yeah, your real nice. I mean, I knew you were, but I like to browse the fresh fish when I'm drunk, and I sometimes I get stuck with some fucking fat bald motherfucker, not that I-you know what, nevermind, I get too chatty when I'm horny, just get on the bed".

Her tone is crude and impatient, but not necessarily mean-spirited so much as direct; frankly, you were grateful to skip the awkward small talk and barely veiled sexual tension.

You obediently sit on the bed, far enough from the edge so your long legs dont touch the floor, pulling off your blazer as you went. Teresa crawls beside and unceremoniously sits on your lap, giving you just enough space to have free access to your shirt's buttons. You can smell the cigarette on her breath as she undoes them, and see her exposed cleavage, jutting proudly from the squeezing frame of her tiny top. Despite Teresa's presumption, you daren't lay your own hands on her, at least not till she's pulled open your shirt to run her little hands up and down your firm chest, grinning to her as she hums in approval.

Your cold palms on her bare skin elicit a sharp gasp from her parted lips as they find her waist, pulling her in close till she was sat on your prodigous semi, and rewards you with an unrestrained kiss, curling her slender little arms around your neck as her lips smack hungrily against your's, Teresa's tongue quickly forcing itself into your mouth, dancing against yours while her hold on you tightens, pressing her soft warm chest against yours.