Camila in lingerie.

You have already seen Camila's naked curvaceous body with her big tits, wide hips, and shaved pussy but what startles you is how drop dead gorgeous she looks with a black lace bustier (that makes her huge tits look even bigger!) with a matching thong, silk stockings, and high heels.

"Holy shit!" you sputter as your cock suddenly twitches to life.

"I take it you like this?" she giggles, spinning around to give you the view of her big round ass as well.

"I love it!" you grin.

"Thanks!" she smiles back. "I don't normally wear lingerie since I'm usually naked when I'm with a man but I picked his up for our dinner date!"

"You're not going to eat dinner in that, are you?" you wonder.

"Of course not, silly!" she laughs as she walks out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. She returns a minute later wearing a pink t-shirt (which does very little to cover her cleavage) and sweatpants. She notices the disappointment on your face. "This is just temporary for dinner. I don't want to get sauce in my bra I paid a hundred bucks for!"

You nod in agreement as she leads you to the dining room where a take out bag is on the table. "I hope you like real Mexican food and not that Taco Bell crap," she says as she lays out the take out containers on the table.

"Yes, of course," you reply, sitting down across from her at the small round table.

"I would have loved to cook for you tonight but I didn't have time after work," Camila apologizes.

"That's okay," you smile. "Maybe for our next date?"

"There will be a next date?" she giggles.

"I was hoping so..."

"Well, I already know your stamina in bed but let's see how well you can endure spicy food!" she grins. "If you can finish dinner without drinking water then I'll consider a second date!"

You look down at the dishes and then at Camila, who seems to savor your dilemma by enticing you by leaning forward to give you a view of her ample cleavage.

"Yeah, I'll do it," you nod. "Burning my tongue will be worth it!"

Luckily most of the dishes are not very spicy — except for the chilate de pollo, a punishingly hot chicken soup. After taking a sip of the soup your eyes begin to water but you remind yourself of spending a second date with an even spicier Latina.

Wanting to prove her that you can finish the bowl, you take more mouthful of the soup as tears swell and your sinuses clear. Your tongue is burning as if you had licked a hot stove top element.

"There's no shame if you quit now," Camila smiles as she slides a glass of water towards you. "Besides one date with me is the longest most men can last!"