Fucked A Latina From Tinder After First Date

“Fucked A Latina From Tinder After First Date”

The babes on Tinder these days, man. swipe, swipe, swipe. And then, BAM! there she is. Smooth brown skin, almond eyes, full lips. A total Latina goddess. Sage, she calls herself. I instantly know I have to meet this chick.

We schedule a coffee date for the next day. I’m expecting a quick chat, learn her interests, maybe a second date if she’s feeling it. But fuck, I’m not a saint. I’ve got a raging hard-on in my jeans just thinking about her.

The next afternoon, I enter the cafe, scanning for my date. That’s when I see her. Holy hell, she’s even hotter in person. Those curves, that ass. She’s wearing a low-cut sundress that reveals a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. I have to adjust myself discreetly before approaching her table.

“Sage?” I ask with my most charming grin.

Her lips curl up. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Antonio.”

She stands to greet me, and my mouth goes dry. Up close, I can see the swell of her breasts, the sleek muscle of her legs. Fuck, I want to devour every inch of her, starting with that perfect mouth.

But I play it cool, flashing her my patented dimples. “Vous êtes magnifique, ma chérie. Should we sit?”

We fall into addicted conversation, flirting shamelessly. The attraction between us is electric, crackling like a live wire. I learn she’s 22, studying criminal justice, has a crush on Idris Elba. Her voice is sultry and playful as she ribbits away. I love watching her expressions, the way she absently runs a finger along her lips. Or touches her thigh when she laughs.

I can barely hold myself back from jumping her right there in the cafe. My dick is straining against my zipper, so I have to make a restroom excuse. In the stall, I risk whipping it out and pumping a few strokes. But seeing her was too much of a mental turn-on. I’m so fucking horny, I can barely stand it.

When I sit again, she leans across the table, her tits nearly spilling out. “Food is good, but I find myself…elsewhere on this date.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Oh? Something more interesting than dessert?”

Her tongue laves along her top teeth. “Ohhh I can think of a few calories I’d much rather consume.”

My dick jumps in my pants. I lean closer, lowering my voice. “I’ve got private place we could go, ma belle. Just to talk…intimately.”

A wicked gleam fills her eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

We’re out the door in a flash, hands roaming each other as we race to my car. As soon as I kick on the ignition, she pounces, straddling my lap. Her hands work frantically at my belt as she grinds herself against me.

“God you feel so big,” she moans, tugging my cock free. “I need this in me.”

Before I can respond, she slides down, engulfing me in her tight, wet heat. “Ohhh fuuuuck!”

She starts riding me, tits bouncing in my face. I palm the globes, tweaking her nipples as I pump my hips to meet her thrusts. The car caves in around us, steam on the windows. Her pussy clenches around my aching cock, dragging me under.

“You like that, papi?” she breathes, undulating her hips. “You like stretching my little achiote pussy?”

I groan, sucking her tits through the thin fabric of her dress. “Tu pues bon, je veux te manger toute la putain de jour.”

She throws back her head, hips slamming into mine. Her cunt grips me like a vice as she cries out her climax. I feel her cream pumping around my cock as I explode inside her, spurt after spurt painting her channel white.

We slump against each other, panting and sweaty. Her dress is unbuttoned, one strap torn. She looks deliciously wrecked. I capture her mouth in a filthy kiss, plundering her with my tongue.

She breaks away with a grin, ill tempo, her tits jiggling hypnotically. “You think you can handle this Latina, papi?”

I smirk, pulling her flush against me. I slip back inside her, groaning at her silky wetness. “Two can play at this game, cariño. I hope you didn’t have any plans later, because you’re not going to be able to walk for a week.”

She shivers at my promise, already rocking against me again. I rev the engine and peel out of the parking lot, aiming for my bedroom. Work can wait. I’ve got a new favorite hobby.