She got her dildo because she missed the pleasure of sex.
The only way to see if any chicks in Managua where on the site was through the “locals” features in the app. Pictures can be deceiving and I really didn’t know if she was going to be too cute or not. Fifteen more minutes went by and I moved in to kiss her again. It was still covered by her dress so she wasn’t too concerned.
There were a few that showed up in the “locals” feature. She was 19 and had braces, but her body was impressive. I began to compliment her ass in rudimentary Spanish as I moved my hands down to the soft skin on her thighs. I slowly hiked her skirt up and revealed her plump ass and thong.
And she was the only girl on POF in Managua who didn’t look like straight ass. She didn’t speak much English, but it didn’t matter. After some “Spanglish” messaging on Whats App, we agreed to meet once I got back from El Salvador. In typical Latina fashion, she had a nice rack and thick ass that she flaunted by wearing provocative clothing. She couldn’t stop smiling and continually laughed at my attempts to speak Spanish. Continuing to push things, I let one of my hands lightly brush against her pussy as I massaged her inner thighs. My hands squeezed her big butt as I began to get hard. Her ass had me at full bore and I put my dick between her legs as I leaned down to kiss her. As I kissed her, I slid my raw dick into her from behind. It was almost perfect and her skin tone was different than any I had ever seen before.
She worked close to my hotel and wanted to grab drinks one night when she got off. She showed up to our date in a skintight grey dress and heels. I found out she was born and raised in Cuba, but had moved to Nicaragua with her mother a few years back. After I finished eating, we decided to order a couple of Mojitos. I started to rub her pussy with my hand and she let out another moan. She let out a moan loud enough to wake everyone in the hotel up. l Her skin was light, but not like a white girls skin.
My First Mojito I arrived at the bar and grill a few minutes before she did. I’d never had one before and she was appalled by this fact. I had no qualms as I knew she was actively trying to get drunk. Pulling her thong to the side, I started to finger her dripping wet pussy from behind. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was driving me wild as we fucked.
Two mojitos down each and our “Spanglish” talk had heated up. She was obsessed with “him” and used the damn thing three nights a week. Clearly she was a horny girl who needed to get fucked by something else than a piece of rubber. I flipped her over and pulled her dress down to get a glimpse of her big breasts.
My Spanish Game I knew I had to get her back to the crib, so I ran what constitutes as “game” for me in Spanish: Getting the go ahead – I quickly grabbed the check. Tall Tales Post-coital, she was incredibly sweet and cuddly. After a few minutes cuddling, she began to tell me that was her first time in a long time.
I told her I didn’t have girls who were just my “friend” anymore. The language barrier had created a rift and I was pretty sure I had lost the Cuban flag. She was lying on the bed on her stomach looking up at me as I sat next to her. I decided to try one more move before call it quits and kicking her out… I thought she would freak out and leave, but she just laid there.
I continued to tell her I didn’t want to be her “amigo” while she kept insisting.