Andreina Deluxe - 3rd Wheel

That date dragged like melted cheese on a bad pizza. I wanted it over, plates pushed aside, so I could spin Andreina around and bury myself in her soft center. The girl had an ass worth writing poems about – thick thighs that gripped like they’d graduated from some university of fucking – and don’t get me started on how worked up that horny little Latina already was. I grinned to myself. Life throws curveballs; today it threw one worth catching with both hands.