[FMM] Latino tag-team at the office

There are a few layers of backstory to this. So bear with me, if you don’t mind.

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First, let me preface with this: I’m attracted to all kinds of guys. White, black, brown guys, Asian guys, European guys, Middle Eastern guys–whatever. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; as long as they’re hung, I’ll let them enter.

So in that sense, it seems a bit misleading to say I prefer one over the other. …But, that being said, I definitely have a thing for Latino guys.

For me, it’s not a weird “BBC fucks innocent white woman” thing; they just tend to have a combination of physical traits that I like. There’s something about tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that gives me that *gut punch* feeling; that lizard-brain-motivated “I need that man to knock me up” feeling. Pair that with a defined nose, nice lips, angled eyebrows, or maybe even little beauty marks here and there–I’m *done*.

And if you’ll allow me to indulge a little bit: a tan cock, especially one that’s darker than the rest of the body, with a pinkish head, maybe a little bit of foreskin, maybe another little beauty mark or two: that’s perfection as far as I’m concerned.

So yeah, forgive me if that comes across as weird or uncouth, but my body just screams “fuck me!” anytime I see a guy matching that description.

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With that in mind, you can probably imagine how elated I was to unexpectedly receive some nice pictures from a Latino guy on Reddit. A guy with a nice body and gorgeous face and, more importantly, a big dick. Long and thick, with a little bit of foreskin covering a pink head, all slick with precum: perfect.

If he wasn’t so far away, I’d be pulling an Ursula right now, draining cum from him over and over until he looked like one of those worms from The Little Mermaid.

…Anyway.

My boyfriend knows that I enjoy getting dick pics from strangers, and yesterday morning he asked me if I’d received anything exceptional lately. I told him about the Latino guy on Reddit, how hot the pictures were, how they’d inspired one of my ravenous cravings, this time for brown dick.

Now, my boyfriend is Latino himself, so this was neither a surprise nor an insult to him. It’s not that I’m craving other men instead of him; I’m craving men *in addition* to him. If I could snap my fingers and have 100 Latino guys descend on me–well, any 100 guys really, but this was just my specific craving at the moment–I would.

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One last aside for context: my boyfriend and I have what I guess you would call an “open” relationship, though a bounded one. I talk to guys online, he talks to girls online, but we both keep it casual, *unless* we’re actually going to hook up with the person.

And similarly, we both sleep with other people, but *only* if we’re both informed beforehand. And more often than not, we’re both *involved*. We’ve done lots of threesomes(+), and he’ll often arrange for guys to fuck me, just because he enjoys watching me have fun taking new dick.

My boyfriend is one of those people that talks to everyone and somehow “knows a guy” for every situation; and that includes having an ever-expanding list of fun, well endowed guys that are clean and down to fuck his girlfriend.

So, when I told my boyfriend yesterday morning that I was craving some new Latino dick, he just so happened to “know a guy.”

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According to my boyfriend, he’d been testing the waters with this guy at work–who happens to be Latino–and had just recently reached the stage of “you should fuck my girl sometime.” A prospect to which the guy readily agreed, in part because he liked the “candid” photos he’d seen of me, and in part because he’d yet to try anal.

There hadn’t been any definite plans in place yet, but, due to my sudden craving, my boyfriend said he’d expedite the process: he’d ask the co-worker today if he wanted to come over and help double-team me tonight.

Normally I like to see a few photos and chat a bit with the person first, but, considering that this craving was an emergency, I excitedly agreed that it was a good idea for this guy to come over for a “blind date.”

I was happy to receive a text around lunch time that the guy was down, and would be over after work.

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Cut to around 5pm, and my boyfriend texts that everyone’s having to work late tonight. At 6pm, another text: he, and the co-worker who’s supposed to fuck me, are still working. 7pm: “still working…”

Receiving the third text made more annoyed than I had any right to be, and I somewhat brashly responded: “well why don’t I just come to your work to get fucked?”

I didn’t *really* mean it. I’ve fooled around with my boyfriend at his job before, but was nervous the entire time. It’s a small enough company that one could probably get away with anything, but the idea of getting caught and potentially putting his job in jeopardy gave me a lot of anxiety, and still does.

So when my boyfriend simply replied “sure,” I panicked a bit.

I had a choice to make: chicken out and potentially lose the opportunity to be tag-teamed by two Latino guys, or get fucked at his job and risk being caught. My hormones and brain cells battled back and forth for a bit, but we all know who won: 15 minutes later I was in my best Business Casual Slut attire, on my way to the office.

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By the time I arrived, there were three cars in the parking lot, and three corresponding men inside.

First, my boyfriend; second, his Latino coworker, who I think I recognized from a Christmas party or something, but didn’t really know; and third, some lame guy who isn’t really relevant except for the fact that he was cock blocking me.

My boyfriend introduced me to the two men. Upon being asked by the third man what I was doing there, I–shockingly–was able to come up with the excuse that my boyfriend’s car wasn’t working, and I was there to take him home. The excuse couldn’t have held up to much scrutiny, but the guy didn’t seem to give it much thought.

All three men were doing actual work, so I just sat in an empty conference room, on my phone, waiting for the third guy to go home. Only 30 minutes later–though it felt like forever–the third man finished up his work and left.

Thank god.

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After waiting another five or ten minutes, just to make sure the coast was clear, my boyfriend collects me and we head to the DTF coworker’s office, where I’m properly introduced to him.

His name is Jose, and I believe he said his background was Mexican. Unlike my boyfriend Mariano, Jose was actually born there before moving here, as is reflected in his fluent, but accented, English.

Jose is sort of large and flat, in almost all physical respects. He’s tall and slim, and has large feet, long arms with large hands, biggish ears that stick out enough to be remarkable, and a wide chiseled nose, perched above thick lips. His skin is a rich olive-ish color, darker than my boyfriend’s; and his voluminous hair is pitch black. The effect is an oddly handsome man that sounds a bit goofy on paper.

(My boyfriend tells me later that the man is sometimes teased with *murcielago*; I can’t say I completely disagree with that assessment…)

Jose is affable, but he admits that he’s nervous–not so much about the possibility of being caught (neither man seems to care), but more so because he’s never done “this” before. He tells me he never expected an offer to fuck someone’s girlfriend, much less to do it in context of a threesome, and with such short notice.

Nevertheless, we’re all here. And despite enjoying the conversation between Jose, my boyfriend, and myself, I’m ready to get fucked.

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My boyfriend locks up the building and then meets us back in Jose’s office. After locking the office door and drawing the blinds, the three of us are secluded together.

The first thing I do is head toward Jose. I know my boyfriend would only set me up with someone who was hung, but I haven’t actually confirmed that fact yet: so my first objective is to see Jose’s cock.

As I reach toward Jose’s waist band, his face flushes brightly. I unbutton it and then unzip, and pull the flaps of his pants to either side. He’s wearing plain boxers underneath, and I reach in the hole to pull out his dick and balls. His cheeks stay flushed, and his eyes seem scared to connect with mine.

It takes me a moment to get my hand around his package, but finally it flops out through his boxers. Like the rest of him, it’s large and flat. His flaccid dick hangs comically low (maybe 7 inches), and it seems girthier in one dimension than the other, at least in this state. His balls hang down just as far, and though they’re bigish, the sack accounts for most of the length.

Jose admits that he’s nervous–an explanation for his still flaccid cock–so I tell him to just sit back and watch while I turn my attention to my boyfriend.

As I turn back to Mariano, I can see through his pants that he’s already at full mast. I undo them and his cock springs out, having not been contained by any underwear. Mariano’s cock is about as long hard as Jose’s is soft; but it’s thick, and almost perfectly cylindrical. It’s dark and curves up, and has a purplish, circumcised head.

I pull Mariano’s pants to his ankles and instruct him to sit in the chair that’s opposite Jose; meanwhile Jose leans against the cabinets behind him, and watches us. From a cursory glance I can see that his face is still flushed, but at least his eyes seem focused now.

I struggle down to my knees in front of Mariano. I’m wearing a black, high-waisted pencil skirt, paired with short black heels–my reasoning being that I could pass this off as some sort of business meeting if need be. The look is good, but my mobility is hampered.

At any rate, I make it down to my knees and angle myself so that Jose gets a good view of my ass. I bend forward, and my skirt slips upward, giving him a view of my panties; I spread my legs a bit, making sure that he can see the black material hugging the mound of my pussy and then making its way up between my ass cheeks.

I pull Mariano’s knees apart and work my way up his hairy thighs, planting kisses as I move. His big balls hang between his legs, resting on the faux-leather chair below him. Once I reach them, I move my kisses from his legs to his balls, kissing each one in several locations and then moving up the sack toward his shaft.

When I reach my boyfriend’s shaft, I flatten my tongue and draw it up the thing in an oscillating pattern, making sure that Jose can see every move. And when I reach the head of his dick, I run the tip of my tongue around the base of his head, and swirl my tongue around it, again making sure that Jose can see.

I keep running my tongue up and down Mariano’s cock, licking every side of it, until I’ve tasted every inch of the surface. But I don’t suck. I keep licking, eventually ending up with my tongue swirling over the head while my hand jerks the shaft from below.

Finally, I angle Mariano’s cock toward me and take as much in my mouth as the curved shaft will allow. I pull up slowly, sucking hard, until it audibly pops from my mouth.

One look at Jose shows that my tactic worked. Gone is the redness in his cheeks; his eyes are fixed on us, and seem to be glazed over in desire; and his cock is so hard that it stands up almost perpendicular to the floor.

“Come here,” I beckon. Jose approaches.

The first thing I do is remove Jose’s shoes and pants, and then help him remove his boxers, which are hilariously difficult to get off with his hard dick in the way. And then there he is, naked from the waist down in front of me.

I spend some time running my hands up and down Jose’s cock and balls, while planting light kisses on his cock head. Now hard, his dick is maybe an inch longer than his soft state–I’m very pleased by this development.

Because Jose is tall, and his dick refuses to point down, I’m now straight up on my knees in front of him. I take his wide, flattish cock head into my mouth, suck, and then travel down the length of him, taking most of it into my throat.

“Oh fuck oh god!” He’s surprised by how much I took.

I start moaning as I suck back up the length of him: partly because I want him to think it feels good for me, and also because it *does* feel that good. I release his cock from my mouth and, while jerking the shaft in a rotating motion, ask him if it feels good.

“God yes!” It almost sounds like he’s pleading.

I angle his hard dick down slightly, sit up straighter, and take him into my mouth once more. This time the angle is better, and I’m able to take him to the hilt, my nose pushing into the soft, hairless skin above his cock.

I stay there and suck, and then force my throat to swallow around him. I cup his low-hanging balls with one hand and gather them near my chin, just to feel them against my skin; and then pull back from his dick a centimeter or two, giving me enough room to push out my tongue and flick it against them just a bit.

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As I’m giving the man a throatjob, Mariano drops to his knees and scoots up behind me, and lifts the back of my dress so that my ass is fully exposed to him. I feel him pull up the back of panties, pulling the thong tightly between my crack: it kind of hurts, but I like it. He slaps my ass with the other hand: it hurts, but I like it.

I stop sucking Jose’s dick, and (due to my heels) struggle back up, pulling my skirt back down once I’m standing. I then climb on top of the chair that Mariano had been in minutes ago; now I’m on my knees, bent over, facing the back of it, with my heels hanging off the front.

“Do what you want to me, Jose.”

The man is still a little more timid than he needs to be. He does nothing for a moment, but then lifts my skirt; I bend more to press my ass and pussy out to him. He places a hand on one ass cheek, and then his other hand on the other; and then just moves them slightly, making my ass jiggle.

His long fingers seem to spread out over my entire ass; he grips them down, sinking into the fat, and jiggles my cheeks again, this time in opposite directions of one another. Mariano, as if encouraging the other man, sucks one of his own fingers and reaches between Jose’s hands, forcing the wet finger up my asshole.

“God yes,” I moan. “Give me one, Jose.”

Mariano pulls finger out of me, and Jose obediently replaces it with his own. “Fuck, it’s tighter than I expected,” he says.

This finger feels as if it’s two inches longer than my boyfriend’s; I push back onto it and gyrate my hips, forcing it to move around inside me. I beg him for another: he pulls out, spits on the next finger, and pushes both inside me at once.

I look back and see Jose jerking his cock with his free hand. I’m glad he’s enjoying this.

Mariano surprises us by adding one of his fingers back to my hole. I’m turned on by the two men sharing my space; I behind myself and force my own finger in on top of the other three.

“Fuuuck,” we all say almost simultaneously.

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At this point I’m tired of the foreplay, so I have the men pull their fingers from my ass, and then help me get off my shoes and unzip my skirt. As I remove my panties, I turn to face the men, peeling the fabric down slowly, gradually revealing my swollen pussy.

Without asking, Jose reaches over and touches it. In response, I grab his cock, and jerk it slowly while his fingers explore my pussy. He grasps the whole thing in his hand and squeezes it, much like he did to my ass; and then explores the split with his fingers, before pushing two of them up in my hole.

He takes some time to enjoy the tightness of this other hole, but then gets back to the task at hand: “Can I fuck your ass now?” he asks.

I suddenly realize that I didn’t bring any sort of lube. Luckily, Jose is able to produce a small jar of vaseline from a desk drawer–I wonder what he uses that for…

I scoop up some vaseline and slather it on Jose’s cock, and then jerk him off to spread it out all over him. When my hand reaches the head, the vaseline mixes with precum that’s evidently been pouring out of him this whole time. It sticks to my fingers when I pull them away from his cock–I’m suddenly reminded of the precum-covered picture that the Redditor sent to me. Mm.

Jose’s dark brown cock is now covered with grease and precum, and I’m salivating at the thought of having it in me. I lay my chest down on the row of cabinets that he was leaning against earlier and spread my ass, beckoning him over. I hold there, spread, and instruct him on what to do:

“Start pushing in–mmm, yeah. Stop for a second. Ok, push again, a little slower. Uggghhh keep going, keep going.”

Jose’s dick hits a wall with a couple of inches to go. I gyrate my hips and apply pressure, and feel it pop past that place. He pushes in the remaining inches of his cock, until the skin above his cock is completely flat against my spread ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck oh god,” he exclaims in rapid fire.

“…Did you cum?” I ask, concerned.

“No no no, it’s just tight. Fuck.” Thank god.

Jose pulls slowly out of my ass, and then pushes all the way back in, “fuck fuck fuck”ing and “oh god”ing all the way. Eventually his thrusts pick up in speed, and he seems to calm down a bit, although I can still hear him letting out stilted breaths every time he slides inside.

I’m not being fucked hard or fast, but the man’s long dick feels amazing inside me. As his cock head pushes through my insides, a ring of pleasure follows it.

Meanwhile, I hold my head at the side of the cabinets and beckon Mariano over. While Jose fucks me from behind, I jerk my boyfriend and suck his fat brown cock, collecting the sweet nectar of his precum whenever I see it spilling from his slit. Mariano occasionally puts his hands on the back of my head and fucks my mouth, at least as much as his curved dick will allow.

Eventually Mariano says to the other man: “let me get in there for a little bit.”

Jose drags his cock out from me and then moves over, making room for my boyfriend. Mariano doesn’t waste time lubing up–he must assume that the other man’s cock had lubed me up enough–and forces his entire length inside me in one quick push.

A small scream escapes me–a mixture of “oh fuck no!” and “oh god yes!”

As soon as the scream escapes my lips, we hear a noise from outside, and all instinctively freeze, the one man buried balls deep in my ass, the other man standing off to the side.

After staying still for several seconds, Jose thinks to turn off the office light, and peak through the blinds. “I think it was an animal,” he assures us. Crisis averted.

As soon as Jose flips the lights back on, Mariano begins piston-fucking me as hard as he can, causing me to let out more screams, over and over. He’s clearly emboldened by the idea of someone being out there, listening; it’s as if he’s saying “yeah, listen to my cock make her scream!”

As he pounds my barely-lubed ass, Jose begins encouraging him: “fuck her harder!” He’s asking Mariano for it almost as much as I am.

Because Mariano’s cock curves up, the pressure he’s applying is concentrated in a different area, and it feels amazing. I feel an orgasm coming, so I grab Jose’s hip and pull him over toward me, and plunge my head down onto his cock; orgasms feel better with a dick in the throat.

Mariano fucks one orgasm through my hole, and then another immediately after. I can’t help but whine over the cock in my mouth, and cry a bit as the second orgasm hits.

Once orgasm number two is over, I push Jose out of my mouth; and then my hands fly behind my ass, stop Mariano from fucking, and push him out. My asshole felt amazing 30 seconds ago, but now it’s begging for a brief respite.

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The two Latino men just stand there, hard dicks hanging in the air. This is heaven. Mariano is smiling, clearly impressed by his own performance; I can see sweat bleeding through the chest of his shirt.

I kiss him. “That felt amazing,” I tell him; “I just need a minute to rest.” I remove my own blouse, and am now completely naked.

I tell the men to sit down in the two chairs, and I spend some time nursing on one man’s dick while jerking the other. (“Is this alright?” Jose asks. “Yeah, she’s clean,” Mariano answers.) I switch back and forth between the two dicks every minute or two, deepthroating Jose each time but being unable to do the same to Mariano.

Frustrated, I tell Mariano that I want to deepthroat him too: I ask the men if they’ll help me clear the desk so I can lay on it. They oblige, and a minute later I’m on my back on the desk, head hanging off the edge, legs bent up toward my chest to help me balance on the surface.

Mariano walks over to me, fat dick swinging, and pushes his meat down my throat, which is able to accommodate the curve now that I’m upside down. His big balls press into my nose, and all I can smell or taste is cock. He stays buried there, while I slide my tongue back and forth and force my throat to swallow.

After 45 seconds or so, I can no longer hold my breath, and push Mariano out of my throat, gasping.

I don’t know if it’s a rush of endorphin or what, but suddenly I’m ready for cock in my ass again. I command Jose to fuck me, and then go back down on my boyfriend’s cock.

Jose lubes up his cock again, heads to the other side of the desk, and pushes himself inside me. As his cock pushes in, it spreads out my guts, like some sort of blooming flower, and I release muffled moans in response, over the cock buried in my throat.

Mariano grants me another breath, and then shoves his cock back in.

While I’m sucking on the cock, I hear Mariano encourage the other man: “come on man, fuck her hard.” Jose’s strokes get faster and more powerful in response, though still not matching the intensity of my boyfriend’s earlier pounding.

Another breath granted, then my throat filled again.

This time Mariano begins fucking my throat–rather gently, but fucking nonetheless. I moan as he fucks, and that encourages Jose to fuck just a little bit harder.

The two men use me, fucking either end of me, without worrying about my pleasure. Someone reaches down and squeezes my breasts while they fuck. We continue like this until Jose suddenly pulls out from my ass and stands still, seemingly focusing on cancelling an orgasm. “That was close,” he laughs.

I push Mariano from my mouth and beckon Jose around to the same side of the desk, upon which I tell both men to use my throat and switch back and forth. They diligently follow the direction: Mariano plunges his fat dick into my throat, holds, and then pulls all the way out; and then Jose does the same, his long cock even probing deeper.

I’m satisfied with that after a few minutes, so I have them stop, and I crawl down from the desk, then bend forward over it. Spreading my ass, I tell the men to use *this* hole, again switching back and forth. And again, they diligently proceed.

As the two men switch between my asshole, they seem to be competing with one another, each trying to pound harder than the other. At first I lurch forward into the desk as they pound me, but as they get more forceful, they begin holding my hips in place, and eventually pull me back as they slam forward, forcing me to bottom out even more violently.

I wouldn’t say they’re fucking me so much as using me as a shared sex toy. Each man slams in once, then pulls out and makes way for the other man, who slams in next. There’s silence; and then the absurdly loud sound of one man’s body slapping into mine, accompanied by a scream from me, both sounds mixing and echoing in the small room; and then silence again.

Over and over this game continues, and I wonder how it will end.

This is how: Jose grunts as he takes his turn, but his aim is off and his dick slams into my pussy without warning. He stops instantly, and both men are quiet, waiting to see if they’ve accidentally broken me.

But I feel great! I hadn’t planned to use my pussy at all tonight, but now it’s awake, so I need to fill it.

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I tell Mariano to go sit in the chair, and push it into the corner to prevent it from tipping over. Then, after a brief awkward period of figuring out positions, I manage to mount my boyfriend and slide my pussy down onto his cock. And then I tell Jose to come behind us and push *his* cock up my ass.

Because Mariano’s fat dick is buried in my pussy, the entrance to my ass is much tighter, and it takes Jose several tries to get inside. But once he does, I can feel every inch of his length slide past Mariano’s cock, the only thing dividing them a small wall of flesh separating my two holes. It feels amazing.

I know what I want now, and beg for them to “fuck me!” “Harder!” “Harder!” “*Harder!*”

Most of the “harder” is being provided by Jose; he’s the only one who can thrust his entire length in and out. But Mariano is doing a commendable job of thrusting up from his sitting position, and I’m trying to meet my hips to the men as best as I can.

As the men fuck me, I make out with my boyfriend, and whine in his mouth as my holes are pounded.

At some point the men try to be porn stars and stand up, with me between them, impaled on their cocks. Goosebumps spread over me as I consider the fact that I’m sandwiched between two Latino men just like I wanted; I wonder how the Redditor’s cock would feel in me instead. The two men are able to hold me in place with no problem, but neither one of them is really able to thrust, and eventually I just lower my legs and fall down. Maybe next time.

I take the opportunity to have the men switch holes. This time I have Jose sit on the desk, I climb on top of him, lower my pussy onto his cock, and then have Mariano insert in my ass. Mariano immediately pounds my asshole as hard as he was earlier, and holds me in place to make sure I take it. A side effect of this is that he’s pressing my pussy down onto Jose so hard that Jose is unable to thrust, and all eight inches of him are buried up my cunt, stretching it to the absolute limit.

Mariano’s pounding is too much for him to take for very long: he soon pulls out of me and begs me to flip over. I lift my pussy from Jose, turn so that my back is lying against him, and then slide his cock up my asshole. Meanwhile, Mariano is furiously jerking his dick, and seconds later showers the entire front of my body with a stream of hot, watery semen.

There’s cum on my face, on my lips, running down my breasts, covering my pussy. It wasn’t thick, but I’m absolutely smothered with the stuff; I love it. I lick my lips, collecting a bit of it, and swallow: it’s a almost little minty today. Delicious.

Jose somewhat timidly says he wants to see, so I have him to lay back on the desk, and then carefully spin myself to face him, his cock buried in my ass the whole time. Once I’m turned toward him, he lifts his head to see my cum-covered body, and lets out a “fuck” at the sight.

Now it’s my turn to pound. I bend down closer to Jose, and begin lifting my hips and slamming back down, fucking my ass on his cock. I do this harder and hard, and soon enough I’m making slapping noises as loud as the men were earlier. As I pound, cum drips off of me and onto Jose–I think he likes it.

I continue pounding until Jose finally says he’s about to cum, and then I keep pounding until he’s filled my ass completely and is too sensitive to take anymore.

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As soon as I stop fucking myself on Jose, my legs give out and I need help removing myself from the desk. I’m shaking and find it hard to stand.

I brace myself on Mariano and, without thinking, he wipes the cum off me with my blouse. Oh well. He helps me back into my panties, skirt, and heels, and then puts his own clothes back on. (I’m a little sad to see that fat cock disappear beneath his pants again.)

Meanwhile, Jose has just been lying there, his cum-covered cock deflating slightly. Finally he gets up and haphazardly puts his own clothes back on.

He then carefully peaks out of his office to make sure no one is there. Once we have the all-clear, I head out and put on my jacket, finally covering my sticky bare breasts.

Before we leave, I ask Jose for his review: “A+.” We agree to do this again–preferably at one of our houses next time.

And then, satisfied with my Latino tag-team, I get in my car and head home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7jtyqf/fmm_latino_tagteam_at_the_office