A Sultry, Sweet Sinaloan Spinner

The tub in my room at the Rizo was warm and filled past the brim with suds, forming a fortress of foam around Carmen and I, as we sloshed around and cannoodled naked. Carmen was a Sinaloan knockout, whom I've seen before, a spinner with a gorgeous face, in my book a solid 9.5.

She kept her face and hair out of the water, as they were immaculately finished, her hair pulled up in a bow, and arranged around her scalp in an intricate pattern. It was like playing with a fashion model and I felt like a rock star.

We were making out, my crotch pressed against hers as I felt my junk grind against her warm, lightly haired nether regions. Then she ground against me deeper. At first it was just the tip. Then a little more than the tip. Then the next thing I know, I'm fully inside of her, and she's on top of me moaning, giving me a deep kiss as I groped one of her tiny but shapely tits, while the tub gurgled and the foam swirled around out naked bodies.