"Tiffany's Mexican Molestation"
Part 3 in the TKK Fan Fic Diaries
Characters: Tiff, Bra (
sweet_tiff4prez/
catalytically)
Rating: NC-17
Author: Calvin (
aurosan) Welcome to my casa (house)
I’m really glad you could make it,” Tiffany purred as she poured herself a glass of Crunk Juice.
“Thanks for paying to fly me out here, after I spent so much money on the phone I thought my parents were going to kill me!” Braulio spewed with his thick lisp, he was a small greasy latino, with a hunch similar to Quasimodo’s. He slumped deeper into Tiffany’s bed in her dorm for all the gym majors at Kent University.
“You know I’d do anything for you, but now I think that you need to do something for me.” Tiffany paused, and laid a thick seductive glance on Braulio’s round and pasty latin face. “I think you know what I want, and you owe me for flying you out here.” Tiffany crawled over her K-Mart sheets, crusted over with her own love juices from the night before to the object of her nubian obsessions.
Braulio’s heart was racing, he identified himself as a gay teen, and he had no interest in Tiffany, but as he looked into the small crevice created by her cleavage falling out of her T.J. Maxx top his mouth went dry, and nothing was working to make it wet again. His small red tongue dashed back and forth, attempting to moisten his mouth.
This only made Tiffany more excited, Braulio’s tongue darting across his crusted lips made her loins tingle in anticipation. She had been planning for this exact moment ever since she first saw Braulio, she knew that she wanted, his supple twelve year old body to fulfill her deepest desires.
“Braulio, I want you to calm down, I know you’ll enjoy this... yeh.” Tiffany took one of her long, black, crooked fingers and stuck it between Braulio’s nipples. She dragged her finger down to his belly button with such force that his shirt ripped in half. He pudgy and pale stomach flopped out over his “From First to Last” belt buckle. “Oh.. yeh.” Tiffany moaned.
Braulio was experiencing completely new sensations, he didn’t know what was going on. He knew he was gay, or at least he thought he was, but his body was betraying him. As Tiffany circled his now naked nipples with her fingers he felt his underwear tighten. The feeling was inexplicable, and exciting. He wanted more, but he was embarrassed to say.
“It’s okay baby, I can see your face flushing, I know this is what you want.” Tiffany said, she had seen right through Braulio’s assorted faggotry. She stood up on the bed, without saying a word, and peeled off her tight top. Then, sharing more seductive glances with Braulio she hooked her skirt and garter belt with her fingers and slid them down her short and hairy legs.
Tiffany stood there with nothing but large stained panties, and a sports bra on. “Don’t look so surprised, I am a gym major,” she said in response to Braulio’s inquisitive look. She reached around the back, struggling with her own bra, finally she ripped it off. Two globular pieces of fat bounced out, each discolored and misshapen. Both were tipped with small and pointy nipples, similar to Braulios.
Tiffany lowered herself back down, this time onto Braulio’s lap. “Go ahead, take them into your mouth.. yeh.” She purred as she juggled her own breasts in her hand, giving them to Braulio. His hands shook as he reached up and grabbed a hold of the first breasts he had ever handled in his life, besides his fathers. He took note that they felt like sacks of cooked oatmeal.
“Yeh... oh... yeh...” Tiffany couldn’t believe the sensations traveling through her body as Braulio manhandled the wet sacks of flour on her chest. Tiffany closed her eyes in a state a bliss, but they shoot back open as she felt a wet sensation on her nipples. Braulio had lowered his head onto her breasts, and was now suckling on her lovely lady lumps.
“Yeh... oh yeh... you better slow down or I’m gonna shoot ghetto style all over you.” Braulio looked shocked, but stopped what he was doing. Tiffany climbed off of him, settling back onto her crusty sheets. “I want you to play with my shit nigga, can you do that for me?”
Tiffany stood back up and grabbed onto the slide of her large panties, she took hold of them and slid them off quickly. Braulio had never seen a snatch before, and he was surprised at the sight. Tiffany’s oversized labia, accompanied by large and snarled labia flaps was quite the sight.
“I want you to finger me, and I want it now.” Tiffany growled as she lowered her pussy towards Braulio’s face. He took a trembling finger and slowly slid it in her pink love canal. “Oh... yeh... yeh.” She repeated over and over, Braulio had worked one of his sausage fingers deeper into her pussy, and now he was working on stroking the underside of her long and thick clit. Liquids poured down Braulio’s fingers, wetting his arms and the sheets of the bed.
The moment was so intense, and passionate. Braulio’s small boner was aching against his white washed jeans, he needed to set it free. He pulled out his finger to better get hold of his belt and undo it, but Tiffany grabbed his hand before he could undo a thing. “Nigga what do you think you’re doing? Did I give you permission to stop pleasuring me?” She screamed, frustrated that she wasn’t getting off anymore.
“Sorry Tiff, but I’m so fucking hot, my four inch chubby is burning inside of these thrift store jeans. I need to unleash it.”
Tiffany was a total cock slut, the idea of his latin sausage in her mouth made her excited, so she let him continue. As Braulio wrestled with his belt and pants his pocket began to vibrate.
“Shit! I think I have a call!” Braulio said, stopping his task to answer his cellphone.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tiffany shouted when she saw him talking out his phone. The possiblities raced through her mind.
“I want you to put that in me, right now.” She ordered.
“But it’s my mom!” Braulio pleaded, he needed to answer it.
“Well your momma is gonna fuck da flyest bitch tonight babe.” Tiffany said as she grabbed Braulio's wrist, moving it toward her stinking love hole. “Put it in me.”
Braulio jabbed Tiffany with the still vibrating phone, her whole body writhed in pleasure. Seeing Tiffany in such a state of ecstasy Braulio could no longer contain himself, he shoot a small, infetile load, directly in his underoos.
The phone stopped vibrating, and so did Tiff. She was shocked, and appalled that Braulio would be as selfish to cum without getting her off first.
“GET OUT OF MY DORM! GET OUT AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN PLEASURE A WOMAN!” Tiff screamed while standing back up in her bed. Braulio scampered up, and grabbed his torn t-shirt. He looked up into Tiffany’s eyes, he wanted to cry, he wanted to feel something. All he could do was leave, leave while the love of his life stood naked on her bed at Kent University, in the dorm for gym majors.
ontd_refuse lol jk ilu all xo
