Jazmine

It had been awhile since I cruised this area of Los Angeles. There are hookers to be found, but it’s not always a sure thing. I was looking for one of my favorite providers I hadn’t seen in a while. Instead I ran into Jazmine. She was a little chunkier than I usually like my prostitutes, but a WSW was rare in this area, so I rolled up on her.

White girls don’t usually do it for me in civilian life, but it’s a different story when I’m cruising for hookers. WSWs are rare on the streets, and if I like anything, I like rare.

She said her name was Jazmine. She had a fairly cute but forgettable face, a little bit of a gut, but big knockers to make up for it.

Jazmine was easygoing, pleasant. She wanted me to put up the window shade for more privacy, and that was the only thing that seemed to make her uneasy. She didn’t like the vulnerability of having sex in the car.

I stuck my cock into her. She lifted up her blouse so I could play with her sizeable tits. After a few minutes I felt that familiar tightening in my balls that meant I was about to cum. I slowed down and readjusted myself so that the spasm would pass and I could keep fucking her. But I got too close to the edge before pulling back.

My dick spasmed three or four times. Jazmine felt it and asked if I came. I lied and said no. To prove it I kept fucking her. It was uncomfortable at first, but eventually the feeling of pleasure came back and I could enjoy my meat and potatoes sex with her again.

Her legs were pinned back, and I was getting some deep thrusts. I came again. This time I let her know it, I even played up the moans a little bit to let her know she did a good job.

Holding the condom I pulled my shaft out of her. She seemed eager to get out of there and got dressed quickly. I asked for her number, she told me it was new and definitely either started with a 680 or 860. I took the number and dropped her off.