She is a black woman similar to the American porn model Ivy Bleau (search for her on the web and Twitter with that name), in other words, all Afro-American with large breasts, afro hair, thighs, and a great ass (which is normal in most black women, it's hard to find black women who are well-endowed). She is one of many migrants who have been displaced from their country of origin due to the many problems there. She lived in a temporary refugee shelter in Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas, with her family, which consisted of two precious girls and her sister. I found her giving herself away on street corners, feeling sorry for herself, taking money from anyone (of course, she still wasn't making the most of her large attributes).
One day, after getting off work early at 1 pm, I ran into her washing car windows on a street corner, wearing a low-cut top and shorts made of mesh (in Tuxtla, many women often wear this due to the heat; I wasn't used to it since I'm from a nearby town near Toluca, State of Mexico, where it's rare to see women dressed like that unless it's in spring or summer). I had already caught sight of her curves a few days earlier and decided to talk to her. I don't think I was the only one who wanted to take advantage of her beautiful and juicy body on that day when she was wearing that outfit, so I mustered up the courage to speak to her.
I'm just another fuckboy looking for an opportunity to stick my 15 cm long and 1 inch thick cock into a vagina, a medium-sized guy with a medium build, dark hair, and abandoned, one of many office workers who don't have much time or money to waste on life, working for the government doing paperwork for a ungrateful boss like most of them. My salary barely covers some extra expenses, rent, and traveling back home every week, although sometimes I travel back home every 15 days due to my frequent trips. This woman has made me realize that this is how it has to be. I call myself Kevin, if you're Kevin, I don't have my Kimberly but I'll have her (Mexican joke).
K: Hi friend, what's your name?
Ella: Rosa.
K: Just like that? Rosa?
R: Rosaline.
K: Oh, what a pretty name.
R: Are you going to want me to wash your windshield? (with a Haitian accent similar to French)
K: I've got a better offer, 100 pesos if you wash it all the way where I live.
R: I only work here.
K: Come on, it's worth it, and I'll invite you to eat some food I brought over here too.
R: I don't know you, I'm not from around here.
K: Okay okay, I know you're not from around here, it shows, look, so you can trust me, follow me on foot, where you see the black gate, that's where I live, leave the gate open if you want to come, you'll earn 100 pesos in under half an hour and I'll also give you food, I know you must be hungry.
R: I'll follow.
K: Good Rosita, follow me.
I drove my car to the house I rent and checked through the mirrors that she was hurrying to gather her things and then following me, finished parking and didn't take long for her to arrive with her things while I got out the things so she could do a deep cleaning. To let my readers know, at least in Tuxtla, car washes usually charge around 50 pesos, so I was offering triple that, since you won't find a complete meal for less than 50 Mexican pesos.
R: Is this your house?
K: Yes, it's rented but I live here.
R: Isn't it from around here?
K: No Rosita, I'm from another state.
R: Yeah, you don't sound like the people from around here.
K: Did you notice that?
R: Yes sir.
K: What happened to sir? Where do you see the ring? Or the kids?
R: Sorry young man.
K: You can call me tu, doesn't it bother you if I speak to you in a familiar way or not?
R: Call me however you want sir, sorry young man, eh, what's your name?
K: Kevin, my lady.
R: Wi, young Kevin.
K: And you, are you a lady? Do you have kids?
R: Yes, I was a lady, my husband died months ago and left me with 2 kids.
K: Oh no! manches, Rosita, sorry for asking, my condolences.
R: it's nothing, she was looking for trouble.
With hunger and everything we were talking.
K: but what do you think if we eat and then start cleaning (and if I needed a wash after two weeks)
R: like you say Kevin.
K: let me bring some chairs so we can eat.
R: yes thank you.
I went to get some chairs for us to sit down and put the food on,
K: well Rosita, do you like the food here in Mexico?
R: yes but it's often too spicy.
K: don't worry, if you want you can put sauce on it, and if not then don't.
R: that's better, jo… Kevin.
We ate and talked, she was super hungry and thirsty, I should say she ate more than half the food, sat her fat and appetizing behind in the chair, bent down for the food showing her large hanging breasts due to gravity, it was inevitable to hide those big tits.
K: and how did you end up a widow Rosita?
R: they killed my husband when he entered this country (the maras or mareros are an international gang of criminals that terrorize Central America, some cities in Mexico, and many cities in the United States, they usually take it out on their enemies and migrants who cross all these countries, since most of them are connected with different governments to make the way harder for all those who emigrate illegally).
K: sons of a slut mother, but why do you say she was looking for trouble?
R: they had already told her not even to look at them, but he didn't listen, he was a very stubborn and violent man, and also a scoundrel back in my country, the tattoos he brought didn't help him.
K: I suppose it was one of the reasons why they bothered him.
R: wi, especially him were like five times, until the fifth time that they threw things at us hurt my youngest child.
K: damn bitches, and surely it's when they... put. R: wi, immediately after they hurt me, I turned to see with anger and they left, then I faced them, turned to see them again and turned to see us too and said, 'run! Don't stop running!', from a distance we saw him facing one who threw a machete at him that he dodged, and took the machete away, shot one and another and as we rode the train, we saw how they surrounded him, we couldn't see if they killed him or not anymore, but it's most likely they did because we haven't seen him since then and there's no way for us to communicate with him. K: jeez, not really, my condolences Rosi, he'll be missed a lot, won't he? R: honestly, only my daughters will miss him, but they're little, they'll forget. K: and you, don't you miss him? R: honestly no, he gave us a bad life, he was a thief who robbed, got high, drank, we were running from house to house because he never wanted to work for little pay, in Haiti most people take justice into their own hands, and we had to flee because the police were also looking for him. K: oh yeah, and I suppose, as you say he was stubborn and violent, did he beat you? R: not so much my daughters when he defended them, he took it out on me, there wasn't a week that went by without him beating me. K: well then, he wasn't a good man. R: no, but I don't hold any grudges, finally everything passes for something, and if he had to die protecting us and because we would be better off, that's why I forgive him for everything he did to us. K: yeah then, that's heroic, dying for your loved ones. R: wi, besides my daughters are growing up and they shouldn't have to see the things he made me do in front of them. K: apart from beating you? R: wi. K: oh yeah. K: well then yes, how old are your daughters? R: two and four years old. K: ah yeah, they're really little, fortunately, as you say, they'll forget and more so because of what happened with them, even though they're little, those bad memories stay. R: wi. He had a nice voice, very soft. K: do you have they said you have a nice voice? R: yes, Antoine my husband used to tell me that, but with obscenities, and many people have told me that here too, you're like the fifth person here who tells me (despite speaking Spanish, if I just ate some words). K: jeje, so yeah, it sounds like a lady's voice. R: Merci! K: no problem, I'm just being honest. R: finished, are those the things to wash? (she points to the utensils). K: yes my lady, start whenever you want, because it seems you'll be late, I suppose. R: yeah. K: and if you have your little daughters, who do you leave them with? R: with my sister, she came with us, lived with us, and we didn't have anything or anyone there anymore. K: ah ok, I guess they stay in a shelter. R: yeah (as we continued talking, she turned her back to put on the labor, tremendous ass, which looked unreal when seen from the front, operated, but no, it was a fleshy black ass like some who contract for pornography). K: Rosita. R: what? K: even though they gave you a hard life, but food didn't lack, you look very healthy. R: jijiji, Merci. K: but why? R: others tell me other words about how I look, you're very polite. K: yeah well Rosita, it's that I'm not like others, I like flattering women without making them feel offended. R: Merci!. K: and besides, I could take my car to where they charge less, but I prefer helping a beautiful lady who needs all the help possible. R: you're very kind, most people take advantage of us, that's why we're leaving for Améyummy in a week. K: we're already in Améyummy Rosi. R: good, to USA. K: in a week then. R: yeah. Antoine paid the ticket for everyone before he died. K: oh ya, I guess they're just waiting for someone to take them now. R: yeah, we're saving up money to travel to Laredo, there are some cousins who have already passed (she lifted and lowered her enormous ass according to her movements, its) breasts were hanging every time she bent over, having to rebutton her blouse with each movement she made, I was about to burst, I adjusted the erection that was already noticeable in my clothes when she wasn't paying attention, and sometimes it was there, pulling her towards me and licking my lips because what was near me was so desirable.
K: oh very well, then I hope everything goes well.
R: merci! Kevin.
K: you're welcome.
R: and to you, it seems like things are going well, this is an expensive house to rent and the car too.
K: well, I'll tell you that they don't charge me much, it's more because I take better care of them than paying for this house, and the car, well, they provide it to me at work, it's on loan (by now even the labia minora were visible in front and behind, the short almost turned into one of those complete bras worn by the most modest women).
R: you're lucky then.
K: yes, but I also want something, that's why I'm here.
R: how good it is to go well young.
K: how old are you, Rosita?
R: 35.
K: seriously? You look like you're 28.
R: merci Kevin! You're very kind.
K: what kind, because seriously, I didn't think you were that old, and with such small girls.
R: it's because, it's not my first marriage, I had another husband, and another son, they died five years ago in an earthquake.
K: ah what a shame, oh friend, it seems like disaster after disaster.
R: wi, only my little sister and I are left, my mom also died, our houses were devastated, my brother went to the Dominican Republic and we lost track of him, he also forgot about us, we looked for him but never found him.
K: well, even though everything that has happened to you hurts, you have been a very strong woman who has known how to get ahead and despite everything you look beautiful and radiant friend, truly.
R: merci friend!, thanks for feeding me and what you're going to pay me, I've liked you, and this week is going to be tough, I don't know how I'm going to make it, I can only work at whatever job I can find. You need another wash, can you look for me at the terminal's south refuge.
K: Of course, friend, do you want to clean this house? If I need help, do you know how to cook? Honestly, I'm tired of buying food and rarely prepare something, today because they gave us half a day, but it almost never happens, so if you like, you can help me more and I'll try to help you in what I can, beautiful (finished washing the car).
R: Thanks!, I'll think about it, I have to go, it's getting late and I have to see my girls, they must be hungry by now.
K: Then I'll pay you, but if you think about it, I'll look for you soon.
R: Thank you very much, you seemed like a good and educated man, thank you very much, may God repay you.
K: You're welcome, it was a pleasure helping you, precious.
R: See you later, Joe... Kevin.
K: May you go well, darling.
He gave me a smile and turned around, walking away with those big thighs, that enormous black ass going to be mine, one of my fantasies and I was determined to fulfill it, no matter what the cost. Continue...
One day, after getting off work early at 1 pm, I ran into her washing car windows on a street corner, wearing a low-cut top and shorts made of mesh (in Tuxtla, many women often wear this due to the heat; I wasn't used to it since I'm from a nearby town near Toluca, State of Mexico, where it's rare to see women dressed like that unless it's in spring or summer). I had already caught sight of her curves a few days earlier and decided to talk to her. I don't think I was the only one who wanted to take advantage of her beautiful and juicy body on that day when she was wearing that outfit, so I mustered up the courage to speak to her.
I'm just another fuckboy looking for an opportunity to stick my 15 cm long and 1 inch thick cock into a vagina, a medium-sized guy with a medium build, dark hair, and abandoned, one of many office workers who don't have much time or money to waste on life, working for the government doing paperwork for a ungrateful boss like most of them. My salary barely covers some extra expenses, rent, and traveling back home every week, although sometimes I travel back home every 15 days due to my frequent trips. This woman has made me realize that this is how it has to be. I call myself Kevin, if you're Kevin, I don't have my Kimberly but I'll have her (Mexican joke).
K: Hi friend, what's your name?
Ella: Rosa.
K: Just like that? Rosa?
R: Rosaline.
K: Oh, what a pretty name.
R: Are you going to want me to wash your windshield? (with a Haitian accent similar to French)
K: I've got a better offer, 100 pesos if you wash it all the way where I live.
R: I only work here.
K: Come on, it's worth it, and I'll invite you to eat some food I brought over here too.
R: I don't know you, I'm not from around here.
K: Okay okay, I know you're not from around here, it shows, look, so you can trust me, follow me on foot, where you see the black gate, that's where I live, leave the gate open if you want to come, you'll earn 100 pesos in under half an hour and I'll also give you food, I know you must be hungry.
R: I'll follow.
K: Good Rosita, follow me.
I drove my car to the house I rent and checked through the mirrors that she was hurrying to gather her things and then following me, finished parking and didn't take long for her to arrive with her things while I got out the things so she could do a deep cleaning. To let my readers know, at least in Tuxtla, car washes usually charge around 50 pesos, so I was offering triple that, since you won't find a complete meal for less than 50 Mexican pesos.
R: Is this your house?
K: Yes, it's rented but I live here.
R: Isn't it from around here?
K: No Rosita, I'm from another state.
R: Yeah, you don't sound like the people from around here.
K: Did you notice that?
R: Yes sir.
K: What happened to sir? Where do you see the ring? Or the kids?
R: Sorry young man.
K: You can call me tu, doesn't it bother you if I speak to you in a familiar way or not?
R: Call me however you want sir, sorry young man, eh, what's your name?
K: Kevin, my lady.
R: Wi, young Kevin.
K: And you, are you a lady? Do you have kids?
R: Yes, I was a lady, my husband died months ago and left me with 2 kids.
K: Oh no! manches, Rosita, sorry for asking, my condolences.
R: it's nothing, she was looking for trouble.
With hunger and everything we were talking.
K: but what do you think if we eat and then start cleaning (and if I needed a wash after two weeks)
R: like you say Kevin.
K: let me bring some chairs so we can eat.
R: yes thank you.
I went to get some chairs for us to sit down and put the food on,
K: well Rosita, do you like the food here in Mexico?
R: yes but it's often too spicy.
K: don't worry, if you want you can put sauce on it, and if not then don't.
R: that's better, jo… Kevin.
We ate and talked, she was super hungry and thirsty, I should say she ate more than half the food, sat her fat and appetizing behind in the chair, bent down for the food showing her large hanging breasts due to gravity, it was inevitable to hide those big tits.
K: and how did you end up a widow Rosita?
R: they killed my husband when he entered this country (the maras or mareros are an international gang of criminals that terrorize Central America, some cities in Mexico, and many cities in the United States, they usually take it out on their enemies and migrants who cross all these countries, since most of them are connected with different governments to make the way harder for all those who emigrate illegally).
K: sons of a slut mother, but why do you say she was looking for trouble?
R: they had already told her not even to look at them, but he didn't listen, he was a very stubborn and violent man, and also a scoundrel back in my country, the tattoos he brought didn't help him.
K: I suppose it was one of the reasons why they bothered him.
R: wi, especially him were like five times, until the fifth time that they threw things at us hurt my youngest child.
K: damn bitches, and surely it's when they... put. R: wi, immediately after they hurt me, I turned to see with anger and they left, then I faced them, turned to see them again and turned to see us too and said, 'run! Don't stop running!', from a distance we saw him facing one who threw a machete at him that he dodged, and took the machete away, shot one and another and as we rode the train, we saw how they surrounded him, we couldn't see if they killed him or not anymore, but it's most likely they did because we haven't seen him since then and there's no way for us to communicate with him. K: jeez, not really, my condolences Rosi, he'll be missed a lot, won't he? R: honestly, only my daughters will miss him, but they're little, they'll forget. K: and you, don't you miss him? R: honestly no, he gave us a bad life, he was a thief who robbed, got high, drank, we were running from house to house because he never wanted to work for little pay, in Haiti most people take justice into their own hands, and we had to flee because the police were also looking for him. K: oh yeah, and I suppose, as you say he was stubborn and violent, did he beat you? R: not so much my daughters when he defended them, he took it out on me, there wasn't a week that went by without him beating me. K: well then, he wasn't a good man. R: no, but I don't hold any grudges, finally everything passes for something, and if he had to die protecting us and because we would be better off, that's why I forgive him for everything he did to us. K: yeah then, that's heroic, dying for your loved ones. R: wi, besides my daughters are growing up and they shouldn't have to see the things he made me do in front of them. K: apart from beating you? R: wi. K: oh yeah. K: well then yes, how old are your daughters? R: two and four years old. K: ah yeah, they're really little, fortunately, as you say, they'll forget and more so because of what happened with them, even though they're little, those bad memories stay. R: wi. He had a nice voice, very soft. K: do you have they said you have a nice voice? R: yes, Antoine my husband used to tell me that, but with obscenities, and many people have told me that here too, you're like the fifth person here who tells me (despite speaking Spanish, if I just ate some words). K: jeje, so yeah, it sounds like a lady's voice. R: Merci! K: no problem, I'm just being honest. R: finished, are those the things to wash? (she points to the utensils). K: yes my lady, start whenever you want, because it seems you'll be late, I suppose. R: yeah. K: and if you have your little daughters, who do you leave them with? R: with my sister, she came with us, lived with us, and we didn't have anything or anyone there anymore. K: ah ok, I guess they stay in a shelter. R: yeah (as we continued talking, she turned her back to put on the labor, tremendous ass, which looked unreal when seen from the front, operated, but no, it was a fleshy black ass like some who contract for pornography). K: Rosita. R: what? K: even though they gave you a hard life, but food didn't lack, you look very healthy. R: jijiji, Merci. K: but why? R: others tell me other words about how I look, you're very polite. K: yeah well Rosita, it's that I'm not like others, I like flattering women without making them feel offended. R: Merci!. K: and besides, I could take my car to where they charge less, but I prefer helping a beautiful lady who needs all the help possible. R: you're very kind, most people take advantage of us, that's why we're leaving for Améyummy in a week. K: we're already in Améyummy Rosi. R: good, to USA. K: in a week then. R: yeah. Antoine paid the ticket for everyone before he died. K: oh ya, I guess they're just waiting for someone to take them now. R: yeah, we're saving up money to travel to Laredo, there are some cousins who have already passed (she lifted and lowered her enormous ass according to her movements, its) breasts were hanging every time she bent over, having to rebutton her blouse with each movement she made, I was about to burst, I adjusted the erection that was already noticeable in my clothes when she wasn't paying attention, and sometimes it was there, pulling her towards me and licking my lips because what was near me was so desirable.
K: oh very well, then I hope everything goes well.
R: merci! Kevin.
K: you're welcome.
R: and to you, it seems like things are going well, this is an expensive house to rent and the car too.
K: well, I'll tell you that they don't charge me much, it's more because I take better care of them than paying for this house, and the car, well, they provide it to me at work, it's on loan (by now even the labia minora were visible in front and behind, the short almost turned into one of those complete bras worn by the most modest women).
R: you're lucky then.
K: yes, but I also want something, that's why I'm here.
R: how good it is to go well young.
K: how old are you, Rosita?
R: 35.
K: seriously? You look like you're 28.
R: merci Kevin! You're very kind.
K: what kind, because seriously, I didn't think you were that old, and with such small girls.
R: it's because, it's not my first marriage, I had another husband, and another son, they died five years ago in an earthquake.
K: ah what a shame, oh friend, it seems like disaster after disaster.
R: wi, only my little sister and I are left, my mom also died, our houses were devastated, my brother went to the Dominican Republic and we lost track of him, he also forgot about us, we looked for him but never found him.
K: well, even though everything that has happened to you hurts, you have been a very strong woman who has known how to get ahead and despite everything you look beautiful and radiant friend, truly.
R: merci friend!, thanks for feeding me and what you're going to pay me, I've liked you, and this week is going to be tough, I don't know how I'm going to make it, I can only work at whatever job I can find. You need another wash, can you look for me at the terminal's south refuge.
K: Of course, friend, do you want to clean this house? If I need help, do you know how to cook? Honestly, I'm tired of buying food and rarely prepare something, today because they gave us half a day, but it almost never happens, so if you like, you can help me more and I'll try to help you in what I can, beautiful (finished washing the car).
R: Thanks!, I'll think about it, I have to go, it's getting late and I have to see my girls, they must be hungry by now.
K: Then I'll pay you, but if you think about it, I'll look for you soon.
R: Thank you very much, you seemed like a good and educated man, thank you very much, may God repay you.
K: You're welcome, it was a pleasure helping you, precious.
R: See you later, Joe... Kevin.
K: May you go well, darling.
He gave me a smile and turned around, walking away with those big thighs, that enormous black ass going to be mine, one of my fantasies and I was determined to fulfill it, no matter what the cost. Continue...
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