Polefren's Fate

>Terresa Maria Juan Carlos Villanueva Cortés posed for a selfie in her new cocktail dress, and composed a suitably sexy message for her new boyfriend
>"Hey Papi! Corre a casa! My kitty is wild for you~~ If you hurry, we can get dinner and then you can take me dancing and show me off to all your friends! Te amo, corazon xoxo!"
>Send
>She smiled and pictured her perfect little Rubia all hot and bothered at work. She smiled and wondered what he would do to her that night. She couldn't wait to find out.
>She didn't quite understand the fuss. Her family had been surprised when she had suddenly announced she was moving overseas to pursue a relationship with a Polish boy she barely knew, but honestly, what was the big deal?
>He was a man (oh, and WHAT a MAN!) and she was a woman, they were perfect for each other.
>They were even both Catholic!
>He worked and brought home the money, and she spent every waking hour (and every minute of her dreams) desperately thinking of new ways to make his life a living paradise.
>She woke up early to give him his morning blowjob (she insisted, her girlfriend's sister's hairdresser's cousin once removed had read in a magazine that morning blowjobs were good for a man's health)
>Then a healthy breakfast before work, with lots of kisses and professuons of love before he left for the day, just so he wouldn't forget.
>After that, she mostly took care of shopping, paying the bills, cleaning the house, and making sure his home was spotless and pristine when he arrived, and that a hot, yummy donner was ready and waiting when he walked through the dolr.
>Of course, this only took her a few hours everyday, so the rest of the time she spent stewing in her own juices and thinking up new ways to suck every last drop of yummy cum out of his gorgeous  cacahuetes.
>Sexy clothes, cute shoes, a night out dancing, and a few squirts of 'Jungle Lust' were the best way she found to close put his Friday, especially when it meant she got to bump and grind against his huge bulge all night long while his jealous coworkers (and more than a few pretty slavic bitches) looked on.
>Her job was simple: make 'suyo miela' the happiest man on earth. It was an easy job, every Latina girl knew how. Sure her sex drive was little higher than his, but if he was too tired, she just popped his fat round huevos into her mouth and hummed something from Shakira or Loona and he perked right up.
>The only slight cloud was that he *did* spend a lot of time at work, and he was always worried about money.
>She would fix that
>Papa was worried about her, but he would come around soon. He just *couldn't* say no to his only daughter. Once he saw how nice and sweet and and funny Polefren was, she was sure he would give his blessing for the wedding. If not, she would tell Mama, and she would work ber magic on Papa until he was convinced the marriage was his own idea. After all, there are very few things a pretty Mexican heiress wants and does not get
>She giggled. She was going to positively *spoil* her cohete quemado. He would never work again if he didn't want to. Of course, he would be working up a sweat every night, but somehow she thought he wouldn't mind.
>She primped and preened, and took another selfie, this time of her ass
>She couldn't wait for him to get home. She had just decided she was going to ask him to knock her up. That would cool her down a bit, she decided, and besides: her mother's wedding dress had had a cute little baby-bump too