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Valerie Luna swiped her green charge card. The deposit was a thousand bucks.
The notification arrived on Braxton Lowe’s phone. It prompted him to get a signature. He held out his device to the five-foot-two, olive skinned lady.
Valerie used her forefinger to sign.
“Thank you, Valerie!”
“Agustin and I want this Quinceañera to be fabulous!”
“Oh it will be,” the slim, chocolate-skinned party planner assured her.
“Nathalie is his little princessa,” remarked the woman who had been born in Puerto Rico.
“I understand. It will be a great event.’
Back at home, Agustin ended a call with an investor. The five-foot-nine, two hundred pound stocky man decided to walk outside. He surveyed the surroundings. The llamas and alpacas were roaming his ranch. The Mexican-American man shook his head. He was happy,
Agutin’s cell phone rang.
“Dad,” the first born son said.
“Yeah, mee-ho! What is up?”
“Do you think we can really get into wind turbines?”
“I think we can. Can you run the numbers?”
“Si!”
“Gracias, mee-ho,” the blue collar millionaire said.
Agustin Luna was a blue collar millionaire. He had founded a ranch just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Breeding llamas and alpacas paid well.
The man hung up the phone, He walked back into his palatial home. His snakeskin cowboy boots clicked against the tile floor foyer.
“Papa,” his youngest son mused. “Look how i dribble.”
Agustin gave a thumbs up to Ian. Ian was the best soccer player of the entire brood.
Oh yes, Agustin and Valerie were the parents of six c***dren, They had three sons before the little princessa wa born. Agustin demanded that they name his perfect daughter Nathalie. And after that, he put two more sons into his wife,
Agustin went upstairs.
Another call came through.
Agustin answered. “Hello.”
“Mister Luna. I’m Linda from National Express. We are calling to verify a charge on your card.”
“Okay.”
“Did you authorize a one thousand dollar charge in Phoenix, Arizona today?”
“Yes! My wife is getting our daughter’s quinceañera planned.”
“Excellent! And happy fifteenth to her. I’ll make a note on your account.”
“Thanks!”
Several weeks later, the quinceañera was set to happen,
Nathalie Luna wanted all white lilies as decorations.
Valerie askeds Agustin, “Can you stop by the planner tomorrow?”
“Yeah! What's up?”
“I have to take abuela to the doctor.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“Can we fuck,” Agustin asked.
“Yes,” the Puerto Rican woman agreed.
Agutin climbed on top of her.
Agustin eased himself barely onto her.
He drove his seven-and-a-quarter-inch dick into her pussy.
Valerie loved Agustin’s thick, fat cock.
“Fuck me, papi,” she wailed.
“Oh! You like this big verga!”
“Si!”
Agiustin humped like a jackrabbit. He was concerned that he might make his fertile wife pregnant once more.
Valerie loved everything her husband gave to her.
The night of the quinceañera arrived.
Nathalie Luna had on a shimmering gown with rhinestones and crystal beading. It had contrasting embroidery on a voluminous layered tulle skirt. The off-the-shoulder neckline and short sleeves gave way to a tapered waist.
Nathalie was ready to walk out.
But, he began crying.
“What’s wrong, princesa?”
“I wanted yellow flowers.”
“Don;t cry, mi corazon! I will fix it!”
Agustin texted Valerie/
-Nathalie said she wanted yellow flowers
-I know. I told the party planner that
-What’s his number?
Valerie sent off a text.
Agustin got the number and hit up Braxton.
“Hi, Mister Luna,” the party planner said.
“Yeah! My wife and daughter said they wanted yellow flowers. Not white.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry Mister Luna. I asked for white flowers. It’s my fault for not confirming this morning.“
“No problem,” the man in the starched white button down shirt and bolo tie. howled.
Agustin went back to his perfect princesa and said, “It got messed up!
“But I really wanted yellow flowers, Papa.”
“Give me a minute,”
It was time for Nathalie to walk out.
Everyone was waiting.
But all of the Luna boys had done their part.
Agustin had called his firstborn. Manuel.
Agutin conferenced in Adrian and Daniel.
“Go get some yellow flowers right now,” he barked.
Manuel, known as Manny, asserted himself. “Why, Papa?”
“Because I said so, Manny,” Agustin declared.
“Si, Papa,: interjected Adrian.
“Get them now and get to the convention hall\,” Agustin howled.
“I’m so sorry, Mister Luna. I can take two hundred off the cost,” remarked the effeminate party planner/.
“You better,” the man with pale brown skin said,
“I”;ll do whatever,” Braxton shared. “I didn’t mean to mess it up.”
“Good. My princesa said yellow flowers. FIX IT!”
“I will,” the short,, medium brown-skinned dude with an orange undertone said.
“You better,” Agustin the party planner told him.
Braxron got on the phone. He placed a call.
“I have a truck comin right now,” Braxton said.
“Oh! I told my sons to go get some.”
“Can you call them back?”
“Yeah!”
Agustin called Manny.
Manny called Adrian.
Adrian called Daniel.
The nice looking stocky men placed every flower,
A few dark-skinned men spread a bunch of yellow flowers about the convention hall
The older sons texted Agutstin saying they were back.
Agustin looked at his daughter. “Don’t cry, mee-ha!”
“But Papa I wanted yellow flowers”
“You will have them, mee-ha.”
The music began to play.
Nathlie perked up.
The seven damas and seven chambelanes chamberlains.did their waltz.
Nathalie walked out in her shimmering quinceañera gown with her rhinestones.
It had crystal beadings with contrasting embroidery on a voluminous layered tulle skirt.
And it was an off-the-shoulder dress. The neckline plunged down into short sleeves and an overlapping smocked bodice. A fitted waist tops a twirly skater skirt with
Aggustin led his only daughter out.
They waltzed to ‘Halo' by Beyonce.
The entire night went well.
Agustin walked up to Braxton.
“You made it happen! I like that,” Agustin said.
“Thank you, papi!”
“Can I take you somewhere right now?”
“Yes!”
Braxton got in Agustin’s red and gray Ford Expedition.
Agustin drove a few miles away.
“I was upset with you,” the Mexican-American man said.
“I”m sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”
“Please forgive me.”
“It's cool,” Agustin said.
Agustin pulled around to the back.
And that was were it went happened,
Agustin pulled up.
He drove around to the back.
And Agusttin aid this,
“Take my big Mexican cock!:
“Ye, sir!
“You like all this big fucking verga?”
“Yes, sir!
Agusttin parked.
Then he suggested on Braxton,
“I saw you in them little black jeggings,’ Agustin explained.
“Oh you did,” asked Braxton.
“Yeah! I think you need some big Mexican dikck!”
“Really,” checked Braxton.
Agustin grabbed Braxton.
He threw his fat Mexican dick in that fag boi.
“Fuck me,” Braxton wailed.
“You like the big dick,” Agustin asked.
“Ye, sir!! Fuck me!”
“Yes, faggot bitch!”
“Fuck my little faggot ass!”
“Yeah, bitch boi!”
Agustin rammed Braxton.
His big 7¾ inch cock drove it home.
“Oh fuck me.” whined Braxton.
“You know you deserve this!”
“Yes siir!”
Take it,” Agustin ordered.
Then Agustin started to nut.
“Oh shit!!!!” The Mexican yelled
“”Oh, papi,” braxton screamed.
Agustin pumped all of his load into the fag
The notification arrived on Braxton Lowe’s phone. It prompted him to get a signature. He held out his device to the five-foot-two, olive skinned lady.
Valerie used her forefinger to sign.
“Thank you, Valerie!”
“Agustin and I want this Quinceañera to be fabulous!”
“Oh it will be,” the slim, chocolate-skinned party planner assured her.
“Nathalie is his little princessa,” remarked the woman who had been born in Puerto Rico.
“I understand. It will be a great event.’
Back at home, Agustin ended a call with an investor. The five-foot-nine, two hundred pound stocky man decided to walk outside. He surveyed the surroundings. The llamas and alpacas were roaming his ranch. The Mexican-American man shook his head. He was happy,
Agutin’s cell phone rang.
“Dad,” the first born son said.
“Yeah, mee-ho! What is up?”
“Do you think we can really get into wind turbines?”
“I think we can. Can you run the numbers?”
“Si!”
“Gracias, mee-ho,” the blue collar millionaire said.
Agustin Luna was a blue collar millionaire. He had founded a ranch just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Breeding llamas and alpacas paid well.
The man hung up the phone, He walked back into his palatial home. His snakeskin cowboy boots clicked against the tile floor foyer.
“Papa,” his youngest son mused. “Look how i dribble.”
Agustin gave a thumbs up to Ian. Ian was the best soccer player of the entire brood.
Oh yes, Agustin and Valerie were the parents of six c***dren, They had three sons before the little princessa wa born. Agustin demanded that they name his perfect daughter Nathalie. And after that, he put two more sons into his wife,
Agustin went upstairs.
Another call came through.
Agustin answered. “Hello.”
“Mister Luna. I’m Linda from National Express. We are calling to verify a charge on your card.”
“Okay.”
“Did you authorize a one thousand dollar charge in Phoenix, Arizona today?”
“Yes! My wife is getting our daughter’s quinceañera planned.”
“Excellent! And happy fifteenth to her. I’ll make a note on your account.”
“Thanks!”
Several weeks later, the quinceañera was set to happen,
Nathalie Luna wanted all white lilies as decorations.
Valerie askeds Agustin, “Can you stop by the planner tomorrow?”
“Yeah! What's up?”
“I have to take abuela to the doctor.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“Can we fuck,” Agustin asked.
“Yes,” the Puerto Rican woman agreed.
Agutin climbed on top of her.
Agustin eased himself barely onto her.
He drove his seven-and-a-quarter-inch dick into her pussy.
Valerie loved Agustin’s thick, fat cock.
“Fuck me, papi,” she wailed.
“Oh! You like this big verga!”
“Si!”
Agiustin humped like a jackrabbit. He was concerned that he might make his fertile wife pregnant once more.
Valerie loved everything her husband gave to her.
The night of the quinceañera arrived.
Nathalie Luna had on a shimmering gown with rhinestones and crystal beading. It had contrasting embroidery on a voluminous layered tulle skirt. The off-the-shoulder neckline and short sleeves gave way to a tapered waist.
Nathalie was ready to walk out.
But, he began crying.
“What’s wrong, princesa?”
“I wanted yellow flowers.”
“Don;t cry, mi corazon! I will fix it!”
Agustin texted Valerie/
-Nathalie said she wanted yellow flowers
-I know. I told the party planner that
-What’s his number?
Valerie sent off a text.
Agustin got the number and hit up Braxton.
“Hi, Mister Luna,” the party planner said.
“Yeah! My wife and daughter said they wanted yellow flowers. Not white.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry Mister Luna. I asked for white flowers. It’s my fault for not confirming this morning.“
“No problem,” the man in the starched white button down shirt and bolo tie. howled.
Agustin went back to his perfect princesa and said, “It got messed up!
“But I really wanted yellow flowers, Papa.”
“Give me a minute,”
It was time for Nathalie to walk out.
Everyone was waiting.
But all of the Luna boys had done their part.
Agustin had called his firstborn. Manuel.
Agutin conferenced in Adrian and Daniel.
“Go get some yellow flowers right now,” he barked.
Manuel, known as Manny, asserted himself. “Why, Papa?”
“Because I said so, Manny,” Agustin declared.
“Si, Papa,: interjected Adrian.
“Get them now and get to the convention hall\,” Agustin howled.
“I’m so sorry, Mister Luna. I can take two hundred off the cost,” remarked the effeminate party planner/.
“You better,” the man with pale brown skin said,
“I”;ll do whatever,” Braxton shared. “I didn’t mean to mess it up.”
“Good. My princesa said yellow flowers. FIX IT!”
“I will,” the short,, medium brown-skinned dude with an orange undertone said.
“You better,” Agustin the party planner told him.
Braxron got on the phone. He placed a call.
“I have a truck comin right now,” Braxton said.
“Oh! I told my sons to go get some.”
“Can you call them back?”
“Yeah!”
Agustin called Manny.
Manny called Adrian.
Adrian called Daniel.
The nice looking stocky men placed every flower,
A few dark-skinned men spread a bunch of yellow flowers about the convention hall
The older sons texted Agutstin saying they were back.
Agustin looked at his daughter. “Don’t cry, mee-ha!”
“But Papa I wanted yellow flowers”
“You will have them, mee-ha.”
The music began to play.
Nathlie perked up.
The seven damas and seven chambelanes chamberlains.did their waltz.
Nathalie walked out in her shimmering quinceañera gown with her rhinestones.
It had crystal beadings with contrasting embroidery on a voluminous layered tulle skirt.
And it was an off-the-shoulder dress. The neckline plunged down into short sleeves and an overlapping smocked bodice. A fitted waist tops a twirly skater skirt with
Aggustin led his only daughter out.
They waltzed to ‘Halo' by Beyonce.
The entire night went well.
Agustin walked up to Braxton.
“You made it happen! I like that,” Agustin said.
“Thank you, papi!”
“Can I take you somewhere right now?”
“Yes!”
Braxton got in Agustin’s red and gray Ford Expedition.
Agustin drove a few miles away.
“I was upset with you,” the Mexican-American man said.
“I”m sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”
“Please forgive me.”
“It's cool,” Agustin said.
Agustin pulled around to the back.
And that was were it went happened,
Agustin pulled up.
He drove around to the back.
And Agusttin aid this,
“Take my big Mexican cock!:
“Ye, sir!
“You like all this big fucking verga?”
“Yes, sir!
Agusttin parked.
Then he suggested on Braxton,
“I saw you in them little black jeggings,’ Agustin explained.
“Oh you did,” asked Braxton.
“Yeah! I think you need some big Mexican dikck!”
“Really,” checked Braxton.
Agustin grabbed Braxton.
He threw his fat Mexican dick in that fag boi.
“Fuck me,” Braxton wailed.
“You like the big dick,” Agustin asked.
“Ye, sir!! Fuck me!”
“Yes, faggot bitch!”
“Fuck my little faggot ass!”
“Yeah, bitch boi!”
Agustin rammed Braxton.
His big 7¾ inch cock drove it home.
“Oh fuck me.” whined Braxton.
“You know you deserve this!”
“Yes siir!”
Take it,” Agustin ordered.
Then Agustin started to nut.
“Oh shit!!!!” The Mexican yelled
“”Oh, papi,” braxton screamed.
Agustin pumped all of his load into the fag
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