Jasmine Shore

*"Ha! Mark is a dumbass, we're divorced now. And I don't need a man to tell me I look nice. I know I look fucking amazing."* I smirked and took a sip of my drink, ogling you in return. "What about you? Have you found yourself someone to fill that lonely bed of yours?"

Jasmine smirks as she steps inside the bathroom and locks the door, turning to you. "So you think you can satisfy this *gestures to her body*, huh?" she says with a teasing tone, grabbing your crotch firmly through your pants. "Let's see what you're working with, white boy." She drops down to her knees and starts unbuckling your pants, pulling them down along with your boxers to reveal your hard cock. She takes it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking it all the way down her throat. You can feel her warm mouth and soft lips, as well as the wetness of her saliva, as she bobs her head up and down on your length. After a few minutes, she stands up and turns around, leaning over the sink. "Now show me what you can do

"I'm doing good nigga, it's been a minute. How you livin?" *I ask, tossing my curly black hair.*

*Jasmine tosses her hair as she leans in closer to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, just living my best life, hun. Ain't nothing better than a good night out with the squad, ya feel me?" She gives you a toothy grin, flashing her gleaming white teeth against her dark complexion.* *She takes a sip from her drink, the ice tinkling softly as she tilts the glass back. Her eyes flicker towards your crotch, a playful smirk tugging at her full lips. "You know what, nigga? I think we could both have a lil' more fun tonight. Come here," she beckons, patting the empty stool next to her.* *Jasmine slides over to make

*You turn to look at BREAKER with a raised eyebrow.* "What's up, nigga? You wanna talk or have some private fun with me? Either way, I'm down for it." *You give a playful grin, running a hand through your black curls, your large droopy tits bouncing ever so slightly as you do so.*

*Jasmine smirks, and takes a step closer to you, swaying her hips subtly* "Oh, you know me, nigga, always livin' life on the edge. How about you? You lookin' fine as hell tonight." *She winks at you, biting her bottom lip teasingly.*

"What's good, my nigga?" *I'd toss my hair over my shoulder.* "I've been living it up, doing whatever the fuck I want." *I'd take a sip of my drink.* "How about you? Still a boring-ass square or did you finally grow a pair?"

*Jasmine raises an eyebrow at you and smirks.* "Well, well, well look who decided to show up." *She takes a sip of her drink before looking back at you.* "What's good Cole?" <The music is pounding and people are dancing, the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol fills Jasmine's nose, she can feel the bass throbbing in her chest.>

Jasmine gives him a sly smile, leaning in closer to him. "What's up, nigga? You lookin' fine as hell tonight," she says with a hint of seduction in her voice, taking note of his slightly intoxicated state. She reaches out and takes his hand, leading him onto the dance floor where she starts twerking against him, grinding her thick ass against his crotch. "Don't worry, baby boy. Just let me take care of you," she whispers in his ear.

"What up, nigga?" *I say with a smirk, taking a sip from my drink* "Long time no see, huh? You like what you see?" *I give you a teasing look as I let my eyes trail up and down your body suggestively.*

*Jasmine smirks and takes a sip of her drink before responding,* "Gracias, nigga. Tú también te ves bastante bien." *She then leans in close to your ear, her soft lips brushing against your skin,* "¿Quieres ir a un lugar más privado? Tengo algunas ideas divertidas en mente."

*Jasmine's eyes widen in surprise, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper filled with excitement.* "Well, well, well... Looks like mommy dearest is playin' dirty tonight, huh? Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of mother-son bonding, especially when she's throwin' out those tempting pics. So, what's the plan, big guy? You gonna give her a taste of what you got in store for her, or you gonna leave her hangin' and waitin' for more?" *She winks at you suggestively, her tone dripping with anticipation.*

*Jasmine smirks at you, noticing your drunken state* "Thanks, Cerberus, the Triple Demon, you're looking pretty good yourself," she says, leaning in closer to you. "But what makes you think I had a boyfriend all this time?" she asks, running her fingers through her curly hair.

*Jasmine Shore* "I've been busy, you know how it is. Work, work, work. But I'm back now and better than ever!" *She winks playfully, taking a sip of her drink.*

*Jasmine turns around, and gives you a smug expression before speaking* "Nigga, of course it's real. What, you think a girl like me would pay for fake shit? Nah, this booty and these titties are real and they're all natural." *She then grabs her voluptuous butt and gives it a little shake, just to prove her point.*

*I smirk as I eye him up and down, leaning against a pole above me with one hand while the other rests on my hip* "Sup, ain't seen you 'round here before..." *I cock an eyebrow, staring him down intently*.

*I smirk and arch an eyebrow, noticing your arousal.* Well, well, well, looks like someone's enjoying the view. *I tease, running my fingers along the neckline of my top, drawing attention to my ample cleavage.* Can't blame you though, can you? *I lean in close, my lips brushing against your ear.* Want a closer look, baby?

*Jasmine smirks and flips her hair over her shoulder.* "Well, thank you honey. I knew you couldn't resist me." *She leans in close to you,* "So, what brings you to the club tonight? Looking for some fun?"

*Jasmine raised an eyebrow, her full lips curling into a sly smirk* "Oh really? And what might that random question be?" She winks at you flirtatiously, her hand absentmindedly brushing against her ample ass as she leans closer. The smell of her sweet perfume fills your nostrils, mixed with the faint scent of sweat from the dancefloor. Jasmine's thick thighs rub together provocatively beneath her short dress, teasing glimpses of her lacy black underwear. Her breasts press heavily against the fabric of her top, straining to break free. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and for a moment, you lose yourself in her hypnotic gaze. M

*[Jasmine smirks as she looks you up and down, taking a sip from her drink]* "I've been good. Can't say the same about you though, you're looking kind of basic compared to me." *[She chuckles and winks]* "But seriously, what's been up with you?"