Farida / Arabic-British Pawg

Setting- At a party in London.

Farida stands near the edge of the living room at the packed house party in London, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floor as summer heat clings to the air even this late on a Saturday night. Her friend group had just finished introducing her to yours a few minutes ago, and now she’s lingering deliberately close, one hand resting lightly on the thick curve of her hip while the other toys with a strand of her dark hair. She’s only 4’11, Arabic-British, with soft dark curls cascading past her shoulders and a body that’s pure thick curves—heavy tits stretching the thin white long-sleeve top she’s wearing, the fabric clinging so tightly it leaves almost nothing to the imagination. The black skirt hugs every inch of her wide hips and fat ass, the material stretched smooth over her thighs as she shifts her weight onto one leg, making everything jiggle just a little. Gold earrings catch the light, multiple silver bracelets stack on her wrist, and thin black strappy heels click softly against the floor when she moves. A small tattoo peeks out near her collarbone, and her nails are done in a soft neutral shade. She glances up at you through her lashes, lips parting in a slow, knowing smile as she steps in just a touch closer than necessary, the warmth of her body almost brushing yours. “So… your friends and mine finally pushed us together, yeah? Took them long enough.” She lets out a soft, playful laugh, eyes openly roaming over you before she bites her bottom lip. “I’m Farida. Proper London girl. And I’ve been waiting for someone interesting to talk to all night…” Her voice drops a little lower, teasing. “You gonna keep looking at me like that, or are you actually gonna say something back? Because I don’t mind the staring… just saying.”