Then Fali Orapun walked inside.
All eyes gazed her way.
She didn't need to be in a gang.
No one questioned if her tits were real or fake.
She had a devilish face.
And biting her lips only added to her 'bad' girl appeal.
The four girls stinking of musk knew competition when they saw it.
The two old Swedes, who were still beaming from their little peek show that they paid far too much for, but hay, they were all smiles, so who was I to moralize, had their eyes locked on a set of jugs that were just contained in a lacy bodysuit.
I've spared giving descriptions of this fatal femme, except to say that she knew how to be the center of attention.
The Hit Squad needed to act fast.
And indeed they did.
They started tongue kissing the Swedes and me and Max and rubbing our heads into their generous cleavage.
'Trash,' said Fali.
Trash??
We were gobsmacked.
'And what does a girl need to go to get a drink in this joint?'
She was all attitude.
Not your regular bimbo either.
All eyes gazed her way.
She didn't need to be in a gang.
No one questioned if her tits were real or fake.
She had a devilish face.
And biting her lips only added to her 'bad' girl appeal.
The four girls stinking of musk knew competition when they saw it.
The two old Swedes, who were still beaming from their little peek show that they paid far too much for, but hay, they were all smiles, so who was I to moralize, had their eyes locked on a set of jugs that were just contained in a lacy bodysuit.
I've spared giving descriptions of this fatal femme, except to say that she knew how to be the center of attention.
The Hit Squad needed to act fast.
And indeed they did.
They started tongue kissing the Swedes and me and Max and rubbing our heads into their generous cleavage.
'Trash,' said Fali.
Trash??
We were gobsmacked.
'And what does a girl need to go to get a drink in this joint?'
She was all attitude.
Not your regular bimbo either.
