Her name was Suzie Wong.
No one really knew what her occupation was.
Some said she was a carrier, others say she was an assassin.
Her theme today was the Wild Wild West.
All lace and bodices.
And didn't the bodice lift up her heavy-duty tits?
I'm very observant that way.
'Come to me.'
The room was also decked out like an Old Salon.
She was sitting in a bubble bath.
The old fashion tubs that sat independently on four legs.
'Time to scrub your back,' she said.
I could see a whiff of tits heaving under the frothy bubbles.
She was now lathering up her tits.
She was a pretty thing.
You could tell she was made for a good thrusting.
There was no delicacy you find with fine Chinese porcelain.
'I like it rough,' she said, luring me even closer to the bath that could easily accommodate two.
Her hair was blonde.
Her fingernails were painted a crimson red.
Her feet poked out of the bubbles and her toenails were painted pink, with little devil signs in flaming red on each nail.
This was really boding very well.
'I'll fuck your brains out,' she said.
I believe she had the ballast to do so.
All I needed to do was take the plunge.
With my toes at the end of the diving board, I took a leap of faith into the great unknown.
Below me, about 100 feet, was a bath with a babe inside it. Her tits might just break my fall if I'm lucky.
No one really knew what her occupation was.
Some said she was a carrier, others say she was an assassin.
Her theme today was the Wild Wild West.
All lace and bodices.
And didn't the bodice lift up her heavy-duty tits?
I'm very observant that way.
'Come to me.'
The room was also decked out like an Old Salon.
She was sitting in a bubble bath.
The old fashion tubs that sat independently on four legs.
'Time to scrub your back,' she said.
I could see a whiff of tits heaving under the frothy bubbles.
She was now lathering up her tits.
She was a pretty thing.
You could tell she was made for a good thrusting.
There was no delicacy you find with fine Chinese porcelain.
'I like it rough,' she said, luring me even closer to the bath that could easily accommodate two.
Her hair was blonde.
Her fingernails were painted a crimson red.
Her feet poked out of the bubbles and her toenails were painted pink, with little devil signs in flaming red on each nail.
This was really boding very well.
'I'll fuck your brains out,' she said.
I believe she had the ballast to do so.
All I needed to do was take the plunge.
With my toes at the end of the diving board, I took a leap of faith into the great unknown.
Below me, about 100 feet, was a bath with a babe inside it. Her tits might just break my fall if I'm lucky.
