The club is crowded, the hip hop beat pounds, and the lights are low, but from across the dance floor you can see me as easily as if I were surrounded by neon lights. I’m working up a sweat, and wearing what we agreed: short-short denim mini skirt plastered tight around my luscious ass, thin white a-shirt that I borrowed from your underwear drawer, red cowboy boots that holler out “fuck me good or I’m gonna kick you to the fucking curb”. My black bra straps are showing, and the shallow demi-cups are working overtime to keep my 42DDDs from escaping. The slutty/tough combination is confusing some people, but still draws in a circle of fascinated men, who are doing their best to attract my attention. I don’t care. I’m waiting for you.

Shipping Rate: F

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