She was a fake dirty blond with orange skin and fake tits I did not really care for but a voice any man would die for. It was a low and mysterious voice with a sensual quality you want heard screaming your name. Who cares if the neighbors hear, you want her moaning and screaming the nastiest kind of stuff that most would blush at.
She wore a mini dress with a lavender tint that barely concealed her breast with matching pumps. Her hair was up in a messy bun that looked so inviting to pull and tug at, I bet she liked that sort of stuff. It is always the unexpected ones to be the kinkiest.
She slithered to me, swaying her wide hips side to side in an exaggerated motion. It caught my eye and I looked her up and down, then rested my eyes on her cleavage scanning for signs of protruding nipples.
"What are you looking at?" You voice made me shudder with pleasure. Those juicy tits I thought with a slight smirk growing on my face. I felt her warm hands lift my face and her wet, glossy lips push against mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and roamed while her thigh pressed against my growing bulge. "Have some where private in mind?" Her voice blew into my hair and with that, we exited.