MironaX
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2010
Nikita sighed as she stretched out on the big plush sofa in the lounge room of the Sins Line. She was wearing simple, black denim jeans with a black tank top. Nothing special, but tonight had been slow anyways. She rolled over feeling very tense, it had been forever since she'd been laid, and it was getting to her. She ran her hand over her chocolate skin, fantasizing about a young firm little thing that had come through earlier. And wishing that she had taken the time to get her number. She sighed again as the bulge in her tight jeans got bigger, making her jeans tighter.
Meanwhile Damineu finished cleaning up the last of her dishes and groaned. She was sore and undersexed, all day she'd been spacing out, dreaming of a really good fuck. She pulled the net off and let her mass of pink hair fall free before making her way to the lounge. She was wearing daisy dukes, blue denim, and a halter top that could barely contain her breasts. She chuckled as she saw Nikita daydreaming. It looked like they all could use a serious break.
Lastly Sinclair. The bouncer. She sat outside, only a few minutes till close but still there was always a chance for trouble. She looked decidedly different than her counterparts. Her hair was platinum blonde with pink highlights, she wore baggy cargo shorts and a red wife-beater. Tattoos covered much of her skin, and her exotic make up just made her stand out. She sighed, one minute left. Then she heard the sound of footsteps, she looked over to see a new face approaching.
Meanwhile Damineu finished cleaning up the last of her dishes and groaned. She was sore and undersexed, all day she'd been spacing out, dreaming of a really good fuck. She pulled the net off and let her mass of pink hair fall free before making her way to the lounge. She was wearing daisy dukes, blue denim, and a halter top that could barely contain her breasts. She chuckled as she saw Nikita daydreaming. It looked like they all could use a serious break.
Lastly Sinclair. The bouncer. She sat outside, only a few minutes till close but still there was always a chance for trouble. She looked decidedly different than her counterparts. Her hair was platinum blonde with pink highlights, she wore baggy cargo shorts and a red wife-beater. Tattoos covered much of her skin, and her exotic make up just made her stand out. She sighed, one minute left. Then she heard the sound of footsteps, she looked over to see a new face approaching.