randomsexybabe
Moon
- Joined
- Jun 5, 2012
- Location
- England
It was a lovely day, the birds were singing, the sun was shining and the radio in the little blue Ford Fiesta was blasting out some heavy tunes. If anyone would have looked into the car as it pulled up they would have thought the tanned brunette to be insane. Currently she was singing along to Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf at the top of her lungs. If she hadn't been driving she probably would have been headbanging and/or doing air guitar too. She waited for the last note to finish before she took the keys out and getting out of the car.
The seventeen year old was dressed accordingly to the warm weather. A low-cut, well-fitted black tank top hugged her curvy upper half, and a very short pair of denim shorts with studs up the sides barely covered her perky cheeks. She was adorned with a couple of bracelets that kept up the 'rock chic' appearance but there was one piece of jewellery that looked slightly out of place, and that was a necklace with a cupcake pendant on it.
This odd character walked up to one of the many nearby apartment buildings and checked the name on it, and then the name on her hand and she smiled. This was exciting! She was about to see her cousin after, god, it must have been at least three years, possibly more. She checked her hand once again for the right apartment number and then she pressed the buzzer down for the intercom. "Hey, it's Layla! Get your butt down here and let me in!" She said confidently into the mic.
(That is the longest opener I have ever written!)
The seventeen year old was dressed accordingly to the warm weather. A low-cut, well-fitted black tank top hugged her curvy upper half, and a very short pair of denim shorts with studs up the sides barely covered her perky cheeks. She was adorned with a couple of bracelets that kept up the 'rock chic' appearance but there was one piece of jewellery that looked slightly out of place, and that was a necklace with a cupcake pendant on it.
This odd character walked up to one of the many nearby apartment buildings and checked the name on it, and then the name on her hand and she smiled. This was exciting! She was about to see her cousin after, god, it must have been at least three years, possibly more. She checked her hand once again for the right apartment number and then she pressed the buzzer down for the intercom. "Hey, it's Layla! Get your butt down here and let me in!" She said confidently into the mic.
(That is the longest opener I have ever written!)