Their was a bartendress
in a costume
of superlatively
curly
black hair
and a tight body
snugged into
a tight blue dress
that shows off her upper thighs
and exposed
musclely
short legs.
Rests her hand
with splayed fingers
on the wet table.
She asked,
with a long tattoo
of the ****** of Guadalupe
snaking
down her wrist,
"Are you all right,
do you want any more?"
"No."
I tell her.
No,
I don't want anymore.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
Their was a bartendress
in a costume
of superlatively
curly
black hair
and a tight body
snugged into
a tight blue dress
that shows off her upper thighs
and exposed
musclely
short legs.
Rests her hand
with splayed fingers
on the wet table.
She asked,
with a long tattoo
of the ****** of Guadalupe
snaking
down her wrist,
"Are you all right,
do you want any more?"
"No."
I tell her.
No,
I don't want anymore.
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