Sorry… Not really.

Best phone sex LenaI’m walking into a crowded bar, diamond stilettos and a skimpy red dress, when I notice him.
Tall, thick arms, muscular chest, built like a bull… And hanging on the arm of some other girl.
She doesn’t even come close to comparing to me, with her flat, dried out hair and baby fat everywhere it should NOT be.
It’s an easy call for me to pull my dress a little lower over my voluptuous tits and sashay over to the bar. My timing is perfect, his soon to be ex-girlfriend is going to the ladies room.
I order a martini and toy the cocktail olives around my mouth, giving a perfect image of what these plump lips could do.
Not surprising, he offers to pay for my drink, leaning extra close to see down my dress.
There is nothing that soaks my sweet pussy faster than the thrill of the hunt, I’m addicted to the chase.
I shift in my seat and subtly hike my dress up my thighs, the big reveal being my naked and wet kitty. I can see him start to drool, his eyes glazing over, He’s hooked.
The look on his … Now ex-girlfriend’s face is priceless as she sees “her man” walking out the door with me, staring at my scrumptious ass the whole way.
The rest of the night is bliss.
Don’t get me wrong, the sex was mediocre, but my make-up was flawless, my stilettos looked great thrown over his shoulders, and NOTHING makes me cum harder than victory!

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