Biography:I was wearing a short red skirt and a black turtleneck, with nothing underneath, which I had left unbuttoned to display my amazing breasts. My stockings were attached with garters that hugged my thighs tightly and dug into the tender flesh there. The top of my garter belt was visible beneath the hemline of my skirt, but I like to show off what little I have. Men stared at me from all directions with gaping mouths and dilated pupils, or snaked their way toward me to get a better look at the deep cleft between my legs. They wanted to reach out and grab my tits like oranges, but they were afraid to touch me in case they got burned by the passion pouring from within me. I am an amazing woman.
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