Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Going Native

Sal was leaning over the hood of his car, studying the road map, when something bright yellow briefly crossed in his line of vision. Looking up, he caught sight of a young woman about the age of twenty-five, carrying a backpack and strolling casually across the parking lot.

He checked her out as she walked towards an idling muscle car. Black hair the color of coal, tan complexion, palm sized tits, tight ass, super tight blue jeans, halter top, a see through floral printed top, and high tops. Hoo boy, this woman is hot, thought Sal as he watched her lean over to talk to the driver.
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