She was cute, the tiny woman I followed in from the parking lot.
More than cute. Sexy.
All soft curves and wavy dark blonde hair. She was like a damn pinup girl with that exaggerated hourglass shape.
Not very graceful, but with an ass and tits like that, did it matter? I wanted to bury my face between her plump breasts. Grab her lush ass and pump into her while she begged for more.
And those lips. Full and pouty, covered in some shiny stuff that made them look wet. They’d look amazing wrapped around my cock, sucking me off.
But she wasn’t why I was here.
I wanted a dirty fuck, and she had nice girl stamped on her forehead. That’s what made her sexy-cute instead of fuckhot.
I looked again. The fuck-me heels, the tight skirt, the low-cut top. Damn. She was sexy-cute and fuckhot. Better to steer clear of that one.
Even if she had whispered “cock” as she’d wobbled her way along the path.
She’d also been having a conversation with her deceased grandmother and giving herself a sex pep talk.
She was a nice girl in wolf’s clothes, and that wasn’t what I needed.
Not tonight.
Maybe never.