The animal that lived south of my waistline noticed the woman standing behind them. She was tall as well but built like a brick outhouse. Her body had curves in places most women had nothing but hopes and dreams. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder clingy white blouse and a black miniskirt so tight it could have been a tattoo. Her long legs ended in black stiletto heels. Her brown skin was covered with a bright glossy sheen. A honey-blond mane swept down her back to her narrow waist. She had spent a pretty penny on her hair extensions, but no man that met her would mind. Her bee-stung lips
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