NekoMata
Storyteller Demon
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Ilana had recently gotten divorced from her husband and was enjoying the single life. She was a nymphomaniac and craved the challenge as much as the sex.
Once again she was lurking at her favorite haunt, a classy bar on the upper east side. Her long jet black hair was brushed tilit shone a brushed gently against the top of her full round ass. She brushes her finger softly against the deep V of her short red dress which went perfectly with her alabaster skin and emerald green eyes.
Sitting at the bar, she notices an attractive man sitting across from her. She smiles at him. She stands walking over to him and leans casually against the bar.
"Mind if I sit here?" she says her lids low.
((Open to one male))
Once again she was lurking at her favorite haunt, a classy bar on the upper east side. Her long jet black hair was brushed tilit shone a brushed gently against the top of her full round ass. She brushes her finger softly against the deep V of her short red dress which went perfectly with her alabaster skin and emerald green eyes.
Sitting at the bar, she notices an attractive man sitting across from her. She smiles at him. She stands walking over to him and leans casually against the bar.
"Mind if I sit here?" she says her lids low.
((Open to one male))