A beautiful big-titted blonde

California let loose a playful whistle and lifted her finger off the trigger of her Colt at first sight of the figure that had emerged through the now opened doorway and was stepping into her room, albeit at a slow pace.

It was definitely a woman, as the manner in which the green poncho that she had on was protruding outwards from her chest could mean little else than that this stranger had a set of tits to rival California’s, the two orbs appearing absolutely massive as they were clearly outlined underneath the fabric of her poncho.

The next thing that California noticed about the woman was how her silky tresses of blonde hair seemed almost golden as it glowed in the sunlight that flooded the room, much like her own darker hair, and that the highlights of her beautiful face were firstly a pair of bright blue eyes that gave off an impression of being constantly equipped with a naughty gleam, and secondly a pair of lush, full lips that instantly had California imagining what they would look like when clamped round the trunk of a thick cock.

“Now who might you be?” California gave voice to her question while keeping her revolver aimed squarely at the blonde, who was being very careful not to make any sort of fast motions even as she held her luscious lips in a thin, confident smile that was made wider and more lustful at the sight of California’s nude state, while in she turn made note of how the blonde’s legs were left completely exposed and looked to be as richly tanned as her face.

“I’m Roxy Calhoun,” The blonde introduced herself, though California didn’t recognize the name, “I came here looking for you.”

“Normally, people knock,” California smiled at Roxy, lowering her gun a little but still keeping it aimed at her while she took in how Roxy’s long legs were toned to a state of sleek perfection, with the black boots that she had on and which reached up to her elbows both looked as though they’d been painted on, “Less risk of being shot that way.”

“I was hoping that I’d catch you in a compromising position,” Roxy explained, without the faintest hint of any awkwardness or embarrassment, proceeding to raise her hat and place it on top of the dresser that was placed right next to her while California noted how her arms were completely bare, meaning that the shirt or top that she had on underneath the poncho would have to be sleeveless.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you didn’t,” California’s playful reply came at the same time as she pushed hips out to draw Roxy’s gaze away from her bulging breasts and down towards her gleaming sex, the brunette still positioned so that her right side was facing Roxy, who next got the privilege of seeing California’s left hand come sliding down across her tight stomach, moving in from underneath her ribs and heading towards her right hip, “but right now I think you should pull back that poncho.

Offering California the sort of smile that couldn’t be adequately described with any word other than “slutty”, Roxy seized hold of the right corner of her poncho and lifted it upwards, draping it across her left shoulder and showing California that she wasn’t in fact wearing a sleeveless, simply because she wasn’t wearing a top at all. Instead, her huge, perfectly round breasts were now completely unrestrained as they stood out proud and firm from high on her chest, each of the toffee-tanned orbs being capped with a small, dark nipple.

Underneath her double-holster, Roxy was wearing a tiny white thong that clung to her pussy, with the fabric composing the front of the miniscule piece of underwear having darkened as a result of her abundant wetness.

“Nice…” California offered Roxy as a compliment, eyeing the busty, near-naked blonde lustfully as she added, “but loose the holster.”

“Just the holster,” Roxy replied, her right hand coming up to unbuckle her holster enough that she could shimmy it down her legs and step out of it, seemingly completely calm about having just disarmed herself, “or should I strip out my clothes as well?”