Mrs. Andersson

Hesitantly, hopefully you scoot closer to Mrs. Andersson. The amazon stares down at you with a complicated expression. There is contempt, desire, judgement and.. hope(?) all at once. As you get close enough to feel the heat coming off her in waves, she spreads her legs to permit you entrance, she leans her torso forward and grabs you forcefully by the side of the neck - using her thumb to make sure you meet her eyes.

"You get one warning." She says, and there is definitely hints of an accent there, "..I play harder than most men can take.. You look a bit on the wimpy side, are you sure you can handle this..?"

You stare up into her grey-blue eyes and swallow a lump. Her thighs look like she could crush a watermelon between them; if the forceful grip on your neck is any indication, you might be signing up for a rough ride.