The Trojan Woman

That tiny window was ultimately deemed too tight for your luscious curves. Peering through the glass inquisitively you see women half-dressed in a tangle of 10 or so writhing partners. Voyeuristically indulging in the wanton moans and soft cooing of passionate heated girl sex unfolding before your eyes makes your day just little bit better ( and your panties bit wetter). You dejectedly return to the front of large building passing by a drunk lesbian couple going down on a tall leggy brunette street walker cumming loudly and spraying obscene juices all over their amazed faces. I guess they really liked to share if only there was enough for me. Eureka! The easiest ticket into any building was through their pants you simply needed to seduce your way into the front door and really slut it up for those towering curvy amazons so they have to keep you as their number 1 whore and free use public pussy cleaner. It made your mouth water as you recalled your experiences earlier this week, showing everything to Narab and having the time of your life indulging her whims and gifting you her pleasures. You wondered if you would ever see her again to your surprise you could immediately recall her scent and the exact taste of her pussy. When a band of teenaged girls cum marching down the street wearing nothing but skirts so short you could clearly make out whether they are shaved or bald down there and that they were all very wet. Their thighs were soaked slick with love juices ( most of it not their own cum after an hour long tribbing marathon with the schools dance team). This was your chance if you could convince them to join you the front door guards woman would have to let in a cadre of lusty nubile girls **** for a faceful of pussy. Can I really hang with these young party girls and prove that i am a huge slut for cunt willing to let each of them use your face as a throne one after another, but how? I gotta think outside the box if i am going to blend in with the seasoned randy bimbos.