Until then, no one needed to see the black dress she wore, with it’s low neckline that extended down between her breasts, and even further down her back, showing the dimples in the small of her back. “Oh Papi, you know girls like her waste your time,” Trixie cooed at him, pushing her knee between Rich and Angel, so she could straddle his lap. XXX She was like a feral cat who’s last line had been crossed. The other girl slid over on the bench next to Angel, licking her lips like a hungry animal. It was never good when another pimp took interest in another’s girl. The annual. The external speaker kicked on automatically, and she hit play on the iPod.
