Hey,
today’s Boob Girl was an exotic dancer, as strippers call themselves these days. No, I’m not a regular in strip clubs but tonight I had to go, my old friend Bill is getting married and we had to give him a last party, for the sake of the old times. So, okay, we went to Velvet Roses, so is the place called. I immediately spotted a black panther, dancing at the corner of the stage. She was in red bikini, and had glowing red hair, probably a wig. Her ebony skin shone from baby oil she was busily rubbing on her tummy. Then she moved on to her breasts and I saw her nipples harden under the soft fabric. They pointed out, nearly stabbing the bikini top. Later on I got to see her boobs from a closer angle and noticed two little scars… oh no, silicone, I thought. This ruined my image of hers… Still, that nipple play…
Six points from ten!
C. B.