The Fallen Lady Outside the Bar
The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive.
So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine.
What made other men so special that they could land women like that?
Life just sucked for me.
Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly.
I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited.
Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.
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