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One girl holding the Fire Poi grabbed the bonnet that was surely filled with tips from the audience – the fruit of that dangerous act.
Glancing at the girl who holds a glass of martini in her hand, her eyes flutter fast as if she would faint any second now.
“Hey,” I responded dryly, tilting the beer bottle to my lips.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” she was coming on me and that’s a fucking turn off. She is… hm, alright. I like the teardrop shape of her boobs under her white skimpy top, though. No bra, that’s a plus, but I didn’t like the shade of her scarlet hair. It was too light for my taste. A doctor clearly enhanced her lips to get that pout she’s biting on right now.
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