“Gosh!” the posh bint gasped. “A thousand,” she says. XXX “What,” I shouted back. It worked a treat, April got there just before us, fucking open crotch fish net tights, red PVC jacket, yellow polka dot minidress what showed her knickers or would if she wore any, fucking lipstick that was so red it almost fucking glowed and blonde hair that glowed gold in sodium street lights she couldn’t have looked more tarty if she tried. “Oooooooh” Jasmine coos, “Oh that’s soooo good,” whether she even knew Siggy was rubbered up and lubing it ready to spear her ass I ain’t sure but she didn’t look like saying no any time soon, “Ooooh,” she says again.
