A sidelong look was all it took to get her juices flowing - she had no need for motor-steeds or sizeable wads showing. She’d jump into the sack forthwith at just a moment’s notice with men of stature men of note and at one point a potus. As time wore on her woebegone and tattered wizard’s curtain lured in not high and mighty lads but lowlife scum and cretin. She was not bothered in the least though for into the sheets she’d still go with each sidelong looking chap who had a mind to probe her trap.
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