She was standing in the middle of a room full of horny men, watching all of them as she swayed her hips to some slow and sexy song. A pair of three-inch “Fuck Me” heels defined long slender legs that were more than capable of wrapping themselves around a man and bringing him to his limits.
She gyrated for the room, her short brown miniskirt raising an inch as she thrust her hips forward, suggestively. Her hands roamed every inch of her tanned body, inviting anyone who might like a feel. The muscles in her torso clenched with nearly every movement. Sweat made her shine in the dim lights.
The tan halter she wore was sinking lower on her tits with every drum beat, showing more and more of her bronze skin. Her dark hair flowed freely along her shoulders and back, the ends of the silky mane caressing her breasts.
The men around her were braying with delight and lust, not knowing just how far this slut would go. Would she simply tease them? Would she let them have their way with her delectable little body? Only the slut knew.
Elizabeth smiled at them all, her pouting lips curving into an insatiable grin. Yes, she knew exactly how far she’d go with this. She was no stranger to being called a slut. She relished it, along with so many other dirty names. Her body was perfect, and she loved using it.
She turned, bending over, and put her hands on a table in the center of the room. Anyone with a clear view would now know that the thong she’d been wearing earlier was long gone.
Her knees bent as she shook her sexy ass at them. Her skirt was rising again. Her tits were finally coming out of the top which, later, would be what she wiped all of their cum off of her tits with. She moaned, softly as she noticed that a few of them had pulled out their delicious cocks and were openly stroking them in appreciation.
Her eyes were half closed, blue eye shadow on her lids, as she watched them. She wanted them all. She wanted every cock there. She knew that when she walked into the apartment. They knew that now.
