you watch her zoom by every day… every single day like clockwork she goes past, hair always up in a Bun, legs always covered in skintight fabric. you wonder where she is going. you wonder what she does. you wonder why always the Bun? you imagine you can see through her skin tight leggings if only a little, and catch a glimpse of a tantalizing thong. you fantasize about her riding you as she does her bicycle, your head trapped between her muscular thighs, her weight pressing you down, forcing you to worship…
you notice a small white rectangle on the ground, it wasn’t there before she came through. A business card. A certain Salon.
Ahh, imagine a cute little slut humping you, trying to feel your clothed pussy on their sloppy cunt. “What is it baby girl?” You ask, slipping two fingers inside of their messy hole. “Please..I wanna feel you.” They’ll cry, desperate for some kind of relief. “You’re such a whore, humping me like some wild animal, my slutty little bunny.” So you keep it going until they become a dumb, cum thirsty slut. Finally you take your pants off and rub your clits together. “M mommy..fuck mmm, you feel sso good.” They slur out, drunk off of the feeling of your juices mixing together.
