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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2011 15:50:56 GMT -8
The cold wisping night air left a resonating sound as it lifted up from the sidewalks of Long beach curtailing and shifting with the help of spinning wheels that met its territory. The loud squak or horns tearing into the night leaving those dull roars from human breath unheard if not intently focused on. One such horn played on the corner of 5th and Crescent this eve stopping along the edge.
***Pan camera Angle upwards***
Following the trail of long legs bolstered in height by the inclination of six inch pump heels and following even further into their towering heights by black tights firmly contouring to each bend of tight muscle built upon normal trends of the body and impacted by years of training. When you got to the towering plumes the tights would disappear to a bent over figure, impartial assets hidden behind a skirt now firmly bend over and forming the figure to be leaning over the car window staring in unabated.
"Lookin' for a good time"
The deep cooing voice would utter into the dark vehicle, in the recesses of said vehicle troubled breathing would come from within. Heaves far stronger than those coming from our stranger knelt over the sidewalk heaving tightly compacted chesticles forced into a corset that left things to the imagination.
"Whats yo name puddin'?"
"They call me Valentine,"
The deep voice would reply.
*WIP >_>*
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