Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I see there’s a convention in town later this month. And that can only mean one thing, time for me to find a new outfit and heels to show off at the hotel bar across the street from the convention center.
I used to book a room, but that became redundant and boring. Much more fun to have a bed riding on seducing a convention goer into bringing me back to his room.
Convention Time
It’s not that hard. Married, middle-aged, boring lives and wives at home, and a night or two in a different city to be whoever they want. And lots of them want to be the guy who fucks this fine piece of tail.
A cocktail dress that barely covers my ass with my tits spilling out the front should do the trick. The five-inch stilettos, the kind that go click clack with every step, remove all doubt about what’s on my mind. A little red lipstick might be overkill for these sex-starved husbands on their night out, but I like to make it fun for me, too. Plus, the look on their face when they see a little red smudge that I “accidentally” leave on their collar after giving them a blowjob that could suck a boulder through a garden hose, well, I can’t resist.
Up for the challenge? Hurry up, it looks like I have my pick, and you’ll be back on that plane to your boring life back home by sunrise.
Call me; I’m waiting.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410